Page 211 of Sin With Me

I swallow thickly, my eyes wide as I watch him move to the center of my room and pour a mound of rice onto the floor. He glances at me, his brow raised expectantly.

Scrambling to obey, I slip off the bed and yank my shirt off, then shove my shorts down my legs, letting the fabric pool at my feet. “Bra and panties, too,” he mutters, his back to me as he pours a second pile of rice next to the first. “I want you naked.”

My throat goes dry at the words, but I move my trembling hands to unhook my bra. It floats to the floor, joining my other clothes, then my hands land on the waistband of my panties. I hesitate, forcing myself to swallow.

He stands at his full height, something else in his hand as he turns to watch me. My mouth falls open when I see the cat-o-nine tails dangling from his fingertips.

“What—” I can barely get the words out. “What is that?”

“Naked, temptress,” he grits out, his anger growing with every passing second. My panties fall to my ankles, and I step out of them, my eyes on his the entire time. “Good. Now, kneel.” He points the leather whip at the floor, right at the piles of rice, and I stumble back a step.

“Isaac—”

“You want to be absolved of your sins, don’t you, temptress?” he murmurs, moving toward me. Without my permission, my head bobs. “Then do as your Lord says and kneel.”

My gaze shifts to the rice, and trepidation fills every ounce of my body. But this is what I asked for, so I step forward. My room feels impossibly large as I walk across it toward the rice.

Isaac clears his throat pointedly, and I take a deep breath before getting to my knees. A whimper leaves me when the rice digs into my skin, pricking it. As I settle my full weight on it, sharp, shooting pain rips through my body, and a cry I can’t help shoves its way out my throat.

“Quiet, temptress.” The cool, smooth leather glides along my bare back, and I shy away from it. “You’ll be still as you take your punishment.”

My heart is in my throat as I watch him circle me, the leather tracing my skin, around and around my body. Goosebumps ripple over me, the pain in my knees warring with the softness of his whip’s touch.

“No punishment seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” It’s not the voice he uses during his sermons. This one is darker, more commanding, like it’s not Isaac speaking, but someone else entirely.

“Hebrews 12:11,” I breathe.

“Very good.” My eyes flit to him, his touch still featherlight as he circles me. “Do you understand why I must do this, temptress?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

The leather leaves my back, and I let out a shuddering breath. It’s cut short as the first lash of the whip lands on my flesh. I jolt forward, a sharp cry leaving my lips. The pain is almost too much, but I grit my teeth and force myself back upright, waiting for the next blow.

“You’ll thank me after each lash,” he grits out.

“Th–thank you, m–my Lord.” Tears brim my eyes, and I inhale sharply. I can barely even feel the rice anymore, not with the stinging pain radiating across my back.

Another lash lands, harder than the first, and I scream, falling forward onto my hands. He makes a disapproving sound as he glides the tips of the leather straps along the length of my spine.

“Thank you, my Lord,” I cry, the words thick in my throat. The leather dips between my asscheeks, and I tense.

“Relax, temptress.”

But I can’t relax.

Not as the rice digs into new spots on my knees, my back screaming in searing pain. But the soft leather moves further down, tickling my pussy, and I gasp, my head falling forward.

“I heard about your little date at the coffee shop,” he murmurs, and my eyes snap open. I stare at the slats below me, my hands turning red from the weight I have on them.

“Date?” I breathe. The cool air brushes my pussy as he pulls the whip away. Lightly, he smacks it against me, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Don’t play with me, Evelyn,” he growls. “You were with Marcus.”

His name clangs through me like a bad dream, and I squeeze my eyes shut again, trying to get rid of the memories assaulting me.

“I wasn’t on a date,” I choke out, but he ignores me, bringing the whip down on my ass. I cry out at the harsh bite of pain, jolting forward.

“Mary saw you,” he snarls. “She saw you with your tits out for him to see. She saw you touching him.”

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