The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 48

Ye Jun 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

I woke up feeling like someone had taken a baseball bat to my ass and then decided to use my whole body as the ball afterward. My eyes cracked open, sticky with dried tears I didn’t even remember shedding, and the first thing I registered was the ache. Not just a little sore. Full-on, screaming, couldn’t move-without-wincing pain radiating from my hole straight up my spine. I tried to roll over onto my back, big mistake. The second my weight shifted, it felt like fire ripping through me. I hissed through my teeth, bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, and froze there on my stomach, face smashed into the pillow that still smelled like sweat and Si-woo’s stupid cologne.

I hated that smell right then. Hated him. Hated everything.

Tears were already sliding down my cheeks again, hot and annoying, and I swiped at them fast with the back of my hand because no way was I letting that asshole see me cry like some pathetic kid. Not after last night. Not after he’d fucked me until I couldn’t even think straight, spanked me raw, called me his little slut like it was cute, then had the nerve to keep going when I was half-passed-out. I felt disgusting. Used. And the worst part? Some tiny, traitorous piece of me still remembered how good the overstimulation had felt right before everything went blurry. That made me hate myself even more.

I had to get up. Had to get out of this bed, out of this room, away from him before he woke up and decided round four sounded fun. I braced my hands under my chest, tried to push myself up slowly, fuck. Nope. The second my ass even hovered off the mattress, pain shot through me so sharp I choked on a sob. My arms gave out. I flopped back down face-first, muffling the ugly crying noise into the pillow.

That’s when the bed dipped behind me.

"Morning, princess."

His voice was lazy, smug, like he hadn’t just wrecked me. Like this was normal.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. "Don’t call me that."

He chuckled.. actually chuckled..and the sound made my stomach twist with rage. "You’re cute when you’re mad. Still leaking my cum, huh?"

I snapped my head around so fast it hurt my neck. "Shut the fuck up, Si-woo. Just, pleaseeeee shut up."

He was propped on one elbow, hair messed up, looking annoyingly hot and unbothered while I felt like roadkill. His eyes flicked over me, and for one second I thought I saw something flicker concern, maybe? but then that stupid smirk was back.

"Are you really crying bro?."

"No shit," I spat. Tears were still sliding down, betraying me, and I hated how my voice cracked. "You think this is funny? You almost broke me last night, you piece of shit."

He sat up fully now, blanket sliding off his waist. "You were begging for it half the time."

"I was not...." My voice broke again, louder this time. "I told you it hurt. I told you to stop spanking me. I told you I couldn’t take it and you just kept going like...like I’m some toy you can throw around until it stops working."

The words came out messy, overlapping, because once I started I couldn’t stop. "You’re the most disgusting person I’ve ever met. I don’t even want to look at you. I don’t want you touching me. I don’t want you breathing the same air as me. Just...leave me the fuck alone."

I tried to crawl toward the edge of the bed again. Big mistake number two. My ass brushed the sheet wrong and I yelped... I was basically literally and actually yelped like a kicked dog. Fresh tears spilled over. I froze there on all fours, shaking, humiliated.

Si-woo moved fast. One second he was sitting there looking smug, the next his hands were on my hips, yanking me back down flat on my stomach.

"Let go!" I thrashed, elbow swinging back, trying to catch him in the ribs. "Get off me, you fucking...."

He caught my wrists easy, like I was nothing, and pinned them above my head with one hand. I bucked, kicked, screamed into the mattress, but he was stronger and I was too sore to do anything real. With his free hand he reached under the pillow....how the fuck did he even know they were there? and pulled out the cuffs we’d used weeks ago when this whole fucked-up thing was still "fun."

"No...no no no..." My voice cracked into panic. "Si-woo, please, I can’t, I seriously can’t take any more..."

Click. One wrist locked to the headboard.

I started crying for real now, ugly sobs I couldn’t hold back. "Don’t....don’t do this, I’m begging you, I can’t...."

Click. Other wrist.

He sat back on his heels, looking down at me spread out, cuffed, ass up just enough to make the position humiliating. I turned my face away, shoulders shaking, snot mixing with tears.

"I hate you," I whispered. "I really fucking hate you."

He didn’t say anything for a second. Just watched me cry.

Then he sighed like I was the dramatic one here and climbed off the bed. "Stay."

Like I had a choice.

I heard him pad out of the room, bare feet on the floor, door creaking open then shut. I lay there shaking, wrists already starting to ache from the angle, ass throbbing so bad I couldn’t even clench to stop the dull burn. Every breath hurt. Every heartbeat hurt. And the crying wouldn’t stop. I kept thinking he was gonna come back with a paddle or lube or whatever sick thing he had planned next, and the thought made me sob harder.

But he didn’t.

He came back maybe five minutes later I don’t know, time was blurry, with a bowl of steaming water and a clean washcloth draped over his arm like some fucked-up nurse cosplay.

I flinched when he sat on the edge of the bed again.

"Relax," he muttered. "I’m not gonna fuck you."

I didn’t believe him. "Then uncuff me."

"Not yet." He dipped the cloth in the hot water, wrung it out, and pressed it gently way too gently against my hole.

I jerked hard against the cuffs. "Ow ...fuck....that burns!"

"I know." His voice was quieter than usual. "But if I don’t get the swelling down you won’t even be able to stand up straight tomorrow. Hold still."