Alpha Razor King-Chapter 61: Comfort.

**Isabella**

Razor took slow strides towards me, I could feel his presence as he stood behind me. "Good girl," he said behind me. Before I could react, his palm swatted me hard, and I jerked, the sting spreading across my skin.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to maintain my composure. He moved towards the table, his movements deliberate, and grabbed the whip. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. He turned around, the whip coiled in his hand, his expression unreadable.

Razor stood behind me, whip in hand. "Stay down." His warning was clear: I was not to get up from the table for any reason.

"Yes, sir," I answered, my voice trembling as I broke down in fresh tears.

Before I could prepare myself, the first lash of the whip came down, cutting through the air with a sharp crack. I cried out in pain, the sting searing through me. Razor didn’t hesitate, each strike calculated and precise. He moved methodically, ensuring that every inch of my ass felt the cruel sting of the whip.

I sobbed uncontrollably, the pain unbearable. "Please sir, no more," I begged, my cries echoing off the walls, but Razor showed no signs of stopping. The whip continued to rain down on my ass relentlessly, each strike driving me further into a blubbering, sobbing mess.

I lost track of time as the punishment continued, each moment feeling like an eternity of agony. My body ached, my spirit broken. All I could do was endure, praying for it to end, but knowing that Razor wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

"Please sir, I’ll never disobey and lie to you. Have mercy!" I cried in desperation. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as Razor continued to whip me mercilessly, each lash bringing me closer to the edge of my endurance.

"Why should I believe you?" His voice was cold, unforgiving. "You’ve already proven that you can’t be trusted."

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry sir, please," I sobbed.

"You haven’t learned your lesson yet," he said, making me wish for death.

I could barely breathe, the pain overwhelming as Razor continued to punish me. I felt like I was being torn apart, my body and soul shattered.

"Please, sir, I’ll do anything, just please stop." I tried again, all to no avail. He showed no signs of stopping. He was relentless, determined to teach me a lesson I would never forget.

Razor continued to lash me, the whip cutting through my skin with each strike. He covered every inch of my bottom and thighs, starting over again and again. I was a blubbering mess, the pain unbearable.

At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t remain still on the table, but somehow I managed not to get off the table. I started twisting my feet and biting my lips in pain, unable to suppress my agony any longer.

Finally, the whipping ended. Razor flung the whip on the floor, the sound echoing in the room. He then pulled my arms up and carried me to the bed. I screamed when my sore bottom touched the bed, but he gently helped me rest on my side.

He climbed onto the bed beside me, his presence intimidating yet strangely comforting. I trembled, both from the pain and from fear of what was to come next. But Razor surprised me by wrapping his arms around me, holding me close.

"It’s over now," he said softly. "You’ve been punished, and I hope you’ve learned your lesson."

I nodded weakly, too exhausted to speak.

Razor didn’t say anything as he began rubbing my back, his touch gentle after the harsh punishment. I cried my eyes out, the tears flowing freely until I was too exhausted to cry anymore.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, using his fingers to wipe my tears.

"It hurts so much," I cried, rubbing my hands furiously on my ass.

He removed my hands and started rubbing my ass softly, and I eased in pain as he massaged it. "It’s supposed to," he said calmly.

"I’m sorry," I whimpered.

"I know," he said softly, kissing my forehead and then my lips. "You’ll be fine... Don’t ever mess with me again, Isabella." His voice was stern, making me tremble slightly.

"Yes, sir..." My voice came out pleading.

"Good. As long as you behave, you’ll be fine. But if you ever mess with me..." He let the threat hang in the air.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks at the thought of reliving this punishment again.

"I know you’re exhausted. Come on now, sleep," he whispered quietly.

Truly, I was exhausted and needed to sleep badly. I didn’t wait for him to tell me again before I started drifting off.

"I love you," I thought I heard him say before sleep enveloped me.

When I woke up, I found myself in a different bed, realizing it was Razor and I’s room. I sat up, wincing in pain at my still sore bottom before getting off the bed. Hunger pangs immediately attacked me; I hadn’t eaten in hours. I started for the door but stopped just as I was about to open it. What if Razor gets angry that I left the room without permission? My stomach rumbled again, unable to endure it, I went out of the room to see Felicia cleaning the living room.

"Luna," she called excitedly, before giving me a pitiful look. "Are you alright?"

My cheeks heated up, but I managed a nod. "I’m fine, but I’m so hungry," I said.

She smiled."You must be hungry. Come on, the boss asked me to feed you immediately you woke up before he went out."

I raised a brow."He... went out?"

She nodded. "I shouldn’t be the one telling you this, but I think he went to your parents’ pack.Your father called and said they were in danger."

My heart almost leapt out of my chest.