She liked what she saw.

Eduardo Valdés, naked and strapped to a chair, his cock standing erect and his face gagged. It was a sight she could only have dreamed of, the cold and emotionless porcelain man now rendered completely helpless.

She walked behind the chair, running her fingers through his short, slicked back hair. She grabbed a handful, yanking his head back.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was trying to find out who killed my father," she said, her voice dangerously low. "But you were being a bad boy, weren't you? Too stubborn to tell me the truth."

A whimper escaped from his throat, the leather gag muffling his cries.

"Oh, I'm not going to give up that easily. I'm going to break you, Eduardo. I'll make you beg for mercy."

Isabella brought her riding crop down, across his stomach. The impact made a muted crack against his shirt.

Eduardo arched his back, a muffled moan escaping.

"You like that, don't you? You masochistic freak," Isabella hissed. "So that's why you're always so cold, so emotionless."

Another swing, the crop landing on his inner thigh. Eduardo bucked, the leather creaking under his weight.

"Because nothing feels exactly like this, does it? Nothing compares to the pain."

She lashed him again, this time landing a blow on his restrained arm.

"It's why you can **** someone without hesitation, because it gets you hard. Because it makes you cum."

Eduardo groaned, his body twisting in its restraints. His cock throbbed, a small trickle of precum leaking from its tip.

"Oh yes, I can see it now. You're close, aren't you? Just a few more hits and you'll cum all over yourself."

She walked around, slapping the riding crop, the impact stinging her palm.

"That's it, be a good boy and let yourself go. Show me how much you love the pain."

She brought the riding crop down in rapid succession, landing blow after blow on his thighs, stomach, and chest.

Eduardo thrashed, his body writhing in the leather chair. His muffled scream echoed through the room.

At last, she stopped, realising that she was panting, from both exertion and excitement. Her own pussy was on fire, the inside of her panties soaked with her own fluids.

"You were right, Minister Valdes, you are a very bad man," she breathed. "So naughty, getting off on being punished like this."

Isabella reached between his legs, cupping his balls in her hand.

"And such a bad boy deserves to be punished."