The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 27

~Si woo~

The silence was eating him alive. I could see it. I could feel it. And it made me smile inside.

I leaned in a little closer. My voice came out low. "You really think I’m not good enough for her?" I handed him a tall glass. Our fingers touched for a second. "Come on, Ye-jun. Are you jealous? After the way you ignored me all day at work. Acting like a little bitch who can’t handle his feelings."

He grabbed the glass fast. It almost slipped from his fingers. He caught it just in time. "Jealous? Of you and some rich politician’s daughter? Please. Don’t make me laugh. You’re not even good in bed, Si-woo. I’ve had way better. Much better. Honestly? I would let another guy fuck me tonight. Right now. If it means I can go to work happy. Live my life happily. Without your huge ego messing everything up."

Those words hit me hard. Like someone punched me straight in the stomach. My hands froze under the hot water. It burned my skin but I did not move. He said it so easily . So cold. So mean. Like last night never happened. Like he had not been under me, moaning my name over and over. Begging me to go harder. Deeper. Holding onto me like I was the only thing in his world. His legs wrapped around my waist. His nails in my back. Whispering please don’t stop. And now he said this? Another man? Just to hurt me?

Rage came up fast. Hot. Burning. But it mixed with something else. That sick excitement I always got when he fought back. When he pushed my buttons. My cock got hard again. Painfully hard. Pressing against my pants. I remembered the old days. Before him. When guys talked too much. Got too mouthy.

I used to handle it differently. Make them soft. Make them needy. Make them beg instead of argue. It was wrong. I knew it. Deep down I knew it was fucked up. But right now the thought made me throb even more. I pictured him like that. Loose. Horny. No more sharp words. Just him desperate for me. Forgetting his anger. Forgetting everything except how much he needed me inside him. Reminding him who he belonged to.

I did not say a word at first. I just turned off the water. Dried my hands slowly on a towel. My heart was pounding loud in my ears. I walked up to the cabinet in my rooms. I thought I was over such games but I guess I was never really over it. I those pills there. The strong sleeping ones I will give them when it hurt too much.

They knocked them out cold. But I knew if you mixed them with a little powder from my old hidden stash the stuff I had not touched in years it did more. It made people horny. Suggestible. Easy to control. Weak and wanting.

I pulled out two pills quickly. While Ye-jun was still rinsing the last big pot. His back was to me. I crushed them fast between two spoons. The powder was fine. White. I opened my secret small bag from my pocket. Added a pinch of the old stuff. Stirred it all into a fresh glass of water. No taste. No color. It was just perfect.

I held it out to him casually. Like nothing was wrong. "Here. You look thirsty after all that talking. Drink up."

He looked at the glass. Then at me. His eyes got narrow. Suspiciously . "No thanks. I’m fine."

I shrugged like it did not matter. I set the glass down on the counter. He turned to grab a dry towel from the rack. That was my chance. I picked the glass up again. I took a big drink myself first. Swallowed loud but that was just for him to heat it didn’t really go down. " Nothing there." I showed him. "See? Safe."

Then I moved fast. Before he could step away. I grabbed the back of his neck hard. My fingers dug in. I yanked him close. Our bodies touched. I pressed my mouth to his lips. "Drink, you stubborn fuck."

He fought back right away. His hands pushed at my chest. Water spilled down his chin. Wet his shirt. He cursed loud against the glass. "Get off me! What the hell... "

I tipped it more. Harder. Forced his mouth open just enough. He had to swallow or choke. A big gulp went down. Some spilled on the floor. But most of it went in. His eyes went wide. Full of shock. Full of anger. Full of something that looked like betrayal. He shoved me back hard. Finally broke free. He coughed. Water dripped from his chin. "You asshole! What the fuck was that?"

I just smirked. I wiped my own mouth slowly with the back of my hand. The powder was already in me too. A little buzz starting. Warm. But I did not care. I watched him swallow. I watched his throat move. I watched the flash in his eyes hurt, rage, confusion. It was beautiful. It was worth every risk. Every line I just crossed.

He stood there breathing hard. Chest up and down fast. Water still dripping. His shirt stuck to his skin in spots. His hair messy from the struggle. He looked wild. Angry. Hot. My dick ached looking at him.

Mom called from the living room. "Boys? You done in there? Don’t break my dishes!"

Ye-jun wiped his mouth rough. His voice came out shaky but still sharp. "This isn’t over, Si-woo. You’re fucked up. You know that?"

I stepped closer again. Low voice. Only for him. "Maybe. But you started it. Talking about other guys. How bad I am on bed? Now you get to feel what happens when you push me too far. You’ll testify to how good I am on bed."

He glared. But I saw it. The first small sign. His pupils got a little big. His breathing changed. Just a bit. The stuff was starting. Slowly . But it was there.

He turned away fast. Walked out of the kitchen. His steps were a little off. Not steady yet. But soon.

I stayed by the sink. Hands gripping the edge. Heart racing. Body on fire. This was bad. This was wrong. I knew it. But the thrill was stronger. The need to own him again. To make him mine. No more fighting. No more threats of other men.

Just him. Soft and begging. Like before.

And me reminding him why he never left.

I dried the last dish slowly. Put it away. Then I followed him down the hall. Quietly . Waiting for it to hit him full force.

Because tonight? Tonight I was taking back control.

And he was going to love hating every second of it.