The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 45

Si woo

I stared. Couldn’t help it. My mouth went dry and my brain short-circuited for a second before the anger and the horniness slammed together. "What the actual fuck, Ye-jun?" I shoved the chair back and stood up, not even caring that my dick was obvious now, straining against my pants like it had its own agenda. "You walk in here dressed like a goddamn whore and ask about a charger? Dress properly at home, for fuck’s sake. This isn’t some runway for your little revenge game."

He laughed right in my face, short and sharp. "Oh, now you care how I dress? After you ignored me all day like I was trash? After you...after last night?"

"Last night was last night," I snapped, stepping closer, voice low and mean because I was pissed he looked this hot and even more pissed I wasn’t sorry. "And you’re still my stepbrother, so stop parading around like some cheap slut trying to get my attention. It’s pathetic."

That did it. His hand flew out and slapped me hard across the cheek, the sound cracking through the room. My face stung, but fuck if it didn’t make my dick leak even more, a wet spot forming on my pants. I grinned, all teeth. "That all you got, princess? Hit me again, see what happens."

"You’re such an asshole," he hissed, slapping me again, harder this time, then shoving my chest with both hands. "Calling me a whore? After you drugged me and fucked me and acted like I didn’t exist? I hate you!"

I laughed, sarcastic and ugly. "Hate me all you want, you little tease. Walking in here with your tits out and your ass on display yeah, real subtle. You’re just a desperate slut who can’t handle being ignored, huh? Go ahead, slap me again, makes my dick harder."

He did. Slap. Slap. His face was red, eyes blazing, and he pushed me again, harder, but I didn’t budge. "Shut up! Stop calling me that!" Another shove, but his voice cracked a little and I could see how hard he was too, dick straining against the lace, a little wet spot of his own showing.

"Slut. Tease. Cock-hungry stepbrother whore," I kept going, loving how it pissed him off, stepping right into his space until we were chest to chest. "That’s what you are, coming in here trying to break me when you’re the one who’s gonna break first."

He slapped me one more time, yelling, "I said shut up!" and tried to shove past me to leave, but I was done playing. I grabbed both his wrists, yanked them behind his back in one move, and spun him around so his ass pressed right against my throbbing cock. "Oh no you don’t," I growled right in his ear. "You don’t get to walk in looking like my dream fucking toy and then storm out. Not after keeping me starving all day."

He squirmed, cursing, "Let go, you bastard!" but I already had my pants open, dick springing out heavy and leaking, and I slapped it against his lace-covered ass once, twice, hard enough to make those cheeks jiggle. "Fuck, you’re so cheeky back here," I muttered, struggling to line up because he was clenching, fighting me even while pushing back a little. I tore the back of the lace with one rip, the fabric giving way easy, and dropped to my knees fast, spreading his cheeks wide. My tongue found his hole and I licked in deep, messy and hungry, sucking and swirling while he moaned loud, all broken and pissed off. "Si-woo fuck you asshole...ahh!" He was so slick already, tasting sweet and desperate, and I ate him like I’d been starving for weeks, which I guess I had, moaning into his ass because he sounded so good falling apart.

He kept fighting me. His body twisted hard. Pulled away every chance he got. "Stop. Get off me. I hate you." The words came out fast. Gasps. Angry little bursts. But his hips did not listen. They rolled back slow. Pressed right against my mouth. Against my tongue. He was full of shit. Lying to both of us. I could feel it clear as day. Every time he said stop his ass clenched tight. Empty. Hungry. Begging for more even while his mouth spat hate.

I stood up quickly . Kept his wrists locked behind his back in one hand. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Leaked already. I lined up. Pressed the head against his hole. Pushed in slowly . So fucking slow. Because he was tight. Tighter than anyone I ever had. His body fought me. Gripped like it wanted to push me out. But it also pulled. Sucked me in inch by inch. "Fuck, Ye-jun. So tight. Taking me so good even when you’re yelling all that shit at me."

He cursed loud. Voice cracked. "You’re such a dick." He shoved with his shoulders. Twisted his hips like he really wanted to run. "I’m leaving. Get out of me right now."

No fucking way. I grabbed his neck. Fingers firm around his throat. Not choking. Just holding him steady. Keeping him exactly where I wanted him. With my free hand I ripped the front of the lace wide open. The fabric gave way easy. Tore like paper. His chest spilled free. Nipples hard. Dark. Standing out perfect. I stared down at them. Could not stop. My eyes stung for a second. Not tears. Just pure raw need. His body was unfair. Too good. Too much. "Look at these," I said. Voice low. Rough. I squeezed one hard. Felt the nipple harden more under my palm. "So fucking delicious I could cry. Thank your mom for this. Absolute masterpiece."

I bent my head. Licked a slow wet line from his belly button down. Tongue flat. Tasted salt. Skin. Him. Got lower. Reached his balls. Pretty. Tight. Pulled up close to his body. I sucked one into my mouth. Rolled it gentle with my tongue. Then the other. My cock stayed buried deep inside him. Not moving yet. Just throbbing there. My hand kept stroking his dick. Fast now. Through the torn lace. Precum coated my fingers. Slippery. Hot. He moaned louder. Head fell back against my shoulder. "Si-woo. Shit. Don’t. Ah fuck."

But he pushed back again. Met the small thrusts I gave. I pulled out halfway. Slammed back in hard. Then I dropped to my knees for a second. Just to taste more. Tongue back in his hole. Fucking him with it. Deep. Messy. While my hand jerked him off rough. Spit dripped everywhere. Loud wet sounds filled the room. He whined. High. Broken. "You like that huh? My little dream toy. Dressed up all pretty for me. Slutty stepbrother acting like he hates it but squeezing my dick like he wants it forever."

"Shut up. Oh god." He slapped my arm. Weak hits. No strength left. Voice cracked more. "I’m not your toy. Fuck you."

"Yeah?" I laughed against his skin. Wet. Mean. "Then why you leaking all over my hand like a broken faucet?" I popped off his cock. Bit down on his nipple hard. Sucked until it turned red. Marked. While I slammed into him deeper. Harder. Skin slapped skin. Loud. Echoed off the walls.

We kept going. I flipped him around rough. Bent him over the drafting table. His elbows hit the paper. Sketches crumpled under him. Ink smeared across his arms. Pages scattered to the floor. I did not give a shit. I fucked him face to face now. Watched his tits bounce with every hard thrust. Grabbed his ass cheeks. Slapped them hard. Left bright red handprints. "I hate you so much," he yelled. Voice shook. Pushed at my chest. Nails dug into my skin. Scratched deep.

I slapped his thigh sharp. Sting loud. "My favorite little whore." He moaned loud despite himself. Slapped me back across the face. Palm cracked my cheek hard. The burn shot straight to my cock. Made me fuck him deeper. Harder. "Yeah. Hit me again. Makes it better."

He did. Hit me again. Eyes wet now. Angry tears. Horny fire. I laughed mean. "That’s it. Fight me while you take it."

I pulled out sudden. Dropped to my knees again. Ate him out rough. Tongue deep. Fingers spreading him wide. Then I stood. Sat in the chair fast. Pulled him onto my lap. "Ride me." He hesitated. Tried to stand up. Legs shaky. "This is the last time. You hear me?"

I grabbed his hips. Yanked him down hard. Bottomed out in one brutal push. "Like hell it is." He gasped sharp. Hands grabbed my shoulders. Tits right in my face. I sucked one nipple deep. Bit the other. Hard. "Bounce harder, princess. Show me how bad you want it."

He moved. Slow first. Angry. Then faster. Hips rolling. Ass slapping my thighs loud. Moaning nonstop. "You’re a controlling asshole."

"And you’re a cock-teasing slut." I thrust up hard to meet him. "Keep going. Don’t you dare stop."

We argued the whole time. Words tangled with moans. Him calling me every name he could think of. Me throwing worse ones back. Both of us laughing between gasps. Mean laughs.. Because the whole thing was ridiculous. Stupid. Hot. Messy. We hated each other. And we wanted each other more because of it.

I flipped him again. Put him on his back on the table. Legs over my shoulders. Folded him in half. Pounded deep. Relentless. Hand wrapped around his dick. Stroking fast. Rough. His balls pulled tight. Pretty. Full. Ready to burst. His eyes started rolling back. Fluttered. Body shook hard. Mouth fell open. No sound at first. Just a silent scream building in his throat.

I leaned down close. Still thrusting. Deep. Steady. Lips right against his ear. Voice rough. Satisfied. "That’s what happens when you keep a man starving."

He came first. Hard. Body locked tight. Cum shot across his stomach. Hot. Thick ropes. Splattered over the torn lace. His hole clenched around me so hard I saw white. I kept going. Chased my own release. Thrusts turned sloppy. Fast. Desperate. "Fuck. Ye-jun. Fuck."

He whimpered. Overstimulated. Hands pushed weak at my chest. "Too much. Si-woo. Too much."

I did not stop. Could not stop. Grabbed his throat again. Gentle pressure this time. Just enough to feel his pulse hammer under my fingers. "Take it. All of it." I slammed in one last time. Came deep inside him. Groaned loud. Filled him up. Felt it start leaking out around my cock as I finally stilled.