The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 23
~Ye Jun~
He froze, eyes going all wide like I’d just told him I was pregnant or some shit, his hand stopping dead on my dick, still wrapped around it tight but not moving, and I could see the wheels turning in his head, that mix of shock and hunger flashing across his face before he blinked it away, trying to play it cool but failing because his breath hitched loud in the quiet room.
"Wait, what?" Si-woo stammered, pulling his hand back slowly like he was afraid I’d change my mind if he moved too fast, stepping back a little but not enough to let me go, his boxers still tented obvious from earlier. "You... you want me to fuck you? For real? After I ditched you like an asshole? Are you just addicted to being treated badly? "
I tugged at the tie around my wrists, the fabric biting in a way that was starting to piss me off more than turn me on, and I shot him this glare mixed with a smirk because yeah, I was still mad, but fuck, the way he was looking at me now, all desperate and guilty, it was kinda hot in a twisted way. "Yeah, I said it, didn’t I? Don’t make me repeat it, you deaf or something? But untie me first, idiot, my arms are going numb and if you think I’m letting you rail me while I’m stuck to the rim like some cheap porno prop, you’re dreaming."
He laughed, this short, breathless sound that cut through the tension, shaking his head as he reached up and started fumbling with the knot, his fingers shaking a bit which made me snort because big bad Si-woo, all tough and dominant, suddenly nervous? "Fuck, Ye-jun, you’re gonna kill me. I thought you’d punch me, not beg for my dick." He got the tie loose finally, and my arms dropped, pins and needles shooting through them, but before I could rub my wrists, he grabbed me by the waist, yanking me close, our bodies slamming together hard enough that I felt his hard-on press against my thigh. "I didn’t mean to leave okay. I freaked out, I didn’t want to make it worse."
"Apology accepted, barely," I muttered, shoving him back a step toward the bed because if we were doing this, no way was it happening against the door with parents potentially hearing every creak. "But don’t think one sorry fixes the fact you left me there with cum on my face like I was disposable. Next time you pull that shit, I’ll kick your ass for real." I pushed him again, harder, and he stumbled back, grinning now, that cocky look creeping back as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me with him, both of us tumbling onto the bed in a mess of limbs.
" I don’t remember saying sorry to you Ye Jun." He smirked.
He landed on his back, me on top, and immediately his hands were everywhere, sliding under my tee, pushing it up as he sat up halfway, mouth crashing into mine again, but this time it wasn’t just hungry—it was like he was trying to say sorry with his tongue, kissing deep and messy, biting my lip lightly then sucking on it, his hands gripping my sides hard. "God, I missed this," he mumbled against my mouth, voice rough, "even though it’s only been hours, fuck, Ye-jun, you’re addictive, you know that? I couldn’t stop thinking about you, that’s why I was jerking off moaning your name like a loser."
I laughed into the kiss, pulling back just enough to yank my shirt off over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor, then grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to look at me. "Addictive? Cute, but save the flattery. You owe me, remember? Make it good, or I’ll make you regret coming home." I ground down on him, feeling his dick twitch through the thin fabric, and he groaned, hips bucking up instinctively.
"Fuck, yeah, I owe you," he said, flipping us suddenly so I was under him, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and he started kissing down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, his hands pinning my arms down again but not tying them this time. "Let me make it up. I wanna tie you up proper, Ye-jun, wrists to the headboard, maybe blindfold you, spank your ass red for spying on me.... "
"No," I cut him off sharp, shoving at his chest to make him pause, my heart racing because yeah, the idea sounded hot, but after tonight? No way was I giving him that much control yet. "Beg all you want, but BDSM shit? Denied. You think you get to play dom after ditching me? Earn it back, asshole. Just fuck me normally , or don’t fuck me at all."
He lifted his head, eyes narrowing, but there was this playful pout on his lips that made me want to laugh and slap him at the same time. "Come on, baby, just a little? please, Ye-jun, let me tie you, make you squirm, I promise I’ll be good, untie you right after, kiss every inch... "
"Shut up," I snapped, but I was grinning, grabbing his hair and yanking him back down for another kiss to stop the begging, because if he kept going with that whiny tone, I might cave, and no, not tonight. "No begging, no tying. Kiss me like you mean it, or get off."
He groaned dramatically, like I’d just denied him his favorite toy, but then he dove back in, kissing me harder, his tongue tangling with mine in this sloppy, desperate way that had me moaning low in my throat. "Fine, no BDSM, you killjoy," he muttered between kisses, hands sliding down to shove my sweats off, tossing them aside, and then his mouth was on my chest, licking over a nipple, biting lightly, making me arch up. "But I’m still gonna make you beg for my cock, see how you like it."
"Try me," I shot back, breathless already, my hands in his hair, pulling as he moved lower, kissing down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. "You think you can? After earlier, when you couldn’t even finish the job?"
"Oh, burn," he laughed, looking up at me with that wicked glint, then without warning, he took my dick in his mouth, sucking hard and deep, no teasing, just straight to it, his head bobbing fast, hand stroking what he couldn’t fit. I gasped loud, too loud probably, but fuck it, it felt amazing, his tongue swirling around the tip, and I bucked into his mouth without thinking.
"Si-woo, fuck.... slow down, or I’ll cum too quick," I hissed, trying to pull him off, but he pinned my hips down with one arm, shaking his head slightly, humming around me which sent vibrations shooting through me, making my toes curl.
He popped off for a second, grinning up at me with spit on his lips. "That’s the point, make you cum first, then fuck you while you’re sensitive and whining."
