The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 90

Ye Jun

We pulled up to his house and I actually gasped out loud, sitting up straighter in the seat. "Holy shit, Ohm. This is your place? It is huge. Like, bigger than my stepdad’s mansion huge. How the hell do you live here alone? You could fit three families in here and still have room for a bowling alley."

He chuckled, parking in the massive driveway that looked like it belonged on a luxury car comrcial. "It is just a house, man. Family money, you know how it is. Co on, do not look so shocked. You are still with the sa Ohm. Sa teddy bear who punched that creep for you earlier. Nothing has changed."

I swallowed hard as he ca around and helped out of the car, my legs a little wobbly from the drinks and the nerves that were suddenly hitting like a truck. He kept his arm around the whole way to the door, warm and steady, murmuring stuff like "You okay?" and "We do not have to if you are freaking out." I kept nodding, forcing laughs, but inside I was a ss. My ass still burned from the fresh ink every ti my jeans rubbed wrong, Si Woo’s na literally branded on like a warning label. And now I was about to let Ohm see everything. What the fuck was I going to do when he spotted the tattoo?

The front door clicked open and Ohm flipped on the lights, revealing this massive open space that made my jaw drop all over again. High ceilings, shiny floors, furniture that probably cost more than my entire education. I kicked off my shoes by the door, trying to play it cool even though my heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. "Okay, seriously, how rich are you? My stepdad acts like he owns the world and his place is not even half this size. Do you have a butler or sothing? A secret movie theater? Tell there is at least a pool because I need sothing to distract from the fact that I just agreed to have sex with my best friend."

Ohm laughed, that deep rumble that always made feel a little safer, and he tossed his keys on a side table. "No butler, no secret theater, but yeah there is a pool out back. We can check it out later if you want. Right now I just want to make sure you are not about to change your mind and run out the door." He stepped closer, hands gentle on my shoulders, eyes searching my face like he was looking for any sign of doubt. "Ye Jun, if this feels weird, say the word. I will drive you ho right now, no questions, no hard feelings. I ant what I said about trusting you, but I do not want to pressure you into anything."

I waved him off, forcing another laugh because if I stopped joking I might actually start crying from how nervous I was. "Pressure? Please. I said yes, did I not? I am not so fragile little thing that is going to back out the second we get inside. Just give a second to process that my night went from getting drunk to escape my asshole stepbrother to standing in a mansion about to lose my, well, whatever is left of my whatever with you." I poked his chest, trying to keep the energy flowing even as my voice cracked a tiny bit. "And do not think I forgot about that alpha ego thing. You better not be expecting so pro-level performance from either. I am basically a virgin in the guy departnt too, rember? So we are both figuring this out together. No judging, no laughing if I do sothing stupid, deal?"

He nodded quickly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Deal. No judging. I am probably going to be the one ssing up anyway. I have no clue what I am doing here." He took my hand and led further inside, past the living room with its giant couches and into a hallway that felt endless. Every step made the tattoo on my ass throb a little more, a sharp reminder of Si Woo that I really did not need right now. I tried to ignore it, squeezing Ohm’s hand tighter like that would make the mory disappear.

We ended up in what had to be his bedroom, huge bed in the middle, soft lighting from lamps on the nightstands. It slled like him, clean and warm, and for a second I just stood there staring at the bed like it was going to bite . "Wow. This is nice. Really nice. Bigger than my entire room back ho. You sure you do not have a harem of ogas hidden in the closets or sothing? Because this looks like the kind of place where rich guys bring people for, you know, reasons."

Ohm rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down next to him. "No harem, no hidden anything. Just , usually playing video gas or crashing after work. And now you. If you want to talk more first, we can. Or watch sothing dumb on TV until the nerves go away. I am not in a rush, Ye Jun. Seriously."

I flopped back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling because looking at him made everything feel too real. "Talking sounds good. Keeps from overthinking how bad this could go. Like, what if it hurts? What if I am terrible at it and you decide ogas were right about you needing practice but not with ? Or worse, what if we do it and then everything between us gets awkward and we cannot even hang out anymore without rembering that one ti we, you know." I waved my hand vaguely, cheeks burning. "God, I sound like a scared kid. Ignore . The alcohol is wearing off and now I am just rambling like an idiot."

He lay down beside , propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at my face. His free hand brushed so hair off my forehead, gentle in a way that made my chest tighten. "You are not an idiot. And it is okay to be nervous. I am nervous too. My hands are literally shaking right now, see?" He held one up to prove it, and yeah, there was a slight tremble there that made laugh despite everything. "We can go slowly . Start with kissing again if you want. Or just talk about stupid stuff until you feel ready. Tell more about that run you went on with Si Woo earlier. You seed pissed when I picked you up."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands because Si Woo was the last person I wanted to think about right now. "Do not even get started on him. He is such an asshole. Acting all perfect in front of Lisa and my parents, talking about their childhood and the wedding like it is the greatest thing ever. anwhile he, never mind. I do not want to ruin the mood by bringing him up. Tonight is about forgetting him, not rehashing his crap." I peeked through my fingers at Ohm, trying to smile. "Besides, you are way better company. At least you do not smirk like you own the world and everyone in it."

Ohm’s expression softened, but there was a flicker of sothing protective in his eyes that reminded of the punch he threw at the bar. "If he is giving you that much trouble, you can always crash here more often. My place is big enough. No one would bother you. And I would not mind the company." He paused, then added with a teasing tone, "Plus it would give us more ti to practice if you decide you like being my tutor."

I swatted his arm, laughing again because the humor helped push down the panic that kept bubbling up. "Tutor? Is that what we are calling it now? Fine, student Ohm, lesson one is do not expect to know any fancy moves. I am winging this just like you." We kept talking like that for a while, back and forth about nothing important, cracking jokes about his giant house and him teasing about how I danced like a drunk giraffe earlier. Every laugh made the nerves settle a little, but the second there was a quiet mont, my mind raced back to the tattoo.

What the hell was I going to do? Ohm was going to see it eventually. He would pull my pants down and there it would be, Si Woo’s na in fresh black ink, right above my ass like a permanent fuck you from my stepbrother. I could already picture his face, the confusion, the hurt, maybe even anger. And then what? I would have to explain that my stepbrother had basically branded while edging senseless, and that I had let him because I was stupid and addicted to the way he made feel even when it hurt. No. I could not let that happen. Not tonight. Maybe I could keep my shirt on or sothing, turn the lights off, distract him with kisses so he would not look too closely. Yeah, that could work. Or maybe I could just own it and say it was a stupid dare or a bet I lost. But Ohm knew too well. He would see right through any lie I tried to sell.

"Hey, you went quiet," Ohm said, nudging my side gently. "Still with ? If you are having second thoughts, it is fine. We can stop at any point. I promise."

I shook my head, sitting up so I could face him properly. "No second thoughts. I am just thinking too much. That is all. Co here, let us try that kissing thing again before I talk myself into a full panic attack." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, pressing my lips to his in what started as soft but quickly turned needy because kissing him felt safe. It felt like a choice I was making, not sothing being forced on like with Si Woo. Ohm kissed back carefully, one hand on my back, the other cupping my cheek like I was sothing precious. It was so different from the rough, claiming way Si Woo did it that I almost wanted to cry from the relief.