The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 93

Ye Jun

I stood there with the bathroom door locked behind me like some kind of criminal hiding from the cops, fingers still pressed to that stupid tattoo above my ass, and the sting shot up my spine again just like it had the day Si Woo put it there.

God, it felt like it happened in another life, him shoving me face-down after we’d snuck out from dinner, his hands rough on my hips while he growled in my ear that I was his and no one else was ever gonna touch me, and I’d eaten it up like the dumbass I was, moaning like he was finally claiming me for real, instead of hiding me from everyone.

He’d pulled out right after he came, still breathing hard against my neck, and said we were getting it done no arguments, and I let him drag me to that sketchy tattoo parlor with my legs still shaky. The needle hurt like hell but I bit my lip and took it because every buzz felt like him marking me as his dirty little secret that actually mattered, like maybe this time he’d pick me over Lisa and the perfect stepbrother act he put on for everyone else. Now it just felt like a brand, like some ugly reminder that I’d let him own me and I was still carrying it around like an idiot who couldn’t move on.

Fuck this. Fuck all of it. I couldn’t go back out there and let Ohm keep looking at me like I was worth something sweet when I had my stepbrother’s name literally stamped on me like property. I yanked my shirt down harder, turned to the window, and tried to shove it open but the damn thing was stuck tight like everything else in this stupid rich mansion, probably locked from the outside or some safety bullshit for a second-floor drop that would break my neck anyway.

My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the latch, heart hammering like it wanted to jump out of my chest, and I thought screw it, quietly through the house then, just slip out the front door or the back or whatever and disappear before Ohm noticed I’d been gone too long. I cracked the bathroom door super slow, peeked down the hall, heard nothing but the faint creak of the bed springs like he was still flopped there waiting, and I started tiptoeing out in just my shirt and nothing else, feet cold on the floor, mind screaming run run run you idiot before you ruin everything.

But then I got three steps down the hall and my stomach flipped so hard I froze, because what the hell was I doing sneaking out barefoot like a thief after I’d basically begged him to fuck me ten minutes ago? He’d laugh his ass off if he caught me, or worse, look all hurt and confused, and I couldn’t deal with that right now, not with the tattoo burning under my shirt like it was laughing at me too.

I spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, heart pounding louder than my footsteps, and I pushed the bedroom door open again like I’d just finished the world’s longest piss, trying to paste on my usual cocky smirk even though my eyes felt red and puffy from staring at myself in the mirror like a loser and my hands wouldn’t stop trembling at my sides.

Ohm was right where I left him, sprawled on his back with the sheet half over his lap, condom still on like some hopeful idiot, and he lifted his head with that big dumb grin at first. "Finally, I was starting to think you really did fall in or something. Blue balls are no joke, man, I was about to.... " He stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he sat up a little, that teddy-bear face shifting from horny to worried in half a second flat. "Whoa, hold up. You okay? Your eyes look kinda red. Did you... cry or something in there?"

I snorted so loud it echoed, forcing the smirk wider even though it felt fake as hell, and I wiped at my face with the back of my hand like it was nothing. "Cry? Me? Please, I was just taking a massive dump and the smell got to me, that’s all. Stop being such a drama queen, Ohm, you sound like my grandma worrying about my bowel movements. Now shut up and let me finish what we started before I lose the mood completely."

I kicked the door shut behind me harder than I meant to, crossed the room in three strides, and climbed right back on top of him like nothing was wrong, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, trying to grind down even though my dick was only half-hard now and my brain was a mess of tattoo flashbacks and guilt that tasted like bile.

He let out this surprised little huff, hands coming up to my waist automatically, but his thumbs just rested there instead of grabbing, all gentle like always. "Ye Jun, seriously, you’re shaking again. Like, your legs are all tense and you look like you’re about to bolt. If you changed your mind about the whole thing, it’s cool, we can just... "

"Changed my mind? Don’t be ridiculous," I cut him off, leaning down to kiss him hard and sloppy to shut him up, tongue shoving in like I could erase the last five minutes if I just went at it aggressively enough.

"I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s fine, stop talking and touch me already before I get bored and go jerk off in the bathroom for real this time." My voice came out all sharp and sarcastic but my hands were still shaky when I grabbed his shoulders, and I could feel my heart racing against his chest like it was trying to rat me out. I rocked my hips down again, trying to get that spark back, but it felt mechanical, like my body was going through the motions while my head kept screaming about the tattoo and Si Woo and how I was using Ohm like a rebound revenge toy he didn’t deserve.

Ohm kissed me back for a second, soft and careful like he always did, but then he pulled away just enough to look at my face, forehead all furrowed. "Okay, stop. Just stop for a sec." His voice was low but firm, one hand sliding up to cup my cheek even though I tried to duck away. "You’re not into this right now, I can tell. Your whole body’s stiff and you’re not even looking at me. We don’t have to do this right now, Ye Jun. We can talk or whatever. Or not talk. I’m not gonna push."

I laughed, but it came out bitter and too loud, and I sat back on his thighs, crossing my arms over my chest like that would hide how my shoulders were hunching. "Talk? Oh great, now we’re in therapy session mode? What is this, some after-school special where the big alpha gets all sensitive and we cry about our feelings? I said I’m fine, Ohm, stop reading into shit that isn’t there. Just because I took an extra minute to piss doesn’t mean I’m having a breakdown or whatever you’re imagining in that empty head of yours." I reached down and tried to stroke him through the condom, keeping the smirk plastered on even though my fingers felt numb and wrong. "See? Still hard, still ready, let’s just get back to lesson three or four or whatever number we’re on before you ruin the vibe with all this caring crap."