Kapitel 19: Chapter 19
Provoking a Dom impulsively is a very unwise move, especially when they excel at inflicting punishment. Unfortunately, Xu Ye had angered the most dangerous Dom of them all. At this moment, he felt like a piece of meat on a chopping board, ready to be sliced, diced, boiled, or fried at Chuyu's whim. Or like a prisoner bound to the torture rack, suffering endlessly under the masked executioner's hands. Though he had cleaned himself, he hadn't prepared for any penetration, and the two fingers already inside him were more than he could handle. Each deliberate motion—bending and thrusting—kept his body painfully taut and gasping for breath.
The more he tensed, the more it hurt. Chuyu's movements didn't slow in response to his resistance; if anything, they intensified. Xu Ye could hear the sound of the lubricant stirring inside him, mixed with his own sobbing moans, and an overwhelming wave of shame consumed him.
There was no pleasure in this, no gratification—only brutal invasion and a discomfort so intense it made him shudder with fear. Chuyu was making sure he understood fully what it meant to be controlled and violated, just as he had promised—everything under his command.
When a third finger entered him, Xu Ye let out a strangled cry, then fell back, defeated, no longer resisting physically. He lay there like a broken doll, submissively enduring Chuyu's intrusion. It was just one time, he thought. After all, he was a sub; this was bound to happen sooner or later. With nowhere to escape, he resigned himself, trying to numb himself with these thoughts. But as he looked up at those familiar yet cold eyes hidden behind the black feathered mask, a layer of tears blurred his vision.
If it were you, couldn't you at least not do it like this, not here, and not with such an indifferent and cruel expression?
Big tears spilled uncontrollably down his face, soaking into his hair. What was happening to him…? Xu Ye felt disoriented and tried to hide his face, but with his wrists bound, he couldn't. Helplessly, he looked up at the man above him, like a prey animal caught in a trap, trembling with terror and desperation. His tear-filled gaze created an illusion; for a moment, it seemed like there was a hint of softness in the masked eyes. Then, Chuyu's fingers withdrew, the weight pressing down on him suddenly lifted, and the restraints around his hands and feet were removed.
Xu Ye wiped his tears haphazardly and sat up on the sofa, his shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. He didn't dare pull it back up, his entire body tense as he watched Chuyu, who was now removing his gloves. He couldn't understand why Chuyu had suddenly stopped—perhaps he was preparing to do something else to him?
Chuyu sat down on the opposite sofa, a safe distance away, the diameter of the circular couch separating them. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his tone calm.
He'd asked the same question once before. Back at Pavilion 8, when Xu Ye had ignored the rules and cried after being punished, Chuyu, as his Master then, had held him close and said, "Don't worry; I won't break you."
It was the same question, but the circumstances were vastly different. Xu Ye sat with his head bowed, sniffing and trying to calm his shaky breaths. "I don't know…" he said quietly, still trembling from the earlier fear.
"Look up," Chuyu's voice was steady, but it still held an undertone of command that was impossible to ignore.
Almost instinctively, Xu Ye obeyed, raising his head to meet the man's gaze. His eyes, still wet from crying, blinked up at Chuyu like a deer caught in headlights.
"You want to be Marvin's slave, don't you?" Chuyu leaned back, crossing his long legs.
Xu Ye flinched at the question, his lips parting, but no sound came out.
"Do you want to answer my question, or would you rather I continue what we were doing?" The threatening undertone in Chuyu's voice made Xu Ye's heart race, and he stammered out a reply, "I… I just… wanted to find a Master, and he happened to show up, so…"
"Then why didn't you finish carrying out the third command if you'd already made your decision?" Chuyu's eyes behind the mask remained impenetrable.
Xu Ye bit his lip. "I don't know…"
"Come here." The deep voice held a hint of coldness, but the command was unmistakable.
Xu Ye's panic surged. "I don't want to do that in front of others… it feels disgusting… and I don't know how to do it…"
"I said, come here." The second time was colder, the tone even more unyielding.
The overwhelming sense of pressure forced Xu Ye into silence, and with a resigned, stiff posture, he stood up. His shirt, which had been draped behind him, fell to the floor, leaving him fully exposed. His left leg, previously bound, tingled with numbness as he walked slowly to Chuyu, saying nothing.
Chuyu stood up as well, facing him.
The proximity was so close that Xu Ye could feel the man's body heat through his shirt on his own exposed skin, which made him uneasy and tempted to step back. But Chuyu's warm hand on his lower back kept him in place.
"Since you won't tell the truth, we'll have to communicate differently." Chuyu's voice was close to his ear. "I don't want to hear the words 'I don't know' in your next answer. If you say them, I'll have you dumped naked in the busiest part of town. Imagine the headlines—'Successor of the Baihe Group Bares All in Public.' Now, put your hands behind your back and look at me."
Chuyu paused, watching Xu Ye's pale face as he complied, then continued in a low, menacing tone, "From now on, if you move an inch, I'll force myself on you."
Xu Ye stood frozen, his heart racing erratically. When Chuyu's hand moved to his groin, he trembled involuntarily. Soon, the initial fear in his eyes was replaced with surprise as he realized Chuyu wasn't trying to hurt him. Instead, he...
A faint flush crept over Xu Ye's face as his arousal built. His eyelashes trembled like delicate butterfly wings. Under Chuyu's skillful touch, his senses, which had dulled, were being reawakened, inch by inch, and his reason was slipping away.
His breathing grew labored, his heart raced, and his entire body blushed. With Chuyu's command not to look away, Xu Ye's face turned up to the man before him, his gaze somewhere between a plea for mercy and an invitation to continue. The suppressed moans escaping his throat sounded almost intoxicating, filling the secluded space draped in heavy curtains. Xu Ye's entire world had narrowed to the feeling in Chuyu's hand, where he was being mercilessly teased and tormented under another man's control.
Chuyu knew exactly how to ignite Xu Ye's body and guide him to the brink. As a Dom, he had excellent control over his sub. He could read every expression on Xu Ye's face, feel his sensations, and control his desires. Just when Xu Ye was teetering on the edge of release, Chuyu tightened his grip, halting his impending climax.
Xu Ye gasped, his chest rising and falling heavily, desperation clear in his voice. "Please… let go… I can't take it anymore…" His pleas were almost incoherent.
"Answer my question honestly, or don't expect any relief," Chuyu's voice remained calm. "Why did you seek out Marvin?"
"I just… it was a coincidence…" Xu Ye's response turned into a cry as his swollen, sensitive flesh was ruthlessly squeezed, causing him even more agony. He trembled violently, nearly losing his balance.
"If you're not afraid of pain, keep lying." Chuyu's gaze was steady behind the mask.
Driven to despair, Xu Ye looked at him and, with a choked voice, finally blurted out, "I went to him because I needed to forget about you! I wanted a new Dom so I wouldn't keep thinking about you! Marvin, or anyone else—it doesn't matter! But I can't do it! I can't give him head in front of you! I'm a complete idiot! So either let me go or end this!"
His voice, raw and desperate, hung in the air. The silence that followed was absolute; outside the curtains, the only sound was the faint background music as even the murmurs in the room had faded away.
By the window, Marvin had just spit out his drink, coughing violently as his slave gently patted his back. Pharaoh chuckled, saying, "Admitting he tried to use the lion as a stand-in while yelling at the Earl… This kid has more guts than I expected."
Jerry laughed, leaning toward the man next to him. "How amusing. Maybe we should find a little slave like that for ourselves sometime."
Tom shook his head. "A handful like that requires an expert hand. Only the Earl can manage someone like him."
Marvin, recovering from his cough, fumed, "If he ends up in my hands, I swear I'll whip him until he begs for death!"
Pharaoh smiled. "The Earl went to a lot of trouble to make him say those words. If he's chosen someone, would you really dare to whip him, even if he's sent to you?"
Marvin took a deep breath, calming down. "Fine. I'll be the bigger person this time."
Chuyu's gaze softened, and though he didn't release his hold on Xu Ye, he began to move his hand once more. Xu Ye's body, still pent-up with desire, responded instantly. His flushed face turned up to meet Chuyu's half-smiling eyes, humiliation washing over him as his arousal intensified. Why did his body become so sensitive in front of him…?
As the heat between them built to a crescendo, Xu Ye heard Chuyu's voice, low and seductive, "You can move now." And with that, the hand pressing against his lower back drew him close into Chuyu's arms.
Xu Ye's bare skin pressed against Chuyu's, every touch and movement fueling his arousal until, at last, he reached his climax, losing himself entirely. Afterward, he collapsed against Chuyu, sniffing and frowning.
"What's wrong?" Chuyu asked.
"You changed your cologne," Xu Ye mumbled.
"Hm."
"I liked the old one better." Xu Ye's mouth snapped shut, realizing he was being too familiar. It wasn't his business what cologne Chuyu wore. He took a step back, eyes dropping to the stain on Chuyu's pants, his cheeks flushing anew. "I… I got your pants dirty…"
"Put your clothes on." Chuyu didn't seem to mind.
With his underwear in tatters, Xu Ye pulled on his jeans and shirt, then asked cautiously, "May I leave? If you don't want to see me here, I won't come back…"
Chuyu looked at him, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Where do you plan to find a new Dom who can replace me?"
Xu Ye bit his lip, remaining silent.
"I've already given you a chance to leave. There won't be a second one. No matter why you left, Xu Ye, you'll never find someone who can take my place. And I won't let you go again." With those words, Chuyu pressed a white button beside the sofa, and the curtains around them slowly rose, exposing the entire circular seating area to everyone in the room.
In front of the crowd, Chuyu reached up and removed his black feathered mask, tossing it onto the sofa. He looked at Xu Ye, his expression calm but triumphant, and said, "You're not going anywhere."
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