The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 112

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I stared up at the ceiling of Si Woo’s room, wrists still locked in those stupid cuffs that bit into my skin every ti I shifted even an inch, and tried like hell to keep my face from giving anything away. My nipples throbbed from the clamps he’d finally taken off a minute ago, but the second his mouth closed over one of them I felt that familiar spark shoot straight down my spine and I hated how much I didn’t hate it. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sore tip like he was trying to make up for the pain or maybe just add to it, and my back arched off the bed before I could stop myself.

"Get off you freak," I snapped, voice coming out way breathier than I wanted, and I twisted my head to the side so I wouldn’t have to look at his stupid smug face. Inside though my brain was a ss because yeah I missed this, missed the way he got all intense and focused on like nothing else in the world existed, missed how my body lit up even when my mouth kept running. But no way was I letting him know that or he’d never stop thinking he owned every single reaction I had.

Si Woo just laughed against my chest, the sound vibrating right through , and switched to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth with this wet pull that made my toes curl. "Sure sure, keep talking baby bro. Your dick’s not listening though." His hand slid down my side and gave my ass a sharp smack, the sound cracking loud in the room, and I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning outright. It stung in the best way, the kind that made heat pool low in my gut, and I felt myself getting harder even as I kicked one leg uselessly at the air.

"Stop hitting like I’m so kid," I growled, but it ca out more like a whine when he spanked the other cheek right after, harder this ti, and then squeezed the flesh like he was testing how red it was getting. My ass burned and I loved it, god I loved it, that mix of pain and the way it made everything feel more, made feel pinned down and wanted in that twisted way only Si Woo could pull off. I missed being right here under him, missed the chaos he brought because at least it was honest instead of all the fake normal crap with everyone else. But I kept my face twisted in a scowl anyway. "You’re such a pathetic bully, always have to prove you’re bigger and aner. Grow up already."

He lifted his head just enough to smirk at , lips shiny and red from sucking on my tits, and his eyes had that dark hungry look that always made my stomach flip. "Pathetic? Says the guy whose cock is leaking all over his own stomach while he pretends he doesn’t want this." Another smack landed, this one right where my thigh t my ass, and I jerked against the cuffs, the chains rattling loud. Fuck it felt good, the heat spreading, my skin tingling, and I had to clench my jaw so I wouldn’t beg him to do it again right away.

I laughed, short and an, trying to sound like I was above all this. "Leaking? Please. That’s just from the clamps hurting, not because your la ass spanks feel like anything special. I’ve had better from my own hand." Lie. Total lie. My dick was throbbing and wet at the tip and I could feel precum sliding down the side but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. He spanked again, three quick ones in a row that made my ass jiggle and burn, and I sucked in a sharp breath, hips twitching up without my permission.

Si Woo’s hand stayed on my ass after that, rubbing the sore spots almost gently before he dug his fingers in and spread open. "Liar," he muttered, voice low and rough, and then his fingers were there, slick sohow, probably from the lube he grabbed while I was still half out of it earlier. He circled my hole slow at first, teasing, pressing just the tip of one finger in and out while his mouth went back to my chest, sucking and biting at the sa nipple he’d been working on. The dual sensation hit hard, pleasure zipping through mixed with the lingering sting from the clamps and the spanks, and I felt my hole clench around his finger like it had a mind of its own.

"Quit teasing and just... just leave alone," I said, but my voice cracked halfway and I turned it into a cough to cover it. I loved exactly where I was, chained up and at his rcy, his mouth hot and wet on my tits, his hand playing with my ass like he had all night to drive crazy. It had been too long since he got like this, all focused and an and perfect, and part of wanted to just lt into it but the other part, the stubborn one that was still pissed about the slap and the raid and everything, kept my mouth running. "You’re probably getting off on how much I hate you right now. Sicko."

He pushed a second finger in without warning, scissoring them a little rough, and I gasped, legs spreading wider even as I tried to close them. "Hate ? Your hole’s sucking my fingers in like it missed more than you missed dinner last night." He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made stars pop behind my eyes, and I had to swallow a moan that wanted to rip out of . His mouth kept working my nipple, sucking hard then soft, tongue swirling, while his free hand ca up to pinch the other one lightly, rolling it between his fingers. The combo had squirming, ass pushing back onto his hand before I could stop myself, and I felt more precum drip onto my stomach.

I forced a laugh, even though my breathing was getting all ssed up. "Missed you? Don’t flatter yourself. This is just biology or whatever. Any warm body could do the sa. Maybe I’ll call Ohm later and see if his fingers feel better." Okay that was low but I said it anyway, watching for the flash of jealousy in his eyes because yeah it turned on even more when he got possessive like that.