The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 52

Ye jun

He finally looked up.

Straight at me.

And I knew it was over for me.

Si-woo did not say anything right away. He just kept holding my phone like it belonged to him now. His thumb stayed right there on the edge of the screen. The light from the city outside came through the window and hit the side of his face. It made him look cold. It made him look dangerous. Like he could break me without even trying hard. I was still bent over halfway. My ass hurt so bad it felt like someone poured fire on it. Every little move sent sharp pain up my legs. My legs shook like jelly. They would not stop. My stomach gave another warning twist. It hurt low and mean. It wanted to remind me the pork was not finished with me yet. I could feel it building again. My mouth tasted like blood and fear. Like I had bitten my tongue too hard and now everything tasted metal.

He put the phone down on the couch. He did it slowly . So slow I had to watch every second. Like he wanted me to feel how much time he had. Like he had forever and I had zero time left. Then he stood up. No hurry at all. No loud angry steps. He just rose. He got taller. He walked the three steps to me without even blinking once. His eyes stayed on me the whole time. I tried to stand straight. I really tried. But my back refused. It hurt too much. Every muscle screamed no. So I stayed bent. I breathed hard through my teeth. Air hissed out. I stared at his collarbone. Just the collarbone. Looking up at his eyes felt too scary. Like if I did I would die right there. Like his stare would burn a hole through me.

His hand moved. Two fingers went under my chin. Not hard. Not rough. Just strong enough to lift my head. I had no choice. My neck moved whether I wanted it or not. My eyes met his. Locked. His pupils were big and black in the dark room. They ate up the brown part until there was nothing left but dark. Just dark and me stuck inside it. I could not look away even if I tried.

"Disgusting-hot," he said. His voice was low. Almost like he found it funny in a sick way. "That’s what you called me."

My whole face got hot in one second. Heat rushed up my neck. My ears burned. I felt like my skin would peel off. "I did not...."

"Shut up." He did not yell. He just said it flat. Cold. Like a door slamming. "You also said I was committed. In a fucked-up way." He came closer. Half an inch. His breath touched my cheek. Warm. It made my skin prickle. "You did not even tell her to stop. You just let it sit there."

I opened my mouth. No words came out. My tongue felt stuck. Like someone glued it down. I could not even swallow right.

"Repeat it," he said.

"What?"

"Repeat what you told Titi. Out loud. Right now."

My stomach turned over. Not from the food this time. From pure panic. It felt like ice water poured down my spine. "No."

His fingers pressed a little harder under my chin. Not hurting yet. But promising it would if I kept fighting. The pressure was enough to make my jaw ache. "Yes."

I swallowed. My throat made a click sound. Loud in the quiet. "You’re disgusting-hot."

"Louder."

"You’re disgusting-hot!" It came out high and mad. Squeaky. Furious. I hated how weak it sounded. How small. Like a kid throwing a tantrum.

He made a small hum. Low in his throat. Like I did something good. Like I passed a test. "And?"

"And you’re committed in a fucked-up way." My voice broke on the last word. Cracked right in half. It felt awful. And perfect at the same time. Like he wanted that crack. Like he fed on it.

"Good boy." Those two words hit me hard. Like a slap that also felt nice. Warm and stinging at once. I wanted to bite his fingers. Snap my teeth down hard. I also wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Disappear forever.

He let go of my chin. Suddenly. I almost fell on my face. My head jerked forward. His hand went to my throat next. Not tight. Just there. His palm was warm against my skin. His fingers curled soft around the sides. Loose but sure. I felt my heartbeat banging against his hand. Fast. Scared. Trying to run away. Like my pulse wanted out of my body.

"You don’t get to talk about me like that to anyone else," he said. "Not without consequences."

I tried to pull back. I jerked my head. His hand stayed put. Did not move even a little. "You can’t just..."

"I can." He stepped even closer. Our chests touched. I felt his heartbeat too. Steady. Calm. Unlike mine. I smelled his clean shirt smell. Fresh laundry. Mixed with that cologne he always wore. The one that made my head stupid. Made me dizzy. "And you’re going to learn that tonight."

My brain finally woke up. Slow. Clumsy. "Give me my phone."

"No."

"Si-woo. Give it back."

He smiled. Small. Sharp. Like a knife edge. "You’ll get it back when I decide you’ve earned privacy again."

That broke something inside me.

I was tired. Done. Sick of the pain shooting through my ass with every breath. Sick of feeling tiny. Like I was two inches tall. Sick of him winning every single time. Every argument. Every touch. Every look. "You can’t do that," I said. I spat the words. They flew out sharp. "You can’t take my stuff and decide when I talk to people. That’s not how this works." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He lifted one eyebrow. Slow. Like he had all the time. "Isn’t it?"

"No! And you..." I pushed his chest with both hands. Hard. My palms slammed into him. "You can’t talk to your friends about me either! You think I don’t know? You tell them everything. How you broke the little slut. How he cried. How he begged. You have a big reputation, Si-woo. Everyone knows you’re the tough dom. The one who wrecks people and walks away fine. But me? I’m nothing. Just your latest toy to brag about. So fuck you."

His face changed. Not mad. Colder. Darker. Like ice getting thicker. Like winter coming fast. "You think I’m the one with no right?"

"I know you are!"

He laughed once. Short. Mean. No warmth. No joke. Just mean. "You’re nothing, Ye-jun. That’s why you keep coming back. That’s why you let me cuff you. Spank you. Feed you. Fuck you up. And then you still text your friend every little detail like it’s your secret diary. You need it. You need me to ruin you. And you hate that I know it."