The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 43

Ye Jun

The cab ride home hurt. Every bump in the road pushed the lace against my skin. My nipples got hard from the friction. My dick twitched every time the car hit a hole. I kept my hoodie zipped to my chin. My backpack sat on my lap like armor. But inside I burned. Ready. So ready it scared me.

The house was quiet when I got back. Lights glowed upstairs. Si-woo’s studio. I did not go to my room. I stood in the hallway. I took off the hoodie. I took off the sweats. They fell in a pile on the floor. I stood there in just the lace and thigh-highs. My bare feet felt cold on the wood. The thigh-highs made soft shhh sounds when I walked.

I went straight to his door. No knock. I pushed it open. Before entering my mind kept replaying every single thing Si woo had ever done for me. Of course he had never done any thing good for me or any thing that could benefit me. He was this cruel disgusting very unconsiderate person and by now I should’ve been used to it but one just doesn’t get used to such stuff about a person and not especially about their step brother doing it to them. He used me, kissed me , fucked me, then make me beg, drugged me, I could always go on and on about what he did to me but who will it benefit? No one of course.

The room smelled like strong coffee and pencil dust. Si-woo sat at his table. Sleeves rolled up. Hair in his eyes. He drew under bright lights. A dress sketch lay in front of him. Beautiful lines. Perfect curves. He did not look up.

I stood there. Heart in my throat. Legs shaky. I cleared my throat. "Hey. Have you seen my charger? I think I left it here."

My voice sounded too calm. The lie sounded stupid.

His pencil stopped.

Three seconds passed. Nothing but the air-con hum.

Then he lifted his head slow.

His eyes hit me. Cold at first. Narrow. Mouth tight. The look he gave people who messed up fittings. The look that made models cry.

Then it changed.

His eyes got big. Dark. Hungry. The pencil snapped in his hand. Crack. Loud. His jaw locked. A muscle jumped in his cheek. He stared. At the lace. At the bows. At how the thigh-highs cut into my thighs. At my nipples pushing against the sheer. He did not blink. He did not move. Just stared.

My chest filled fast. Hot. Dizzy. He sees me. Really sees me. My heart slammed so hard I thought he could hear it. Or see it jump under the lace. Part of me wanted to run. Part of me wanted to laugh. Is he going to yell? Laugh at me? Call me pathetic? Or is he finally going to break?

He pushed his chair back. The legs scraped the floor loud. He stood up slow. Tall. Angry. Something else. Something that made my stomach twist. The light hit his face sharp. His cheekbones looked like knives.

His voice came out low. Rough. Almost a growl. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

My stomach dropped. My knees shook. My mouth went dry. I wanted to hide. I wanted to cry. But I lifted my chin. I made my voice steady. "I asked about my charger."

He stepped closer. Eyes never left me. "Don’t play stupid. You walk in here like that. Dressed like... like that. And you think I believe the charger bullshit?"

I swallowed. He saw it. My throat moved. Bare. No choker. Just skin. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you noticed."

His laugh was short. Mean. "Oh I noticed. You made sure of that."

He was close now. I could smell him. Coffee. Charcoal. Him. My head spun. Triumph burned in my chest but fear mixed in. My hands wanted to cover myself. My dick twitched anyway. Hard. Obvious through the lace.

He looked down. Saw it. His eyes darkened more.

I felt small. Exposed. Powerful. Scared. Wanted.

He stopped right in front of me. Towered. "You think this is a game?"

My voice came out small. "Maybe."

He leaned in. Breath hot on my face. "You have no idea what you’re starting."

My heart raced faster. I could feel it in my ears. In my fingertips. I looked up at him. Into those dark eyes. No more ice. Just fire now. Burning.

I whispered. Barely. "Then show me."

His hand moved fast. Grabbed my wrist. Not hard. But firm. His thumb pressed my pulse. Felt how fast it went.

He pulled me one step closer.

My breath caught.

He looked down at me. Voice low. Dangerous. "You sure about this?"

I nodded. Once. Small.

But inside I screamed. Yes. No. Yes. I do not know.

He let go of my wrist. Stepped back half a step. Eyes raked over me again. Slow. Like he was memorizing.

Then he said it. Quiet. Almost soft. But full of warning.

"Last chance to run, Ye-jun."

I did not move.

I could not.

My feet stayed planted. My chest rose and fell fast. Lace shifted with every breath. Nipples tight. Thighs trembling under the silk.

He stared. Jaw tight. Hands clenched at his sides.

Then he stepped forward again.

Closer.

My back hit the wall.

He caged me in. One hand on the wall by my head. The other hovered near my waist. Not touching. Yet.

His voice dropped. Rough. "You wanted my attention. You got it." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

My eyes stung. Not tears. Not yet. Just feeling. Too much. All at once.

I looked up at him. Voice shaky. "Do not stop now."

He closed his eyes for one second. Like it hurt. Like he fought himself.

Then he opened them.

And the ice was gone.

Only heat left.

He leaned in. Lips close to my ear.

"Then do not cry when I break you."

My whole body shivered.

But I smiled. Small. Brave. Scared.

"Try me."