The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 82

Ye jun

I woke up with Si Woo’s arm locked around my waist like some kind of possessive seatbelt, his chest glued to my back, and my whole body still screaming from yesterday’s bullshit. Every muscle ached in the best-worst way possible, my ass still felt the ghost of his soapy fingers pushing in deep, my throat was raw from swallowing him twice like an idiot, and worst of all my dick was already hard and throbbing like it had a personal grudge against me for not letting it finish last night. I stared at the wall with pure murder in my eyes. I let this lunatic spoon me all night like I’m his personal body pillow. Kill me now. Just roll me out the window and end it. Throw me into traffic. Anything.

He stirred behind me, slow and lazy, that big warm hand sliding straight down my stomach without even asking permission, fingers wrapping around my morning wood like it belonged to him. No hello, no good morning, just straight to claiming. "Still mad?" he murmured, voice all gravelly and smug right against my ear, thumb already brushing the head like he was saying good morning to it personally. "Fckkkk. Means you’re thinking about me."

I shoved at his arm, or at least I tried to, but my stupid hips pushed back into him instead and my dick jumped in his grip like a traitor dog happy to see its owner. "Thinking about murdering you, maybe," I snapped, voice cracking because yeah, I was still half-leaking from the edging and my body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo that we hated him. "Get your hand off my dick, you clingy octopus. It’s not a stress ball. It’s attached to me, not you."

He laughed, low and right into my neck, tightening his arm so I couldn’t even wiggle away an inch. "Your dick is a heat-seeking missile, Ye Jun. Pointing straight at me every single morning. Cute." His hips rolled once, slowly and deliberate, pressing his own half-hard cock right between my cheeks just to remind me it was there, thick and hot and already waking up. "No cuming until I say. Your name’s going somewhere permanent today, so you’re staying nice and desperate for me. Dripping. Begging. All mine."

My brain short-circuited. Permanent. The word hit like a slap. Tattoo? name inked somewhere nobody else could see? Or worse, somewhere they could? A brand? An actual fucking collar with a little tag that says Property of Si Woo in fancy script? My stomach flipped hard, half terror, half something hotter and dumber that I refused to name out loud. "What the hell does that even mean?" I hissed, trying to twist around but he just pinned me tighter, one hand still lazily stroking me base to tip, not enough pressure, never enough, just enough to make my thighs shake. "Si Woo, I swear on every god if you tattoo your name on my ass I will cut it off myself and mail it back to you in a box."

"Shh." He pinched my nipple with his free hand, rolling it slowly and mean while his thumb circled the head of my dick again, stopping right when my breath hitched and a pathetic little sound slipped out. "Stop asking questions or I’ll edge you right here until you cry again. You liked crying for me last night, didn’t you? All teary and mad and still humping my hand like you needed it more than air."

"I did not..." I started, but he squeezed the base hard and my voice died in a pathetic groan that echoed in my own ears. My legs were shaking already and we’d only been awake two minutes. Perfect. Just perfect. I hated how easy it was for him to turn me into this shaking mess.

Downstairs I heard Mom’s voice calling up the stairs, bright and way too cheerful for this early hour. "Boys! Breakfast is ready! Come eat before it gets cold!"

Si Woo froze for half a second, then grinned against my shoulder like the devil himself just got the best idea. "We’re busy!" he yelled back, voice all innocent like he wasn’t currently jerking me off under the blanket with slow, evil strokes. "Ye Jun’s still half-dead from yesterday, we’ll eat up here!"

I elbowed him in the ribs as hard as I could, felt the solid thump of muscle, and he didn’t even flinch. "What the fuck are you saying?" I whispered furiously. "They’re gonna think we’re up here doing god knows what, which we are, you absolute moron!"

"Planning for the company," he added louder, still stroking me slowly and evil, thumb dragging right under the head every time I tried to breathe steady. "Or recovering. Whatever works. Just bring us a tray, Mom, thanks! We’re starving!"

Dad grumbled something about lazy teenagers from downstairs, voice muffled through the floor, but Mom just laughed that soft mom laugh and said she’d leave it by the door in ten minutes, no problem. I wanted to die. Actually die. Crawl under the bed and never come out. "You absolute psychopath," I whispered, because now we were trapped in the room together with parents right downstairs and his hand still owning my dick like it was his favorite toy. "If they walk in here and see you with your hand down my pants I’m jumping out the window head first."

"They won’t." He bit my shoulder lightly, teeth grazing just enough to make me jolt, then rolled me onto my back so he could look down at me, eyes dark and way too pleased with himself. "Means we get to eat in bed like good boys. You on my lap. My hand between your legs the whole time. Beg nicely or starve. Simple rules."

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could shove his lap idea, but he just kissed me quick and dirty, tongue sliding in like he owned that too, and I ended up biting his lip instead of yelling because my brain was too busy shorting out. "You’re going to get us both disowned," I muttered when he pulled back, panting like an idiot, lips swollen and wet.

"Worth it." He finally let go of my dick....thank god, for like three seconds but only to grab my hips and haul me up so I was straddling his thigh, morning wood pressed against his stomach while he grinned up at me like he won the lottery. "Stay right there until the tray comes. Think of it as training."