The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 7

Ye Jun

I gasped from the slap, cheeks burning red now, but I couldn’t stop talking, pouting and rambling because that’s what I did when he got bossy like this, it pissed him off more and yeah, maybe part of liked watching him crack. "You’re so hard after slapping look at you, throbbing against like a desperate perv. But fuck just let cum."

He laughed a an, arrogant laugh that made my stomach twist and pulled his hand away completely, leaving thrusting into nothing, whining loud and pathetic. "Not yet," he taunted, whispering right in my ear, breath hot. "You pissed off with all that reminder crap beg louder, tell how much you love my slaps, you little brat."

"No don’t stop, you bastard," I snapped, bucking forward uselessly, tears pricking my eyes already because the edging was killing , but I kept sassing because fuck him and his bossy gas. "You’re such a sadistic pervert, slapping and getting harder each ti bet you’d co just from hitting , wouldn’t you? slap again if it makes you feel big, just stroke , you arrogant fuck, let your cute oga co!"

He brought his oh my fuck such a long tongue leaking my neck and sucking my ear and then his hand was back, stroking slowly again, thumb circling the tip like he was torturing on purpose. "That’s better," he muttered, voice all bossy and satisfied, but I could feel him grinding against my thigh, his cock leaking through his pants now. "Keep talking, see how long I let you last."

I rambled on, pouting and whining between gasps. "See? Harder again you love it, you perv, slapping your stepbrother and edging him in an elevator like so sick boss. Oh goodness faster please, I’m so close, you sadistic asshole, don’t pull away again, I can’t.. "

He did. Pulled away right as I was teetering, laughing that arrogant laugh while I sobbed out a whine, hips jerking empty. "Pathetic," he said, but his voice was rough, needy, and he ground against harder.

"Fuck you give it back," I yelled, tears spilling now because it hurt, the denial twisting in my gut, but I kept going, sassy even through the ss. "You’re enjoying this too much, slap-happy pervert"

He kept stroking through it, milking dry, then yanked his hand out and grabbed mine, forcing it down his pants onto his thick, leaking cock. "Your turn," he snapped, bossy and demanding. "Jerk off, oga, fast, or I’ll slap you until you cry harder."

I did, hand shaky but pumping him rough because I was still riding the high, pouting up at him. "Like this, perv? Cuming on my shirt now? You’re such a sadistic ss hard from slapping , drawing porn of it... "

"Shut up," he hissed, but thrust into my fist, arrogant eyes half-lidded. "Faster do it right, you brat."

I rambled more, sassing through the strokes. "Bet you’d slap while I jerk you go on, do it, show how much you love being the bossy pervert stepbrother.. "

He just took in biting my neck so hard I could swear blood ca out on so part because I saw red spills on my shirt and then there he was spilling hot over my shirt, soaking through, groaning low like he couldn’t hold it back. "Fuck... ArArhhh... s... yess"

We stood there panting, his cum cooling on my shirt, my cheeks red from slaps, and then the anger hit like a truck, post-orgasm crash making everything raw. I shoved him hard, tears welling up hot and fast. "You’re ruining ," I yelled, voice cracking, shoving again even as my legs wobbled. "And for what? Slapping around like your personal oga toy, getting hard from it you sadistic fuck, I hate you!"

He stumbled back a step, eyes widening for a second, that arrogant mask cracking just a bit, voice dropping vulnerable. "It’s not just that, fuck, just be at dinner, okay?."

The elevator dinged then, ergency stop releasing, doors sliding open right as security guy looked in, eyes going wide at the ss cum on the glass, my shirt stained, cheeks slapped red. "Uh. Mm.... everything okay here?"

Si-woo fixed his pants quick, shoving behind him like he was protecting his dirty secret. "Fine," he snapped, all bossy again. "Just a... family discussion."

I zipped up, pouting through tears, wiping my face. "Yeah, real family bonding," I muttered sarcastic under my breath, but the security guy just raised an eyebrow and stepped aside.

We hurried out, Si-woo grabbing my arm bossy-like, dragging toward the parking lot. "Get in the car," he ordered. "Dinner’s not optional."

I yanked my arm away, still rambling pouty. "Oh sure, after you edged and slapped like a perv? Bet you’ll draw this too, the elevator cumshot with slaps. You’re such a asshole, getting hard from hitting your cute ogamm"

He slapped my arm light warning and pushed into the passenger seat. "Sit quiet or I’ll make it worse."

The car started, and I kept talking, pouting the whole way. "See? Harder already in your pants perv."

He sighed, arrogant but cracking. "Shut up and buckle up."

But I didn’t. I rambled on about how he was a bossy sadistic stepbrother who loved slapping his oga, pissing him off with every word, watching him get hard again from the rearview. By the ti we pulled up to the house , my cheeks still stung, shirt sticky, tears dried but anger bubbling, and I knew dinner was gonna be a disaster because I couldn’t stop reminding him of his pervert secret, and every ti he slapped or snapped, he’d get that hard look in his eyes like he enjoyed it too much.