The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 46

Si woo

I pulled out slowly, real slow, just so I could watch it all happen. My cum started dripping out of him right away, thick and white, sliding down his thighs like I’d marked him for good. Like a fucking trophy I earned. Ye-jun just slumped there on the drafting table, chest going up and down fast, eyes half-closed, the ripped lace hanging off him in sad little pieces. He looked completely wrecked hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, lips swollen, body shaking a little like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to cry or punch me. And yeah, I grinned like an idiot because that mess? That was all me. I did that to him.

He tried to move. Pushed up on his elbows, arms wobbling like they might give out any second. I heard him mutter something under his breath,, probably "asshole" or "fucking prick," one of his usual favorites. I laughed, quick and mean, and grabbed his arm before he could flop back down. "Come on, princess. We’re not done here. You really think you can tease me all damn day, walk around with your tits out and your ass barely covered, then just tap out like nothing happened? Nah. Not happening."

He shoved at my chest. Weak. Barely moved me an inch. His face was bright red, eyes narrowed into slits, and he spat, "Fuck you, Si-woo. Get off me. I’m done with your shit." But his voice cracked at the end, went all high and shaky, and I could see his thighs trembling hard. And...fuck me...he was still hard. After cuming like that, shooting all over himself, he was still leaking a little, dick twitching against his stomach. I yanked him up by the waist, slammed our bodies together so he could feel exactly how much I wasn’t done either. My cock pressed right against him, already getting hard again because damn, he felt good. Warm. Sticky. Perfect.

"Oh yeah?" I said, right in his ear. "You’re done? After you came strutting in here dressed like my personal wet dream? Shaking your ass, tits bouncing, practically begging for it? You don’t get to use a man’s fetish against him like that, Ye-jun. You don’t keep a man starving all fucking day and then act surprised when he snaps. That’s just asking for round two."

He laughed. Not a real laugh. More like a bitter, angry bark that didn’t reach his eyes. Then he slapped my shoulder hard. Nails dug in deep enough to sting. "Asking for it? You’re the one who drugged me first, you fucking psycho! I hate you. I hate you so much, you know that? Get your goddamn hands off..."

I didn’t let him finish. I spun him around fast, shoved him toward the door. The drafting table could stay fucked. I wanted him in my bed this time. Somewhere I could pin him properly, take my sweet time breaking every last bit of fight out of him. He stumbled down the hallway, legs still shaky, cursing the whole way. "Si-woo, stop, you bastard! I’m serious...my ass already hurts, I can’t walk straight, let alone..." I just pushed him harder through my bedroom door and kicked it shut. The bang was loud. Probably woke the neighbors. Didn’t care.

I threw him onto the bed face-first. He bounced once, twice, then scrambled to flip over like he actually thought he could get away. I was on him before he even got halfway. One hand pinned both his wrists above his head, the other ripping what was left of that stupid lace outfit clean off. Pieces of it fluttered to the floor like trash. "Hurt?" I said, grinning down at him. "Good. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before parading around like a slut in heat."

He kicked at me. Heel caught my thigh hard enough to make me grunt. "You’re such a dick, Si-woo! Let go..I mean it this isn’t funny anymore!" But I saw it. The second I called him slut, his dick jumped. twitched right against my leg. His cheeks went even darker red. And that? That made me throb harder. I forced his legs apart with my knee, settled between them so he couldn’t close up on me.

"Not funny?" I leaned down, bit the side of his neck just to hear him gasp. "It’s hilarious. You acting all tough, cussing me out, slapping me like you mean it but look at you. Still hard. Still leaking. Your body’s screaming for more even if your mouth won’t shut up."

"Shut up!" he snapped, twisting under me, trying to buck me off. "You’re delusional. I hate this. I hate you!" He managed to free one hand for a second, slapped me across the jaw. The sting shot straight down to my cock. Made it leak against his thigh. I caught his wrist again, slammed it back down, pinned both hands tight.

"Hit me again," I told him, voice low. "Go ahead. Turns me on more. You already know that."

He did try. Swung with the little strength he had left. I blocked it easy, laughed right in his face. "See? You’re making it worse for yourself, princess." I lined up again, pressed the head against his hole...still slick, still open from before, but tighter now because he was clenching on purpose. Fighting me even while his hips lifted just a tiny bit like they couldn’t help it.

"Si-woo...no....wait...it hurts already..." His voice went higher, almost panicked.

I pushed in slowly anyway. Inch by inch. Feeling him stretch around me, hot and tight and perfect. He gasped loud, head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck! Slow down, you asshole!"

"Slow down?" I laughed again, starting to move. Short thrusts at first, then deeper. Harder. The bed creaked under us. "After you kept me waiting all day? After you walked around like that on purpose? Nah. You get what you asked for."

He cussed nonstop. "You prick bastard fucking monster..." Every word just egged me on. I spanked his thigh once...sharp, loud. He yelped. "Ow! Si-woo, stop that shit!"

"Keep talking," I said, spanking the other side. "Love it when you fight. Makes me wanna go harder." I grabbed his hips, yanked him back onto me with every thrust. Skin slapped skin. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. He tried to twist away, but I held him down, flipped him onto his stomach so his ass was up higher. Easier to reach. I spanked him again harder this time. Left a bright red handprint.