Pleasured By Pain

He climbed onto the bed and laid in between the mattress, on his back. He glanced at the guard. “Step near the bed,” He murmured and averted his eyes to the ceiling. The guard reluctantly stepped ahead. His hands were already sweaty as he knew what was going to happen next.

“Tighten your hold on the whip,” The king said. He complied.

“Raise it in the air and show me,” He lifted the weapon and showed it as ordered. Zebian glanced at the whip. His nails were white with the pressure. He hummed pleasantly under his breath.

“Now flog me with all your might and do not stop even if I’m dead,” He stoned his gaze at the ceiling as the command slipped out of his lips. The guard’s complexion blanched in the following. His mouth parted in shock with eyes wide open.

“Y…your m…majesty,” He stammered, couldn’t decipher if he actually picked up right on his words.

“It is your king’s order. I have said it and you shall be obeying it,” Zebian gritted. The guard closed his eyes and sighed breathily