The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 47

Si woo

"Fuck! That stings, you sadist!"

"Good." Another smack. Rubbed the spot rough after. Felt the heat under my palm. "You deserve it. Teasing me. Ignoring me. Dressing like that. Don’t keep a man starving and expect mercy."

He moaned despite himself. Pushed back a little. "I hate you I hate this my ass is on fire...."

I laughed, thrust deeper. "Liar. You’re clenching every time I hit you. Begging with your body." I reached around, wrapped my hand around his dick. Stroked him rough and fast. He whined into the pillow, hips jerking.

"Si-woo...don’t... it’s too much..."

"Too much?" I pinched his nipple hard with my free hand. Twisted. He arched up, yelled my name mixed with curses. "You love too much. Look at you. Leaking all over my hand again."

He slapped at my arm. Weak hits now. No real power left. "Shut up oh god don’t call me that..."

"Slut," I whispered in his ear. Spanked him again. "My little slutty stepbrother. Dressed up pretty just for me."

I leaned down, bit his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp, and whispered right there, hot breath on his skin, "You acting all tough, cussing me out, but your body’s begging for more. Look at you, leaking like a faucet again." He twisted under me, trying to buck me off, screaming, "Shut up! You’re delusional, I hate this, hate you!" and he managed to free one hand, slapping me across the face so hard my cheek burned, but fuck, that sting went straight to my cock, making it leak pre-cum all over his stomach. I laughed, grabbing his wrist again, slamming it back down. "Hit me again, princess. Turns me on more. You know that by now, right? Every time you fight, it just makes me want to fuck you harder."

He did hit me again, or tried to, with his other hand, but I caught it mid-swing, pinning both now, and I shoved my knee between his legs, grinding against his hole that’s still slick from before. "Si-woo, no, wait, it hurts, seriously, I can’t take " he started, voice pitching up, but I didn’t wait, just lined up and pushed in slow at first, feeling him clench around me like a vice, all tight and hot and perfect. He gasped, head throwing back, "Fuck! You asshole, slow down!" but his hips jerked up a little, betraying him, and I grinned down at him, starting to thrust deeper, harder, the bed creaking under us.

"Oh, now you want slow? After keeping me hungry all day? Nah, you get what you asked for." I picked up the pace, slamming in with every word, watching his tits bounce, his face scrunch up in that mix of pain and pleasure that drove me wild. He cussed me out non-stop, "You bastard, Si-woo, you’re gonna break me, stop, it hurts so much, fuck you!" and every curse just egged me on, made me spank his thigh sharp, the slap echoing, leaving a red mark that I rubbed roughly after. "Keep talking like that, Ye-jun. Makes me wanna play with you more. Look at this ass, taking me so good even when you’re whining."

At one point, I went too hard, really slamming in, and his eyes fluttered, body going limp for a second, head lolling back like he was about to pass out. I stopped mid-thrust, heart pounding, and tapped his cheek lightly, "Hey, Ye-jun, you good? Don’t you dare black out on me." He blinked slow, coming back, muttering, "What the fuck, Si-woo, you almost killed me, you asshole!" and he slapped my hand away, but weakly, his voice hoarse. I grinned, relieved but not showing it, and started moving again, slower at first, then building back up. "Good, stay with me. Can’t have you tapping out yet." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He cussed more, "My ass, I can’t feel it anymore, it hurts so bad, stop spanking me, you prick!" but that just made me spank him again, rubbing the spot after, feeling the heat under my palm. "Can’t feel it? Liar, I can feel you clenching every time I hit you." I played with him more, pinching his nipples hard, twisting, making him arch up and yell, "Ow! Si-woo, that’s not fair, fuck!" and I laughed, thrusting deeper, "Fair? You started this war, remember? Dressing like that, ignoring me, no, you don’t get fair."

The room was filled with his curses and moans, me egging him on, "Come on, say more, I love it when you fight," and he’d snap back, "You’re insane, I hate you so much!" but then moan loud when I stroked him faster. It was chaotic, him trying to shove me off, me holding him down, spanking, playing, fucking until sweat dripped everywhere, sheets tangled. He interrupted himself mid-curse once, "Si-woo, you...ah, god, right there!" and I teased, "What was that? Hate me or want more?" He slapped my arm, "Both, you dick!"

I kept going, relentless, watching him fall apart, his body shaking, eyes tearing up from the overload. "It hurts, Si-woo, please, I can’t take more spanking," he whined, but I spanked lightly now, playful, "One more for good luck," and he laughed through the pain, bitter, "You’re gonna pay for this, asshole." We bantered like that, back and forth, him cussing, me laughing, sarcasm dripping, "Pay? With what, more teasing? Bring it."

Finally, he came hard, body locking up, cum shooting across his chest, and he screamed my name mixed with curses, "Si-woo, fuck you, ah!" I didn’t stop, chasing my own, thrusting through his clenches, spanking one last time as I groaned, "Take it, all of it." I filled him up again, collapsing on top for a second, breathing heavy.

But he went limp under me, eyes shut, not moving, and I pulled back, tapping his cheek again, "Ye-jun? Hey, you there?" No response at first, and my stomach twisted shit, did I go too far? But I was still hungry, dick twitching inside him, and I needed more, just a bit, so I thrust slow, watching, and he stirred a little, muttering something incoherent. I didn’t know if he was fully conscious or not, but fuck, I needed to satisfy myself, so I kept going gentle now, stroking his hair oddly tender, whispering, "Just a little more, princess," until I came again, quiet this time.

He collapsed fully then, sprawled on the bed, breathing shallow, and I pulled out, staring down, not sure if he was out cold or just exhausted. Part of me wanted to shake him awake, make sure, but the other part was satisfied, finally full after starving all day. I rolled off, grabbing a blanket to throw over him, muttering to myself, "What a mess," with a grin, because yeah, he asked for it.