Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 168: Will Not Touch

"What are your orders... Master?" Riven slowly added that word. He knew that was the dynamic he had with Soren in the bedroom. Something very kinky.

Soren froze at that word. He hadn’t asked Riven to say that, but somehow it fit perfectly, didn’t it?

He whipped out that stick again and placed it at the base of Riven’s chin again, this time, he did not raise Riven’s face. He started to slowly move it down from Riven’s chin. He slowly lined the Adam’s apple that bobbed. Once in a while, he would look at Riven’s face and not his body, which trembled at his touch.

His eyes would never leave him, his eyebrows cutely furrowed, and his lips quivering. Riven was indeed right. Just who was the one being punished?

The base of the stick made its way to Riven’s fair chest. Soren eyed those rose buds, they were especially eye-catching.

Riven squirmed as the base of the stick made an infinity sign on his chest before landing on his nipple. He couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. He looked at Soren like he was wronging him.

Soren did not look at Riven’s pitiful face at all, his eyes were on his body. And he enjoyed the way he made Riven squirm. He played around with the rosebud, evoking a few gasps from Riven before moving on.

He saw how hard Riven got and was satisfied, but it did not end here. He moved to the base of Riven’s abdomen and finally relayed his orders. "Start pleasuring yourself."

Riven had no choice but to obey. His face had turned red from the sheer stimulation, and now Soren asked him to give himself pleasure while he looked on.

The wolf bit his lip, unsure of how to proceed. He read about it, sure, seen how it’s done... But he never did it himself. He was proud to say that he never had to.

He had numerous hot men at his disposal, but one of those men now ordered him to masturbate.

Soren was patient enough. His long lashes cast a shadow on his elegant face. Riven blushed, seeing that his gaze did not waver.

’I am just that hot. No one can take their eyes off of me.’

Riven cheerfully met his gaze and moved his hand. He took his shaft in his hand, feeling the delicately crafted ring on his palm. He gulped, but he did not take his eyes off Soren.

He started to move his hand slowly but surely. There was a first time for everything. The only thing he was missing was some lube. But it did not pose too much of a problem right now.

Look at those eyes, so dark and so deep. Riven felt like he wanted to get lost in them, his gaze moved to Soren’s lips, they were reddish... A deep red that looked like blood that dried up. He could almost imagine those lips on his shaft. The warmth of Soren’s mouth as he moved...

"Hnnghh-" He felt his face get hotter. He hated that he was aching for more when Soren stood still like a statue, completely unaffected.

Riven bit his lip again, this time harder. He remembered how Soren would stop him from doing so. He hoped to get a reaction out of Soren, but got nothing.

There was a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes that was annoying. Riven wanted Soren to feel desperate, too. Desperate for his touch, just like how he was feeling.

Riven stopped moving his hand against his shaft. And there was a moment of silence between them.

Soren’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He grasped the whip harder and mercilessly hit Riven’s hand, which stopped. "I never told you that could stop."

Riven, not minding the sting on his hand, replied with arrogance, "You never told me I could not stop either."

Ignoring Soren, the wolf moved closer. Riven knelt on the bed, the sheets bunched beneath his knees, the faint weight of the collar at his neck a reminder of who he belonged to. But at this moment, it was he who took control.

Soren stood before him, unmoving, imposing as always. His black coat framed his lean frame, those dark eyes watching Riven with something dangerous and unreadable. Not a single finger lifted. Not a single inch leaned in.

Fine. If he wouldn’t touch him, Riven would make sure he felt it anyway.

"Come closer," Riven murmured, voice laced with heat and defiance. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Soren didn’t move.

Riven huffed. "Stubborn."

With a sudden grin, he rose slightly on his knees and reached up, slipping his arms around Soren’s neck. His fingers laced behind it, drawing him forward in one smooth pull.

Whispering against Soren’s lips, Riven tried ordering, "You can’t touch me, but I can touch you. And right now, I desire to kiss you."

As Riven’s lips fell on Soren’s, Riven’s hand moved again. He intended to follow through Soren’s order, yes, but in his own way.

Riven pressed his mouth to Soren’s with the hunger of someone who had gone far too long without this. His lips moved urgently, feverishly, tasting and claiming. His fingers tightened behind Soren’s neck, nails brushing skin, keeping him locked in place. Soren didn’t flinch. He let it happen.

As much as he found it hard, he was going to keep his word.

His hands didn’t move. He made no effort to touch him back.

Which only made Riven kiss him harder.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding along Soren’s lower lip until the other finally opened for him. Riven took advantage instantly, his body pushing forward, chest brushing against the edge of Soren’s coat. The low hum in Soren’s throat was subtle but unmistakable.

His other hand kept moving up and down, the ring that was painfully placed on his shaft oddly brought pangs of pleasure. It was as if restriction only made him work harder, and since he did not get his release, he stayed within the realms of pleasure for longer.