The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 22

Ye Jun

The cab dropped me off in front of the house around 2 a.m., and I stumbled out half-sober, the tequila still sloshing around in my brain making everything fuzzy but not fuzzy enough to forget what a shitshow the night had been, with Si-woo’s dick down my throat and then him just bailing like I was yesterday’s trash. I fumbled with my keys, cursing under my breath when they jingled too loud, because the last thing I needed was Mom or Dad waking up and seeing me like this reek of club smoke, hickeys probably blooming on my neck, eyes red from whatever the hell emotions I’d been choking down in the shower earlier.

The Door creaked open, and of course, the living room light flicked on right as I stepped in, Mom standing there in her robe looking all worried and sleepy.

"Ye-jun? That you? It’s so late everything okay? "

I forced this fake-ass grin, leaning against the wall to steady myself because the room was spinning a little. "Yeah, Mom, fine. Just out with friends, you know, lost track of time. No big deal." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

She squinted at me, arms crossed like she could smell the bullshit. "Friends? You sure? Your eyes are all puffy. And where’s Si-woo? He left earlier saying he was meeting you or something did you two fight again?"

Fight? Ha, if only she knew it was more like failed fuck and abandon. But I shook my head quick. "Nah, no fight. He’s probably still out. I’m good, really. Gonna crash."

Dad shuffled in then, yawning, scratching his belly. "Kid, you reek of booze. Anything wrong? You two been at each other’s throats lately. Family dinner was tense as hell."

"Nothing’s wrong!" I snapped louder than I meant, then dialed it back with a laugh that sounded forced even to me. "Seriously, sir, just a long night. Si-woo’s fine, I’m fine, everyone’s fine. Night."

I bolted up the stairs before they could grill me more, heart pounding because lying to them felt shitty on top of everything else, like the guilt was piling up with the anger and the hurt from Si-woo ditching me mid-mess. My room door shut behind me, and I stripped quick, throwing on sweats and a tee, collapsing onto the bed face-first, but sleep? Nope, brain wouldn’t shut off, replaying the VIP room over and over the fingering that felt so good, the blowjob, his blank face after, the door clicking shut. Fucker. I checked my phone text sent, no reply. Of course.

Maybe an hour later, still tossing and turning, I heard the front door open downstairs, quiet footsteps, and I knew it was him. Si-woo, sneaking in like nothing happened. Part of me wanted to storm down and yell, but nah, too tired, too raw. I rolled over, trying to ignore it, but then moans. Low at first, coming from down the hall. His room. What the fuck?

I sat up, ears straining, because no way, was he... ? Another moan, muffled but clear, and my name. "Ye-jun..." Holy shit. I froze, stomach flipping, because he was jerking off, moaning my name like he hadn’t just walked out on me hours ago. Stunned didn’t cover it.... I was pissed, turned on, confused as hell, all at once. What the actual fuck? He leaves me high and dry, no aftercare, nothing, and now he’s in there getting off to me?

I should’ve stayed put, minded my business, but nope, idiot me slipped out of bed quiet, tiptoeing down the hall because I had to hear it closer, confirm I wasn’t hallucinating from the hangover. His door was cracked a tiny bit, light spilling out, and yeah, there it was rhythmic sounds, skin on skin, his breath hitching. "Fuck, Ye-jun... so tight... want you..."

My dick twitched in my sweats, betraying me instantly, because hearing him like that after the rejection? It was hot and infuriating, making me hard. I backed up quickly , planning to sneak away privately , deal with this boner alone in my room, but fuck slipped on a puddle of water someone must’ve spilled earlier, probably mom when she went down to get water fuck. Foot went out from under me, ass hit the floor hard with a thud, and I yelped without meaning to. "Shit!"

The door flew open instantly, Si-woo standing there in just boxers, dick still half-hard bulging obvious, face flushed and eyes wide. "Ye-jun? What the... were you spying on me?"

I scrambled up, rubbing my ass, face burning because caught red-handed. "Spying? Fuck no, I was going to the bathroom, slipped on this damn water. Not everything’s about you, asshole."

He grabbed my arm quickly, yanking me forward before I could bolt. "Bullshit. You were right at my door. Heard me, didn’t you?"

"Let go!" I hissed, trying to pull away, but he was stronger, dragging me into his room and slamming the door shut behind us, locking it with a click that made my heart race faster. "What the hell, Si-woo? Parents are downstairs... "

"They’re asleep," he muttered, pushing me back against the door, eyes dark and hungry now, no blank stare like before. "You heard me moaning your name, huh? Jerking off thinking about you, about what I wanted to do in that VIP room but couldn’t because you were too fucking tight."

I swallowed hard, dick throbbing now because his body was pressed close, heat radiating, and yeah, I was struggling to breathe steady, chest heaving. "So what? You left me there like trash, no aftercare, nothing. Now you’re gonna drag me in here? Fuck off."

He smirked, this pissed-off twist to his mouth, grabbing my wrists and yanking them up over my head, pinning them with one hand while he rummaged in his drawer with the other pulled out a tie or something, wrapping it quick around my wrists, tying them to the door handle behind me. "Fuck off? You slipped right into my lap, Ye-jun. Literally. And look at you hard already. Don’t act like you don’t want this."

I tugged at the tie, but it held tight, and shit, being tied up like that, helpless with him so close? It made me harder, breath coming in pants. "Untie me, you psycho! This isn’t funny what if I yell?"

He leaned in, mouth crashing onto mine hard, kissing messy and deep, tongue shoving in like he owned me, and I kissed back despite myself, moaning into it because fuck, it felt good, his free hand sliding under my shirt, pinching my nipple sharp. I gasped, breaking the kiss. "Si-woo.. I can’t breathe fuck, I’m so hard it hurts... "

"Good," he growled against my neck, biting down lightly then sucking, hand trailing down to palm me through my sweats, squeezing just enough to make me buck. "I just want to eat you up, Ye-jun. Been thinking about it since I left, I should’ve stayed, should’ve fucked your mouth more, made you beg."

I laughed, breathless and sarcastic. "Eat me up? What are you, a cannibal now? Untie me and maybe... ah, fuck... " His hand squeezed harder, stroking me slowly through the fabric, and I thrust into it without thinking.

He pulled back a bit, eyes locked on mine, voice low and rough. "No, not cannibal. I want to pin you down on my bed, spread your legs wide, finger you open again but slower this time, add a fourth until you’re begging for my dick, then flip you over, ass up, and slide in inch by inch, make you take every bit even if you’re clenching like before."

My dick jumped at the words, precum leaking through my sweats, and I bit my lip hard to hold back a whine, but it slipped out anyway. "Stop fuck, why are you saying this shit? It’s making me. "

"Harder? Yeah, I see." He grinned, wicked now, hand slipping inside my sweats, wrapping around me bare, stroking slow and tight. "Then I’d fuck you deep, hit that spot over and over until you’re screaming my name, not moaning it quiet like I was. Cum inside you, mark you, then untie you and hold you after because I was an asshole leaving last time."

I was panting, hips rocking into his hand, the narration turning me on so bad I could barely think, the tie biting into my wrists adding to it. "You asshole, you think talking dirty fixes everything? But fuck, yeah, it sounds... "

"Hot? You want it?" He kissed me again, slower this time, hand speeding up on my dick, thumb swiping the tip.

I nodded against his mouth, breaking away gasping. "Yeah, want to try? Fuck me with that big dick of yours, see if I can take it this time."

He froze, eyes widening, hand stilling on me.