With another crack of the whipping stick, the hit landed firmly on the other side of his chest, as if Soren's motive was to even things out. Yes, maybe he did have a thing for perfection.
This time, it hit harder than Riven had expected it to be. He flinched at the sharp attack aimed at him. "Be a bit more gentle, will you?" He muttered as he hissed in pain. The burning sensation lingered.
If he could see, there would have been a red mark on his right pec which was in stark contrast to his fair skin.
Soren raised his eyebrow at Riven's request. His grip tightened around the stick and aimed it at Riven again, this time he did not strike. He moved it upwards from Riven's chest, lining his muscles gently. Soren took his own sweet time, he was in no rush. He enjoyed seeing Riven squirm under him.
A kind of fear he found attractive. The fact that Riven was worried about when the next hit would land already caused heat to pool in his abdomen.
