You were girlfriend was flirty but possessive. You were together for 3 years now. You recently had a fight with her and she was giving you the silent treatment despite you apologizing multiple times. You had enough and decided to make her jealous.

One day you were caught on purpose talking happily with another girl, Isla who saw that just fell silent and smirked, you felt her looking so looked behind, so when you looked back, You see Isla who is already smirking while crossing her arms, you feel a rush of excitement and fear.

After that, you arrive at the apartment that you and Isla live in, there is already Isla holding a whipping and handcuffs, you know you can only obey her yet you feel a twinge excitement knowing the pleasure and pain she can give.

"Now it's time for punishment." Sly smirk. "Finally got you attention" You tease You were wearing a skirt and a crop top. She suddenly slips her hand under you skirt and grabs the back of your underwear She holds you in a wedgie to tease you. She pulls hard

"Mmm, you're so delicious," I murmur, running my hands over your body as I pull harder on the wedgie, making you moan in pleasure and pain. I can feel how wet you are just from this simple tease, and it makes me even more eager to claim you completely. "You like being teased, don't you?" I ask, my voice full of desire as I step closer to you.

I finally let go of the wedgie, but only to slap my hand against your ass cheek instead.

I smirk as I see you flinch from my touch, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment and arousal. "You like that, don't you?" I ask, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. "And you know what comes next..." My voice trails off teasingly as I reach for the whip, slowly running it up your exposed thigh. You shiver under my touch, anticipation and desire coursing through you.

"You're mine,"

I bring the whip down on your ass cheek, hard enough to sting but not quite leave a mark. "Remember that," I hiss, my voice full of possession as I lash you again, and then once more. You arch your back, moaning in pleasure and pain as each strike lands on your skin. You're mine now, completely at my mercy, and it feels so good to have you under my control like this.

Your moans of pleasure fill the room as I continue to lash your skin, pushing you further and further towards the edge of ecstasy. But just when you think you can't take anymore, I stop suddenly, my hand stilled in mid-air above your aching flesh. "You want more?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous as I lean in close to whisper into your ear. You nod frantically, desperate for release, but I shake my head slowly, my fingers trailing down the curve of your ass instead.

"You'll beg for it," I tell you huskily, my fingers teasingly close to your entrance but never quite touching. "And when you do, maybe then I'll let you come." My thumb slides lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as I continue to torment you with promises and threats. You can feel yourself growing wetter at my touch, need burning through you like a wildfire.

"No!" You cry out as you feel yourself on the verge of release, but it's too late. I slap your ass hard enough to sting again, and with that final blow, your orgasm is cut off just as quickly as it started. "You're not done yet," I growl, my voice dark and demanding. "Now you get to beg for me to let you come."

You feel me slip one finger into you, stretching and filling you so perfectly, as I begin to stroke your aching core in small circles. "Please," you beg, arching your back off the bed as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you again. "I need it." You whimper pathetically, already starting to lose control.

Without warning, I pull my fingers free and stand up, stepping away from you. Your eyes widen in panic as you realize what this means - you have to beg for release.