Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 167: Punish Me

"You are so cunning," Riven remarked as he got closer.

Soren’s lips curved, slow and wicked. "Kiss me to show how much you missed me."

Riven huffed, but his heart thudded faster. The challenge in Soren’s voice, the calm demand wrapped in authority and superiority, sent a shiver down his spine. Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play.

"Don’t regret it," Riven whispered, leaning in. "Remember, you can’t touch me."

Just wait, you will be aching to touch me!

Their mouths brushed—just barely—a soft graze that ignited the tension instantly. Riven kissed him slowly at first, a test, an exploration. Soren didn’t move. He let Riven come to him. His restraint was maddening.

Riven’s hand slid up Soren’s chest, fingers curling in the ornate fabric, feeling the ridges of embroidery and cold metal before he gripped tighter, using it to pull Soren closer. Their lips met again—this time fully, deeply. Riven poured heat and frustration and longing into it.

He kissed Soren like he was starved.

And maybe he was.

Soren responded with his mouth, not his hands, opening to him, tilting his head just enough to deepen the kiss. Riven felt his pulse spike as their tongues slid together, tasting, teasing. He could feel Soren’s breath, steady but growing warmer. Controlled, but not unaffected.

Riven’s fingers trailed up the column of Soren’s neck, brushing against the underside of his jaw, thumb tracing the curve of his cheek. The angle made the kiss messier, hotter—until Riven was almost in his lap, chest to chest, body pressed tightly against all that maddening composure.

And still, Soren didn’t touch him.

Riven pulled back slightly, panting. His eyes glittered with defiance.

"You’re really not going to touch me?" he asked breathlessly.

Soren’s voice was dark silk. "Not yet."

Riven groaned and dove back in, kissing him again—harder, rougher. He bit Soren’s lower lip, drew a small sound from his throat that might’ve been a growl. The sound did things to Riven’s stomach.

He arched against him, tasting power and stubbornness and heat.

Soren kissed like a man who could ruin you if he wanted.

Riven slowly backed away from the kiss. He stared at Soren, looked him up and down. He was dissatisfied with how dressed Soren was.

"As I have instructed. Put on that ring." Soren lifted his head up with a hint of pride and power.

Riven grumbled under his breath, he was going to make him do this. Riven turned around and reached for the drawer, and just like Soren said there was that damned ring. And next to it- Was- What was that?!

Riven’s breath hitched as he realised that the drawer was filled with toys! Sex toys-

He quickly turned around, fumbling as he met Soren’s gaze. He wanted to ask, was this what he was up to while he was gone?

Seeing Riven so clueless and fumbling made Soren laugh. A rich, melodious chuckle filled the room. Riven froze for a second. Was this his plan? Just to get him to see these toys and catch him off guard.

Now that he had got the reaction he wanted, would Soren finally touch him.

"So, now what?" Riven asked with expectation. What did Soren plan? There were various items in that drawer, and he was extremely curious about how they were going to use them on him.

Soren tilted his head lazily, and with an unamused expression, he relayed the same message. "Put on the ring just as I instructed. Come on now, you are a smart wolf. Stop delaying."

What- Come on! Was he seriously going to make him do this? Riven held the ring in his hand and then cheekily put it on his ring finger. It was very loose, but he smiled at Soren. He put it on! Just like Soren said! fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Sigh

Soren let out a sigh that did not bode well for him. Riven was having fun, so why would he follow Soren’s orders like a dog? Soren quickly removed a whipping stick that happened to be in his sleeve, ready to teach a rebellious dog how to obey.

Where the hell did that come from?!

Soren stepped closer, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He placed one end under Riven’s chin and slowly lifted his head up. "Are you going to disobey me?" He asked as if it was a dare. He was done giving this wolf chances.

Riven quickly shook his head. He probably will disobey Soren again, but he was not going to admit that! He expected the whipping stick to be cold but it was warmed by Soren’s body temperature. It did feel a little ticklish though.

The end moved, Soren’s obsidian eyes gleamed under the dim lights. Even though it was daytime, the curtains were closed, and the room had a few candles giving it a romantic and erotic vibe.

The base of the stick moved to the side, reaching Riven’s soft and plump cheek. Soren pressed against the cheek once, Rivens’ beautiful emerald eyes never left him for a second. He looked at Soren expectantly, as if saying, ’Punish me, Soren.’

And so he did. He lifted it up and, with a quick, swift motion, he slapped Riven with the whipping stick. "Now, will you still play dumb?"

Riven shook his head again, this time slowly. There was a slight sting on his cheek, but not enough to cause him actual pain. There was a light redness forming on that cheek but considering how hard Riven was blushing one would not even be able to tell.

He twirled the ring in his fingers for a second before doing what Soren expected him to do. He reached for his shaft that was sensitive to the touch and slipped on the ring. It seemed to be a perfect fit.

His chest heaved, and his breathing felt heavy. He felt like he was affected by aphrodisiac, but he was simply that attracted to Soren. And whatever kink he wanted to try out, he would say yes!