You let out a cry as the whip in his hand made contact with your back once again. "Let me go!" you screamed, attempting to pry yourself from him, but ended up tripping over the lead pipe against the wall instead. "I don't want this!"
This type of lashing only came when he arrived home to you drunk. It always showed in his eyes that he enjoyed your worthless begging.
"Please Ivan…"
"Shhh, little one." He grinned sadistically before leaning over and pulling you flush against him.
Seated against a wall, you were situated in between his legs, as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. Whispering something that fell def on your ears, he chuckled and ran his tongue along the tender flesh. Pausing for a moment, he unexpectedly sunk his two canine teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
"AH!" you clenched your fist, as it made contact with his shoulder as he released you. Without warning, your feet were shackled together. "Please! Let me go!"
He leaned forward and pulled a lock of your black hair. "Naughty, Naughty. You really should be punished da?" He whispered, stroking your hair as if it was an apology. "I really don't enjoy punishing you, but how else will you learn?" the larger man fumbled around on his right for the whip he had been using
before. "How many times will it take this time?"
You shuddered and bent over on your hands and knees, preparing for another lashing. "A whip is such a beautiful thing." He smiled. "It draws your lovely blood with nearly no effort at all." Slowly bringing his arm back, he brought the whip down on your back again. Crying in pain, the cry fell silent on his ears.
He brought the whip down again and again, each of your shouts getting louder with each lash. "I give up!" You yelled, tears falling out of your deep violet eyes. "I give up.." you breathed.
Russia lowered the whip, and kneeled over so he could hear your words. "What did you say da?"
"I'll…" you bit your bottom lip, "I'll get in bed with you."
He purred in your ear, "What a good little girl."
