152、红海事（5） ...
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"No, no cane... " he sobbed, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible. "Please... use your hand... use your hand for the remaining five strokes..."
Aston's movements halted. The vampire raised his eyebrows with interest, clearly not expecting such a request.
"With your hands?" he repeated, a hint of subtle sarcasm in his tone. "Do you think it'll be easier that way?"
Isaiah nodded eagerly, "Please... I can't stand the cane anymore..."
His voice carried a desperate plea. He knew that compared to actually causing him pain, Aston preferred to see him begging for mercy.
If it could make him feel good, Aston might not really insist on torturing him to death.
The air in the secret room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Aston suddenly burst into laughter, and that laugh sent a chill down Isaiah's spine.
"Ten times," he said, seeing the angel's eyes widen in terror, a smile instead curved at the corner of his lips, "Since you're so creative, double it. But —"
His hand caressed Isaiah's burning buttocks. "I promise you, with my hands only."
Isaiah bit his lip, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Ten slaps were indeed much better than five strokes of the cane, but he wasn't sure how hard Aston would hit. It was a gamble, but under the current circumstances, it was his best option.
Aston hummed contentedly and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a muscular forearm. His hands were large, with thick calluses on the palms. He flexed his knuckles, making a slight clicking sound that made Isaiah flinch involuntarily.
"Relax," Aston said, pressing his left hand against Isaiah's lower back and half-hugging the angel into his arms. "It'll hurt more otherwise."
The first blow landed on the highest point of the buttocks, which was already swollen and shiny, with purple and blue marks all over the skin. Aston clearly showed no mercy. The moment his palm made contact with the skin, there was a crisp "slap" sound.
Isaiah let out a stifled sob, his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the torture rack, his knuckles turning white.
"One." This time, Aston didn't let Isaiah count and spoke out himself.
The second kick overlapped the first one's position. Isaiah's leg suddenly kicked out, and a painful moan overflowed from his throat.
Two.
The third strike landed just below the right buttock, where the injury was relatively minor. Aston had held back a bit.
Isaiah was shaking violently, sweat sliding down his back. He could feel his buttocks jiggling with each strike, and the swollen skin was burning with pain.
Three.
The fourth and fifth blows landed in quick succession on his left buttock, so fast that Isaiah didn't even have time to adjust his breathing. He let out a sharp cry and his tears broke free once more.
"Whoo!" The angel's voice was completely cracked.
Aston paused for a moment and soothingly stroked the angel's damp, golden hair that hung in strands.
"Halfway there." His voice softened a little. "Just hold on a bit longer."
The sixth strike was a little lighter than the previous ones, but still forceful enough to make Isaiah tremble in pain. The temperature of Aston's palm seemed to have risen a bit compared to before, and each touch conveyed a scorching pain.
Seven.
Aston's blow landed right on the most tender spot where the buttocks and thighs meet. Isaiah let out a heart-wrenching scream and struggled violently, but was firmly held in place by the torture rack, with no escape.
For the last three strikes, Aston lightened his force and lengthened the intervals, as if rewarding the angel for holding on until now.
When the last blow fell, Isaiah was crying so hard that he was almost exhausted, his body hanging limply from the cross, with only faint sobs remaining.
"Ten," Aston announced calmly, gently stroking the angel's hot and swollen buttocks. "It's over."
The vampire unlocked the chains and carefully held the limp angel in his arms. Isaiah's wet cheeks were pressed against his neck, sobbing. His hot bottom was suspended in the air, not daring to touch any place. His trembling knees were curled up in the other's arms.
"Shh... This is the last toy. You can rest after you're done with it. " Aston gently wiped away the tears that had frozen on the angel's eyelashes with his fingertip and wiped his tears. "Would you like to choose for yourself?"
Isaiah was coaxed into a daze. Through teary eyes, the angel saw Aston calmly unfold a row of cold, gleaming instruments.
"Choose, Isaiah," Aston said, holding the angel horizontally. "Pick your favorite."
Isaiah's gaze wandered among those utensils, his puffy eyes, swollen from tears, could hardly make out anything. Eventually, his trembling fingertip tapped the box on the far left.
Those were a pair of clips set with rubies and a set of jade beads carved with intricate patterns.
"It's really a surprising choice," Aston chuckled. His chest was pressed against Isaiah's bare back, and Isaiah could feel the vibrations as he spoke. "I thought you'd pick something milder."
The vampire lowered his head and kissed away the teardrop that was about to fall from the angel's eyelash. "I hope you don't faint from the pain later."
Aston placed Isaiah on another velvet-covered couch.
The angel's body was covered with scars. Even lying on the soft couch, she still trembled with pain. Aston's fingers stroked the angel's quivering body. His fingertips dipped into a little of the lustrous ointment and gently spread it on the two small dogwood berries.
"Um...!"
Isaiah tensed his waist and abdomen abruptly. The moment the ointment seeped into his skin, a sharp, icy pain shot through him, which was soon replaced by a burning, tingling sensation.
Aston chuckled softly and slowly pinched out the ruby clip from the box. He slowly rolled it over Isaiah's gradually rising chest and mischievously poked it. "If it hurts, bite me."
"No... Wait..."
Isaiah instinctively tried to dodge, but was caught by the scruff of the neck by Aston and pushed back onto the bed.
With a click, the moment it closed, the angel let out a broken sob. The ruby pendant swayed with her breath, heavily tugging at that sensitive spot.
Aston rubbed his wet eye corners with his knuckles, while his other hand had already picked up a crystal-clear jade bead.
"Relax."
When the jade pearl touched the angel's body, Isaiah's knees reflexively wanted to draw together, but were forcibly separated by the vampire. The ointment made the entrance soft, but the intrusion of the foreign object still made the angel suddenly clench the velvet beneath him as if he were suffocating.
The relief patterns on the jade beads scraped against the inner wall, and Isaiah's crying suddenly rose in pitch, almost breaking.
"Just the first one."
Aston inserted the second one leisurely. Isaiah's waist jerked up convulsively, and the gemstones hanging from his nipples jingled.
When the third jade bead sank in, the angel's pupils had already become unfocused, and saliva mixed with tears soaked the golden hair on the cheeks.
Aston held him, his palm covering that trembling lower abdomen. "Can you feel it? They've filled you up."
Isaiah shook his head unconsciously and desperately, but it only caused more intense friction. The dull thuds of the jade beads colliding with each other came from within his body.
Aston tapped the outermost jade bead with his index finger. The vibration shot straight down his intestines to his coccyx, and the angel's scream suddenly changed pitch. In the throes of near-collapse pleasure, he felt the palm of a vampire supporting the back of his head.
Aston bent down and gave him a kiss.
This kiss was tender to the point of cruelty.
When Aston finally stepped back, Isaiah's pupils had completely lost focus, and saliva was trickling down the side of his neck from the corner of his mouth.
"The last one, sweetie."
The largest jade pearl, with golden thread patterns, was slowly pushed into his body. Isaiah's throat finally let out a wail like that of a creature at the moment of death.
Aston slowly pressed his buttocks, allowing the beads to roll deeper over the sensitive spots.
The angel's sobbing echoed in the secret chamber. Tears kept rolling down Isaiah's reddened eyes, wetting his light golden eyelashes. His body had completely gone limp, leaving him at Aston's mercy. His fair skin was covered with marks of passion.
Aston's fingers were still stirring inside him, and the dull thuds of the jade beads colliding came from deep within. Isaiah's pupils were dilated, his lips slightly parted, and saliva trickled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.
"Really beautiful," Aston chuckled. "An angel's body is indeed perfect for this kind of play."
Isaiah couldn't speak, only shaking his head. Broken gasps escaped from his throat. His legs were forcibly spread apart, and he knelt on the soft couch. The insides of his knees were red, and his toes curled up as if trying to escape but having nowhere to go.
The next second, his wrist was seized and the entire angel was pulled up. The chains once again hoisted him up, forcing his arms to be raised high above his head, and his slender body formed an alluring arc.
"No..." Isaiah's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, his pink eyes brimming with tears. "Let go of me..."
Isaiah really couldn't take it anymore. If he had been told in advance that the condition for cooperating with Aston was to play him to death, he would rather have begged for mercy from Lansk.
Compared with his face, his own life is the most important.
Aston, however, paid no attention. His palm slid down along Isaiah's waistline and roughly kneaded his already red and swollen buttocks. Isaiah's buttocks were pinched with finger marks, which soon turned a deeper shade of red.
His body was so sensitive that even such a touch made him tremble and whimper. The front part was already hard and aching, but he received no comfort at all.
"Ask me," Aston whispered in his ear, his breath hot. "Ask me, and I'll make you feel good."
"Please, please you..."
Isaiah finally broke down and sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his body marked with ambiguous traces. His voice was weak and trembling, like a small animal cornered into a dead end, even the ending of his words carried a broken, weeping tone.
Aston curled his lips in satisfaction, his fingertips maliciously scraping over Isaiah's moist and soft entrance. "Ask me for something. Be clear."
Isaiah trembled all over, tortured by lust to the point of almost losing his mind. The angel raised his head, tears mingling with sweat sliding down, and his pink eyes were filled with longing.
"Please... do it to me... " His voice broke, his slender waist arching involuntarily towards Aston's direction, already rambling incoherently, "Save, save me..."
A glint of triumph flashed in Aston's eyes.
"That's a good boy." The vampire chuckled in a deep voice, and with one rough hand, he forcibly spread Isaiah's trembling legs apart.
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