Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Chuyu knelt over Xu Ye, pinning his wrists down on either side of Xu Ye's head, his eyes glinting with a playful menace behind his mask. This complete submission beneath Chuyu's control filled Xu Ye with a mix of anger and shame. Gritting his teeth, he tried to wrench free from the man's hold, only for Chuyu to press down even harder, pinning him in place.
"Let go of me!" Xu Ye knew he was no match for Chuyu's strength, but he still twisted his body, struggling to break free.
"It seems you're not planning to behave." Chuyu, ignoring his resistance, moved one of Xu Ye's hands up over his head, securing it with his own right hand. With his left, he deftly flipped open a hidden compartment in the sofa's cushion. Xu Ye's eyes widened in surprise as he spotted the concealed cabinet stocked with various implements—whips, lubricants, gags, and other restraints. Chuyu selected a pair of leather-lined metal handcuffs, efficiently snapping them onto Xu Ye's wrists and attaching the chain to a metal loop on the side of the sofa.
Xu Ye had noticed those loops before but assumed they were decorative; now, he understood their true purpose. He thrashed against the restraints, but they held firm, trapping his arms and rendering his efforts futile.
"What gives you the right to chain me here?" Xu Ye's fury flared as he glared up at Chuyu, his body immobile. "Our relationship is over. You're not my Dom anymore—"
"True, I'm not." Chuyu replied coolly. "So now, I'll interact with you in another way, just as you wanted."
The iciness in Chuyu's voice unsettled Xu Ye, making him uneasy. When the man's long fingers began unbuttoning Xu Ye's shirt, his eyes grew wide with disbelief. "What are you doing?"
Looking down with a sardonic smile, Chuyu's lips curled slightly. "The only thing left for me to do here is you."
"Are you out of your mind?!" With each button that came undone, Xu Ye felt his blood freeze, and his voice quivered. "You can't… you can't do this…"
"Oh?" Chuyu paused as if actually considering the question. "And why not?"
Xu Ye stammered, "Because I don't consent!"
Chuyu's chuckle was cold and dismissive. "Your consent? I'm afraid that doesn't concern me." He undid the last button, pulling Xu Ye's shirt wide open, exposing his bare chest to the cold air.
The chill on his skin made Xu Ye shiver, his fear rising as he protested, "You can't force me…"
"Oh, I most certainly can." Chuyu smirked. "The membership rules state that low-tier members intruding into an exclusive area without permission are subject to the owner's discretion. And it so happens, this is my territory. You signed those rules yourself. So, whatever I decide to do is well within my rights." His fingers moved to Xu Ye's belt, unbuckling it with a slow deliberation.
This was different from any previous encounter. With his once-gentle demeanor replaced by a menacing chill, Xu Ye realized that Chuyu wasn't joking—he was serious.
Panicked, Xu Ye called out, "I didn't come here by myself—Marvin brought me here…" Though his hands were chained, he tried to scoot back, but Chuyu held his waist firmly in place, the grip almost painfully strong.
"No matter who brought you here, your excuse won't hold unless I accept it. Everything here is under my control, including you." His voice was as unyielding as his gaze, and with an icy precision, he pulled down Xu Ye's zipper, making a show of the motion as though he were unwrapping a meticulously packaged gift.
The proximity of Chuyu's touch to such a sensitive area left Xu Ye frozen, his gaze fixed on the man, panic and disbelief flooding his eyes. He continued to repeat, "Don't do this… you can't do this…"
Chuyu let out a dry laugh. "No? You seemed to enjoy Marvin's rougher treatment earlier." He tugged at Xu Ye's pants, forcefully pulling them down to expose his bare skin, then with one swift motion, tore off Xu Ye's underwear, tossing it carelessly aside.
Xu Ye lay sprawled, shirt open, completely exposed. The involuntary bareness, different from his consensual submission as a sub, filled him with a humiliation that stung sharper than any lash. Fear, shame, and an utter lack of control surged through him, every nerve protesting the situation.
"Not fighting anymore?" Chuyu's icy eyes swept over him with a hint of mockery. "You need to understand something. Whether it's here or anywhere else, whether or not you're my sub, as long as I desire it, I can have you in the palm of my hand, to control, to possess, to dominate—to make you kneel before me."
Grabbing Xu Ye's jaw, Chuyu forced their eyes to meet. "It was my decision to let Chu Xuan release you, to allow you to leave me, to let you seek out another Dom here. That was my indulgence. And you took it for granted, pushing my patience to its limits. That line about everything being a rehearsal just to meet me in this moment—amusing, but I don't care for this farce. Not one bit. I can indulge you however I please, but I can just as easily ruin you. Your assets, your future, your life, your family—everything could be my plaything, including your body." The dangerous glint in his eyes deepened, and he released Xu Ye, smirking. "So, when I decide to have you, your only choice is to comply."
The words cut into Xu Ye's pride like a knife, and he felt himself being torn down from the clouds and plunged into the dirt. The man before him wasn't the tender Dom he once knew, but the powerful Second Young Master of the Chu family, the all-powerful club owner, the ruler of their world, and a figurehead in the financial empire. Any one of these identities was enough to crush Xu Ye utterly.
Chuyu was like a lazy beast, permitting Xu Ye's antics until he'd had enough, and now, he held him firmly under his paw.
No escape.
Xu Ye drew himself up, his body cold as ice. Chuyu, displeased by the retreat, picked up a leather strap, grabbed Xu Ye's left ankle, and bound it to a metal ring on the sofa. At this point, aside from his right leg, Xu Ye could hardly move at all.
"I usually have a lot of patience with those who don't obey," Chuyu said with a faint smile, though his eyes remained as cold as ice. "Each time you move, I'll add another toy to you. As a courtesy, I'll let you know that the next one will be nipple clamps."
Xu Ye froze, his terror reflected in the tremble of his voice as he pleaded, "Please... let me go... I promise I won't appear before you again…"
Chuyu ignored his pleas, reaching into the hidden compartment for a sealed transparent bag. He tore it open, pulling out a pair of thin, surgical gloves, which he slipped onto his right hand. With a deliberate squeeze, he dispensed some lubricant onto his fingertips, then pulled Xu Ye's right leg open before pressing a finger unhesitatingly into his entrance.
Xu Ye cried out in shock at the sudden intrusion, his body arching like a fish out of water, his pupils blown wide with fear. This wasn't training, it wasn't a game, nor was it the familiar exchange between Dom and sub—it was pure violence.
Chuyu, a master Dom, knew exactly how to evoke pleasure from his subs. He also knew precisely how to inflict pain. The cold lubricant made Xu Ye shiver as it slid inside his burning core. Every movement of Chuyu's finger elicited uncontrollable gasps and tremors, Xu Ye's body instinctively resisting even as Chuyu withdrew his finger abruptly.
Xu Ye stared at Chuyu in helplessness, unable to guess why he had stopped or what he planned to do next. Chuyu's dark eyes betrayed no emotion as he grabbed Xu Ye's right ankle and pulled his leg further apart, exposing him in a humiliating position. Xu Ye's face flushed with a deep red, and he stayed perfectly still, allowing Chuyu to arrange him as he pleased, exposing his most vulnerable parts.
Chuyu's lips curved into a smirk, though his voice remained as chilly as the night wind. "You're very clean; it seems you prepared yourself well to find a new master. Too bad the one using you isn't Marvin." With that, he pressed two fingers into Xu Ye's entrance, drawing out another scream.
Although the drapes surrounding them concealed the scene from view, they couldn't muffle the sound. Xu Ye's cries gradually silenced the rest of the club, with eyes turning toward the secluded area, speculating on what was transpiring within.
Across the room, the Pharaoh, seated by a window, glanced over and remarked to Tom beside him, "That cunning little guy is finally getting what he deserves."
Tom chuckled, "The Count is usually so composed, but when he gets angry, it's terrifying. This time, Marvin purposely led the boy right into his hands with this performance. It's like watching a spectacular self-sabotage."
"How is this my fault?" Marvin protested from the sofa. "He was the one who came on to me, not the other way around. Besides, disobedient subs need to be taught a lesson if they're going to remember it. I was gracious enough to return him to the Count without a scratch, a gentleman, really—I could have been straight out of a Chinese poem."
Jerry laughed, his eyes crinkling. "Didn't you feel anything? You touched his face, grabbed him by the neck... I seem to recall the Count can't stand it when anyone else touches his property."
Marvin stiffened. "Don't start with that. It was just part of the scene…"
Jerry's eyes sparkled with mischief. "If you ask me, it's pretty clear the Count is attached to that little guy. When you had him between your legs, didn't you feel that icy glare from the sidelines? It was cold enough to freeze water."
"...On second thought, maybe I'll skip the club for the next few months," Marvin said with a scowl.
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