The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 110

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I scooped Ye Jun up off the floor like he weighed nothing, which he pretty much did when he was out cold like this, and my arms felt way too steady for soone who’d just knocked his own stepbrother unconscious a minute ago. My heart was still jackhamring from the slap that landed harder than I ant, or maybe I did an it, who knows anymore with how pissed I kept getting every ti he opened his mouth about Ohm or the raid or whatever bullshit he thought gave him the right to talk back. "You little shit," I muttered under my breath as I kicked this door shut behind us with my heel and carried him straight down the hall to my room because yeah, it had been way too fucking long since I reminded him about exactly who ran things around here.

He’d been getting way too comfortable lately, laughing with that polished prick Ohm like I was so side character in their cute little vacation romance, acting like my apologies against the tree ant nothing and my dick hadn’t been the only one stretching him open before all this trip crap started. I missed the way he used to squirm and snap at when I got kinky, the fights that ended with him moaning my na even while he called every na in the book. Tonight that ended. No more Mr. Nice Psycho. I was bringing the chains out.

I laid him down on my bed, the sheets still ssy from last night when I’d jerked off thinking about choking the life out of Ohm’s stupid grin, and I didn’t waste ti. My hands moved fast, yanking his shirt over his head even though he was limp and his head lolled to the side with that little bruise already forming on his cheek where my palm had connected. "Look at you," I said out loud even though he couldn’t hear yet, my voice coming out rough and sarcastic like I was roasting him at a family dinner instead of stripping him naked in the dark. "All tough in the car calling disgusting, but now you’re just a rag doll waiting for to play. Pathetic, Ye Jun. Real pathetic."

His pants ca off next, then his underwear, and I tossed them across the room so they’d be out of reach when he woke up swinging. Naked looked good on him, always had, even with the way his ribs moved slowly and steady like he was just sleeping off a long day instead of recovering from losing my shit again. I grabbed the cuffs from under my bed, the ones with the chains long enough to spread his arms but not let him sit up easy, and I locked one around his left wrist, clicking it tight to the headboard. The sound made my dick twitch hard in my jeans. "There we go. Can’t run to your boyfriend now, can you?" I laughed a little under my breath, short and an, because the irony hit funny. After all the bullets and the blood and him choosing Ohm in the middle of it, here he was chained in my bed like the universe was finally doing a solid.

The right wrist went next, and I made sure both arms were stretched out to the sides so he couldn’t do more than tug and curse when he ca to. His skin felt warm under my fingers, still carrying that leftover fear scent from the trail mixed with the anger from the car ride, and it went straight to my head. I stepped back for a second just to look at him like that, spread out and helpless, and yeah, I got hard enough that it hurt. "Been too nice lately, huh? Letting you mouth off and flirt with that asshole like I wouldn’t notice. My bad. Lesson ti, baby bro."

I pulled the nipple clamps from the drawer, the adjustable ones with the little teeth that bit just right without being total monsters right away. I’d missed using these on my last hookups, missed the way his back arched and his smart mouth turned into gasps and swears. "You think you’re so tough picking him over ? Watch how fast that changes when these wake you up properly ." I leaned over him and pinched one nipple between my fingers first, rolling it until it peaked, then I snapped the clamp on. Not too tight yet. Just enough to sting when he moved.

Ye Jun twitched at that, a low groan slipping out even though his eyes stayed shut, and I grinned because fuck yes, his body still knew who owned it. "That’s it. Feel that?" I did the other side next, clamping it on with a quick click that made his chest jerk a little. The chain between them dangled cool against his skin, and I gave it a light tug just to test. His hips shifted on the bed like he was trying to fight even unconscious, legs kicking weakly for a second before they stilled again. My laugh ca out louder this ti, tough as hell. "Oh co on, don’t play dead now. You were all fire in the car telling how sick I am. Wake up and say it to my face while these are on, I dare you."

I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles twitched under my palm even while his head probably throbbed like a drum. "You know what pisses off the most? You let go of my hand. Bullets flying, I grab you to get you safe, and you rip away like I’m the enemy and run straight to the guy who was grinding on you the night before. Real brotherly love there, Ye Jun. Real touching." My voice dripped with fake sweetness on the last part, the kind that always made him snap back when he was awake. I tugged the chain again, a little harder, and his breath hitched. "Bet Ohm wouldn’t chain you up like this. Bet he’d be all gentle and ask if you’re okay like so romance novel hero. ? I know what you need. You need reminding who the boss is before you get too comfortable spreading your legs for anyone else."