Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 14
Chen Yang didn’t speak.
They remained silently locked in a tense stillness for a few minutes. Liang Yun sat bare-bottomed on Chen Yang’s thigh, her arousal already dampening his trousers.
Chen Yang suddenly reached out, grabbed one side of her shirt collar, and gave a sharp pull, easily ripping the front of Liang Yun’s blouse open.
Her shirt was made of soft chiffon, a delicate light blue with a faint floral pattern on the collar. A single sparkling zirconium button bounced and rolled beneath the front seats.
A sudden chill struck Liang Yun’s chest, and she couldn’t help but gasp softly.
 “Haa…”
The soft, swelling skin of her br3asts was revealed beneath the partial cover of her bra, faintly reflecting the car’s dim light. Her skin was pure and smooth, not the sickly pale of someone who avoids the sun, but a glossy, healthy pinkish-white, like new spring snow hiding early blossoms beneath.
Now, due to her nervousness, a blush was spreading across her chest, an apricot-pink hue that looked like it was mixed by a masterful artist.
Liang Yun was just about to mourn her ruined shirt and scold the barbaric man when a large hand plunged inside her bra and harshly pinched her n1pple.
Chen Yang seized the tender tip of her br3ast and twisted it sharply to the side.
Liang Yun immediately cried out in pain. “It hurts so much! No! Let go!”
“Does it hurt? More pain is coming!” With one hand, Chen Yang pinned both of Liang Yun’s wrists. With the other, he somewhat roughly spread her thighs as far as they would go, then slapped her already dripping little flower-v4g1na hard.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! ” Her most vulnerable spot was cruelly and suddenly attacked. Liang Yun’s tears streamed down instantly.
The choice is yours: the back or here, hmm? Chen Yang’s hand stroked her resilient buttock, drawing circles along the crease where it met her thigh.
“The… the back,” Liang Yun mumbled, head bowed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Unbuckle my belt,” Chen Yang instructed.
No warm-up with his hand this time?
She only dared to think it; Liang Yun didn’t ask. She obediently unbuckled Chen Yang’s belt and handed it to him with both hands.
Chen Yang immediately pressed down on her waist with one hand, arching her naked bottom into the air. Without hesitation, he whipped the belt in a wide arc. With a sharp snap, it landed on the glistening, pale flesh, producing a vivid red welt.
Pah—
“Mmmh—” Liang Yun cried out, having taken the hit before she was even fully positioned.
Pah—
No pause for breath. Another strike.
This time, the beating was relentless, the belt striking her again and again. Like a viper’s tongue, it intimately kissed Liang Yun’s entire bottom, thighs, and waist. Her entire lower body quickly felt like it had burst into flames.
Liang Yun bit down on the soft flesh inside her mouth, trying to use pain elsewhere to distract from the fiery searing on her butt, but it was largely ineffective. Eventually, she couldn’t help but cry out.
Chen Yang didn’t scold her; he let her voice tremble with pain, the intensity building with each wave. He had chosen a remote spot in the suburbs; the nearest house lights were several kilometers away.
The session of continuous, tight-spaced strikes finally ended. Liang Yun was drenched in sweat, her nose red from crying.
But she wasn’t given a break. She was suddenly pulled down, one leg hoisted onto the front passenger seat.
Pah—
This strike landed on the incredibly sensitive inner thigh. The delicate skin visibly swelled and reddened immediately. The pain here was several times more intense than on her buttocks.
Liang Yun was in such extreme agony that she lost her voice, her mouth open, tears streaming down, unable to scream.
“Twenty strokes. Count them yourself. Miss one count, add five strokes.”
Pah—
Liang Yun hadn’t even processed the instruction before the first strike landed.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!—” Snot and tears flowed together again.
“Not counting? Add five more!”
Pah—
“Ah!—I’m counting, I’m counting—one…”
Pah—
“Waaahhh—two…”
Pah—
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!—Three Waaahhh…”
After she counted the fifteenth strike, Chen Yang paused.
He set the belt aside and gently stroked the inside of Liang Yun’s thighs, the area that had been brutally disciplined. It was hot and throbbing; the slightest touch made her jump.
Liang Yun covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably, tears trickling through her fingers.
“Ten more. Hang in there.”
He flipped the other thigh over, exposing the soft flesh of both inner legs.
The whistle of the belt sounded again in the air.
The final ten strokes seemed even more powerful than before.
Liang Yun cried until she was exhausted, her top completely soaked with sweat.
When it was over, Chen Yang held her close.
He took a damp cloth and carefully wiped away her sweat and tears, while his other hand gently stroked her hair.
The sudden tenderness, combined with the shame from the drive and the sharp pain in her lower body, brought on a surge of overwhelming distress. Liang Yun burst into full-throated sobs.
Chen Yang remained silent, just holding her, occasionally stroking her head and patting her back, like comforting a distraught child.
It wasn’t until Liang Yun’s wails subsided into hiccuping sobs that he finally spoke, “Feel better now?”
Chen Yang was like a prophet, fully aware of the pent-up frustration and unhappiness she had accumulated over the past few days. Then, like a skilled surgeon, he made a tiny incision in her inflated balloon of emotion, allowing the pressurized liquid inside to roar and rush out in a sudden torrent.
“Want a ride home?” Chen Yang pulled the white underwear he had pocketed back out, helped Liang Yun put it on, then picked up her pants from beside the seat and placed them on her lap.
He opened the back door, got out, and returned to the front driver’s seat.