Alpha Razor King-Chapter 112: Denial 2.

**Isabella**

"I want you so badly, my Isabella," he whispered with desire. "I’ve been dying to fuck the shit out of you."

Of fuck! The anticipation coursed through me, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You asked for this, baby," he groaned, as his lips found mine in a soft, teasing kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

I arched my body toward him, needing more. His hands roamed over my skin, igniting a fire within me. Every touch, every kiss was a promise of what was to come.

"Razor," I murmured against his lips, barely able to form words.

"Shh," he hushed me gently, his minty breath warm against my skin. "Not a word my little wife."

His hands moved lower, his touch firm as he gripped my thighs. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension growing unbearable. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes darkening in lust as he looked down at me.

"I’ve been waiting for this," he growled. "I want to fucking hear you scream ’sir.’"

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Razor, please," I begged, needing him more than anything.

"Patience, Isabella," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck. "I want to make this last."

His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer. The feel of his skin against mine was intoxicating, driving me wild with desire.

"I need you," my voice trembled.

"And you’ll have me," he promised, his lips brushing against my ear. "All of me."

With one swift motion, he entered me, filling me completely. Fuck, the sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. I missed him so much.

"Isabella," he groaned, moving at a slow and deliberate pace. "You’re mine."

I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge. It felt like heaven.

"Say it," he demanded roughly. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," I gasped, my nails digging into his back. "Only yours."

"Good girl." He increased his pace, almost driving me fucking insane.

"Yes sir," I cried out. The pleasure was getting too much to bear.

"That’s it, baby," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Cum for me."

The permission was all I needed. With a loud cry, I let go, the release washing over me in powerful waves. My body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, every muscle tensing and then relaxing as the pleasure consumed me. He followed soon after, his release triggering another wave of ecstasy.

We lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, the afterglow enveloping us. Razor kissed my forehead, his breath ragged.

He caressed my face softly, as his mesmerizing green eyes stared lovingly at me. "I can’t seem to get enough of you, my beautiful wife," he whispered seductively.

Obviously, I felt the same. But now my clit was fucking throbbing again.

He brought his face closer and started kissing me softly before increasing the pace, making it urgent and consuming.

Before I knew it, he pulled me up and made me bend over on the bed, my face pressed into the mattress and my ass up in the air. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed like this, and it made me feel utterly owned, dominated by him.

"You will stay in position," he commanded, smacking my ass hard. I yelped in surprise. "And take it all in."

"Yes, sir," I replied, more like moaned out. The mix of pain and pleasure ignited my senses.

"And you’re not permitted to cum this time," he stated firmly.

He can’t be fucking serious right now.

"But why?" I whined, feeling a surge of frustration, but he smacked me again.

"Because I said so," his tone left no room for argument. "For questioning me in my bed, you’re getting fucked and spanked at the same time"

"Yes... sir," I moaned, clenching my thighs together, trying to find some relief, but he pulled them apart and delivered another stinging smack. How fucking cruel.

He entered me slowly, starting with a torturous pace, the sensation overwhelming as he filled me completely. The slow, deliberate thrusts combined with the sharp sting of his spanks made the pain and pleasure blend together in an overwhelming mix.

"Fuck, you’re so thight, he groaned. "You better not cum." The sensation of his hand against my skin, the heat, and the authority in his voice made me melt. He teased me with his fingers, running them along my slit, making me gasp.

"Yes..sir," I managed to reply. Because the anticipation was driving me wild, and I struggled to maintain my position.

"Good girl," he praised. "Now, stay still."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the urge to cum, just as he had ordered. Fuck! But the deliberate pace of his thrusts was designed to push me closer to the edge without letting me fall over. It was fucking torture...sweet torture.

"You’re mine," he growled, smacking my ass again. "All mine."

"Yes, sir," I panted, feeling every inch of him inside me. "Only...yours."

His thrusts became faster, more relentless. I was desperate to cum, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, controlling me completely.

"Don’t you fucking dare," he warned, sensing my struggle. "Hold it."

"Ahh...yes sir," I whimpered, the pressure almost unbearable. But I obeyed, clinging to his every word, needing his approval as much as the release he was denying

"Please, sir, please," I begged, tears mingling with my cries as I pleaded for relief again. "Please...let me cum"

"No baby," he growled, smacking my already sore ass again. "You’re not allowed. You’ll hold it like a good girl."

"Please, have mercy..." I cried, my body trembling so fucking hard. Oh, fucking hell. Why is Razor so cruel? I tried to wiggle away, but his firm grip on my waist held me in place.

"Sir, please..." I whimpered, trembling all over. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt him tense and then heard his loud groan as he came, filling me up. The sensation almost sent me over the edge, but I clenched my thighs together and held off my orgasm. I had to! I knew he’ll fucking kill me if I came without permission.

"Did you cum?" he asked, punctuating his question with another sharp smack to my ass.

"No, sir," I whimpered, still maintaining my position, my body shaking from the effort of holding back. It was fucking torture and on top a sore ass also.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Good girl, now come here," He pulled me up into his arms, and we collapsed together, breathless and spent.

"You did well," he murmured, cradling me against his chest, before kissing the top of my head.

I whimpered a bit, struggling in his arms..I couldn’t stay still, my fucking cunt was aching to be filled.

"Stay still," he ordered curtly.

"But, I can’t," I whined. "You got to cum, I didn’t..."

What did you say?

I swallowed nervously at his stern tone. "Never mind, sir."

"What do you mean...?"

"I... was just... upset because I didn’t get to finish," I explained in a shaky tone.

Placing his fingers under my chin, he forced my gaze to meet his. "Do you want me to chain you to my bedpost and tease you every night without relief?"

My eyes widened in fear. "No, sir." I shook my head, dreading the thought of that.

"Good girl," he pinched my cheek. "You don’t get to decide when or how you get an orgasm. You’ll cum only when I allow you to. What did I say?"

"You said... I only get to cum when you allow it."

"Exactly, baby. You’ll learn that this," his fingers found my clit, gripping it firmly, "belongs to me... and it will only find relief whenever I please."

"Yes, sir," my voice slurred, feeling my juices slip through my thighs. I must be twisted, getting aroused by Razor’s control.

"But when... next will I get to cum, sir?" I asked, dreading his reply.

"Whenever I want. Now come here." He pulled me closer and started massaging my sore ass. My body instantly ignited, and my clit began to throb again, but he didn’t even allow me to clench my thighs.

A minute in, I was a needy mess, moaning and crying for relief, but he purposely slowed down and controlled me in a way that prevented me from having a fucking orgasm. The worst part being, he wasn’t doing this to punish me but rather for his pleasure...it was even scarier.

"That’s enough," he grinned darkly, wiping the stray tears from my cheeks. "You’ll be fine."

"Thank you, sir," I was relieved that he had stopped, although my clit was still aching to be touched.

We stayed still for a moment before he began stroking my hair again. "Isabella," he called.

"Yes, Razor..."

"I love you."