The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 81

Ye Jun

Si Woo didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath after I swallowed the last of him. The water was still hammering down on my shoulders, my knees were killing me from the tile, and my mouth tasted like him and soap and regret all mixed together. I tried to stand up on my own, but he just hooked one arm under mine and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing.

"Stay still," he said, voice all low and smug, reaching for the soap bottle on the little shelf behind me. "You’re a mess. Let me fix it."

"Fix it? Fix what? I’m not a fucking car," I snapped, trying to shove his chest again, but my arms felt like wet noodles after everything. "Get your hands off me, you tattooed lunatic. I already told you I’m done."

He laughed right in my face, that stupid short bark he does when he knows I’m full of shit. "Yeah, yeah, you’re done. Mouth says done, dick says hi again. Just shut up for two seconds." He squeezed a big glob of soap into his palm, rubbed his hands together till it foamed, then slapped both palms right onto my chest. Right over my nipples. He started circling slow, thumbs dragging over the little buds like he was polishing them.

I jerked. "What the.... stop that! Those are not toys, asshole!"

"Feels good though, doesn’t it?" He pinched one lightly, rolled it between his fingers while the other hand kept soaping the whole pec. "Look at these tits. Perfect handfuls. Gets hard so fast when I touch them. You’re such a liar, Ye Jun."

My face burned. I tried to twist away but the shower wall was right there and his body blocked everything else. "They’re nipples, not tits, you pervert. And they’re only hard because the water’s cold, genius. Not because of your creepy soap massage."

"Cold water, sure." He smirked, kept circling, pinching again harder this time so I actually gasped. "That little sound you just made? Cold water didn’t do that. Admit it or I’ll keep going till you do."

"I’m not admitting shit," I growled, but my voice cracked halfway through because yeah, it felt way too good and I hated that I was already half-hard again. "You’re the one who just came twice down my throat like a fire hose. Go wash your own dick and leave mine alone."

He ignored me completely, slid one soapy hand down my stomach, slow, like he was counting every ridge. The other stayed on my chest, tweaking and rubbing till my nipples were aching. Then both hands went lower, around to my ass. He grabbed two big handfuls and squeezed, lifting me up on my toes a little.

"Fuck, these cheeks," he groaned, almost reverent, which made it ten times worse. "So round. So fucking grab-able. I could bite them all day. You Criminal."

I slapped his shoulder hard. "Stop narrating my ass like it’s a Michelin-star meal! It’s just an ass! Everyone has one! Yours is probably flat as a board under that obsession complex."

He laughed again, actually laughed while he spread the soap all over, fingers digging into the muscle. "Flat? Mine’s fine. But yours? God. Perfect. Watch this." One soapy finger slid right between my cheeks, circling my hole slow and slippery. He pressed in just the tip, twisting, while his other hand kept kneading the cheek like dough.

I froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out except a stupid wheeze. "Si Woo.... don’t you fucking dare... "

"Dare what? Clean you?" He pushed the finger deeper, knuckle-deep now, still soapy and slick, pumping slow. "You swallowed everything. Gotta make sure you’re nice and clean everywhere. Feel that? That’s just soap. Relax. Your ass is sucking me in like it missed me."

"It did not miss you!" I yelled, but my hips twitched forward on their own and my dick jumped against his thigh. "Get your finger out of there, you soap-fingering freak! I swear to god I’ll bite your tattoo off next time... "

"Next time?" He grinned, adding a second finger, scissoring slowly while he kept talking right against my ear. "See? You’re already planning next time. Your cheeks are clenching around me so tight. So good. So fucking warm. I could do this all night just to hear you pretend you hate it."

"I do hate it!" My voice went up an octave because he curled his fingers and hit that spot and my knees almost buckled. "I hate you and your fingers and your stupid voice and... stop laughing! It’s not funny!"

He was cracking up, forehead against mine, fingers still moving lazy and deep. "It’s hilarious. Big bad Ye Jun, mouth full of attitude, ass full of my fingers, dick leaking like a faucet. You’re so mad and so turned on. It’s cute."

"Cute? I’ll show you cute when I kick you in the balls," I snarled, but I was panting now and my hands had somehow ended up gripping his shoulders instead of pushing him away. He kept soaping me everywhere... down my thighs, back up, fingers never stopping their slow pump, thumb occasionally brushing my hole too.

He washed my dick last, stroking it with the soap like it was delicate, which it definitely wasn’t.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice dropping softer. "All soapy and shiny and mine. I could worship this body every single day. These hips. This waist. This perfect ass that’s gripping me like it never wants me to leave."

"Stop talking like a romance novel reject," I muttered, but my head had fallen forward onto his chest because my legs were shaking too much.

"You’re not worshiping shit. You’re just being a creep with extra steps."

He finally pulled his fingers out, rinsed me off quick with the shower head, then shut the water off. The sudden quiet made everything louder... our breathing, the drip of water, my stupid heart hammering.

Before I could even think about bolting, he grabbed a towel from the hook, wrapped it around me gentle but his hands were firm on my hips. "Come on. Bed. You’re gonna freeze."

"I can walk," I said, but he just scooped me up bridal-style like I was a damn princess. "Put me down, you oversized dick! I’m not some doll!"

"Too late." He carried me straight out of the bathroom, down the short hall, towel rubbing me dry the whole way... soft little circles on my back, my chest, my ass again like he couldn’t stop touching. He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, dropped me on the bed on my stomach first, then flipped me over and kept drying me everywhere, even between my legs, careful but not shy.

"Si Woo, I swear if you don’t stop treating me like a wet puppy... "

"Shh." He tossed the towel aside, climbed on the bed behind me, pulled me back against his chest so we were spooning tight. His cock was half-hard again already, pressed right against my ass crack, hot and heavy. One arm snaked around me, hand splaying wide over my stomach, fingers spread possessive like he owned the whole damn area.

I tried to wiggle away. "Personal space, asshole. Your dick is literally knocking on my back door. Move it."

"Not moving."

He kissed the back of my neck, soft, then whispered right against my ear, "You swallowed like you were starving for it. That’s mine now. Every part of you remembers."

My stomach flipped. "I only did it to shut you up," I lied, voice all shaky and stupid. "You were moaning like a porn star. Someone had to finish the job."

He chuckled low, hand sliding down from my stomach to wrap around my dick... slow, loose grip, no real pressure yet. "Sure. Shut me up. That’s why you bit my tattoo and swallowed it twice. Keep telling yourself that."

His thumb brushed the head, circling lazy, while his hips rocked just enough to slide his cock between my cheeks without going in. Teasing. Always teasing. I bit my lip hard.

"Si Woo....don’t. I’m serious. I’m not doing this again."

"Yeah you are." He stroked once, slow from base to tip, then stopped. "Say it. Say you hate how much you loved tasting your name on me."

I shook my head, jaw locked. "No." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He stroked again, tighter this time, thumb pressing right under the head where I was most sensitive, then stopped completely. "Say it or I stop forever."

"You stop and I’ll die happy," I snapped, but my hips pushed into his hand anyway. Traitor body.

He laughed softly, started the slow stroke again, edging me right to the edge then backing off. "Come on, Ye Jun. Be honest for once. You loved it. Your tongue traced every letter like you were claiming me back. Admit it."

"I hated it!" I yelled, but my voice cracked and my dick was throbbing in his fist. "I hated every second fuck stop doing that thing with your thumb.... "

"This thing?" He did it again, slow circle, then squeezed the base hard enough to make me groan. "You’re leaking all over my hand. Your body’s a snitch."

I was panting now, trying to buck away but his arm around my waist pinned me tight. "You’re evil. This is evil edging. I hope your tattoo gets infected and falls off."

"Keep talking dirty." He sped up just a little, still not enough, then slowed again. "Say you loved sucking your own name. Say it and I’ll let you come."

I was shaking. My eyes were stinging and I didn’t even know why. "I only did it... because you forced me," I tried, but it came out weak.

"Bullshit." He nipped my shoulder, hand moving torturously slow. "You bit me. You hummed around me. You swallowed like it was your favorite flavor. Say it."

The words were right there, stuck in my throat. I hated him so much. I hated how good it felt. I hated that I was crying a little now, silent tears slipping down because everything was too much and too confusing and too funny in the worst way.

"Fine," I choked out, voice cracking like a teenager. "I... I loved tasting my name on you, okay? Happy? You win, you psycho. Now finish it."

He didn’t finish it. He stopped completely, just held me there, cock twitching against my ass, hand frozen around mine. "Good boy. But you’re not cuming yet."

"What? You said... "

"I said say it. Didn’t say I’d let you come." He kissed my neck again, soft and mocking. "Tomorrow I’m showing you exactly where else your name belongs."

My brain short-circuited. "Where else? What the fuck does that mean? Another tattoo? A piercing? A collar? Si Woo, I swear if you even think about.... "

He just tightened his grip around my waist, pulled me closer, and whispered, "Wait and watch."

I lay there shaking, dick aching, water on my face, furious and turned on and laughing in the most broken way because what the actual hell was my life now. He didn’t move. Just held me like I was his favorite thing in the world while I cursed him under my breath and tried not to cry harder.

And the worst part? I didn’t even try to get up.