Chapter 111
Si woo
He started stirring more then, eyelids fluttering like he was fighting the headache and the pull of the clamps at the same time. A soft curse slipped out, something mumbled that sounded like my name mixed with "fuck you," and it made me lean closer, my face right above his. "There you are. Welcome back, princess. Head hurt? Good. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before accusing me of shit and then telling me to cooperate like I’m your errand boy."
Ye Jun’s eyes cracked open, hazy at first, then sharpening fast when he felt the cold metal on his nipples and the chains holding his arms. He yanked hard on the cuffs, the bed creaking, and his face twisted up in pain and confusion. "Si Woo what the actual fuck? Get these off me right now!" His voice came out hoarse, cracking on the end like the slap had rattled him more than he wanted to show, and he tried to buck up but the clamps pulled and he hissed through his teeth instead.
I didn’t move, just smirked down at him and gave the chain another light tug that made his back arch off the mattress. "Nah. We’re not doing the ’get these off’ dance tonight. You’ve been too comfortable, Ye Jun. Laughing with Ohm, choosing him when I tried to save your ass, calling me sick and disgusting like you didn’t moan for me last night anyway. Time to fix that attitude."
"Save my ass? You probably set the whole thing up you psycho!" He snapped it fast, talking over me like always, his legs kicking uselessly because I had his arms locked but not the rest of him yet. His cheeks were flushed now, partly from anger and partly because the clamps were doing their job, sending little shocks every time he moved. "My head is killing me because you hit me and now you’re... you’re putting shit on me while I’m out? What is wrong with you? Mom and Dad are downstairs, they could hear!"
I laughed right in his face, short and rude, because the idea of our parents walking in on this was actually hilarious in a fucked up way. "Hear what? You whining like a little bitch while I remind you whose hole this is? They’d probably think you’re having another nightmare after the ’raid.’ Relax. You’re not going anywhere until I say so." I reached down and twisted one clamp just a fraction, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his breath stutter. "Feel that? That’s what happens when you forget who’s boss. You’ve been prancing around this trip like Ohm could actually take you from me. Newsflash, he can’t. Never could. And after tonight you’ll be too sore to even think about him without remembering these."
Ye Jun groaned and yanked the chains again, the metal rattling loud against the headboard. "Stop! It hurts, you asshole! Take them off, I swear to god Si Woo if you don’t..." His voice broke halfway, not from the pain exactly but from that mix of anger and the sad little crack that always got to me even when I was this hard and this pissed. He was breathing fast now, chest rising and falling quick enough that the clamps shifted with every inhale, and his eyes were shiny like he might actually cry if I pushed harder.
But instead of backing off I leaned in and bit his earlobe, voice low and sarcastic right against his ear. "If I don’t what? You’ll run to Ohm again? Cry to the cops about your mean stepbrother who just wanted to protect you from the big bad shooters? Please. You and I both know you get off on this shit even when you pretend you hate it. Look at you, already squirming. Bet if I checked that hole right now it’d be wet for me."
"Shut up!" He yelled it this time, but quieter than he probably wanted because his head was still pounding, I could tell from the way he winced every time he raised his voice. "You’re disgusting, Si Woo. I told you in the car, I don’t have time for your sick games. I want to find out who really tried to hurt us and you’re here chaining me up like some... some toy! Let me go or I scream for Mom right now!"
I sat up straighter and tugged the chain between the clamps harder, making him gasp and arch again. "Scream then. Go ahead. Tell her how your big bad stepbrother knocked you out and put pretty little clamps on your nipples because you wouldn’t stop picking the wrong guy. Bet that goes over real well after the hospital visit and the police statements. They’ll lock me up and you’ll be free to ride off into the sunset with Ohm. Except wait, no, because even if they do, I’ll find you. And next time the chains will be tighter." My tone stayed light and mocking on purpose, the sarcasm thick because laughing at how fucked this all was kept me from feeling the sharp twist in my chest every time he looked at me like I was a monster.
Ye Jun’s eyes filled up more, that sad shine turning into actual tears he tried to blink back fast. "Why do you do this? After everything on the trail, after you said you hated hurting me, you still... you hit me and now this? It hurts, Si Woo. Not just these stupid things on me, but you. You scare the shit out of me and then act like it’s funny." His voice cracked hard on the last word, and he turned his face away as much as the position let him, breathing shaky like he was fighting not to break down completely right there.
I felt that one land, the way it always did, that mix of anger and something tighter in my throat that made me want to both fuck him senseless and hold him until he stopped looking so damn sad. But I shoved it down and kept the smirk, reaching out to flick one clamp lightly. "Boo hoo. Cry about it. Maybe if you hadn’t let go of my hand today none of this would be happening. Maybe if you stopped acting like Ohm is some savior I’d be nicer. But you don’t, so here we are. Boss is showing you the rules again. Get used to it."
He snapped his head back toward me, eyes flashing even through the tears and the headache. "Nicer? You call this nicer? You’re sick! I hate you right now, I really do. Get these off and uncuff me or I swear I’ll tell everyone what you did on the trail, what you set up, everything!" The words tumbled out fast, interrupting himself with little winces when the clamps tugged, and his body kept shifting like he couldn’t decide between fighting harder or going still to make the pain stop.
I laughed again, but it came out sharper this time, the humor fading into raw anger because he just wouldn’t quit pushing. "Tell them what? That your jealous stepbrother got a little rough after you chose the guy who wants to fuck you? Go ahead. See how fast they believe the kid who was giggling with Ohm all trip over the one who tried to pull you to safety. You’re mine, Ye Jun. Say it and maybe I’ll loosen them a little."
"Fuck you, I’m not saying shit!" He yanked both arms at once, the chains rattling loud, and a real sob slipped out when the pain spiked. "It hurts too much, take them off, please just... just stop for one second and think about what you’re doing to me!"
My dick was throbbing at the way he begged even while he fought, but that sad break in his voice hit different tonight after the whole day of chaos. I reached for the chain one more time, ready to twist or tug or make him scream my name until he gave in, when his eyes locked on mine and he whispered something so quiet and broken it stopped my hand cold.
Ye Jun wasn’t just mad anymore. He looked like he might actually shatter if I opened my dick and pushed in one inch further, But I didn’t stop. I never did.
And that’s when his eyes widened like he’d just figured out the worst part yet.