**Isabella**
We arrived inside our room, and immediately Razor closed the door and turned to face me; my legs moved back instantly on their own.
He lifted his head upwards, closing his eyes for a few seconds before looking straight at me.
I averted my face, looking everywhere but at him.
"Bend over the bed, Isabella," he ordered curtly, his eyes boring into me intensely.
I shook my head, taking another step back. I thought he had forgotten about everything. Why did he have to be such a headass?
"One," he announced, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
I instantly scrambled to the bed, bending over the edge. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart began thudding heavily as he took slow strides towards me. I clenched my fists tightly, trying to keep it together.
"So, my little wife," he began slowly, resting the belt on my bum, "why are you in this position?"
