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I gasped from the slap, cheeks burning red now, but I couldn't stop talking, pouting and rambling because that's what I did when he got bossy like this, it pissed him off more and yeah, maybe part of me liked watching him crack. "You're so hard after slapping me look at you, throbbing against me like a desperate perv. But fuck just let me cum."
He laughed a mean, arrogant laugh that made my stomach twist and pulled his hand away completely, leaving me thrusting into nothing, whining loud and pathetic. "Not yet," he taunted, whispering right in my ear, breath hot. "You pissed me off with all that reminder crap beg louder, tell me how much you love my slaps, you little brat."
"No don't stop, you bastard," I snapped, bucking forward uselessly, tears pricking my eyes already because the edging was killing me, but I kept sassing because fuck him and his bossy games. "You're such a sadistic pervert, slapping me and getting harder each time bet you'd come just from hitting me, wouldn't you? slap me again if it makes you feel big, just stroke me, you arrogant fuck, let your cute omega come!"
He brought his oh my fuck such a long tongue leaking my neck and sucking my ear and then his hand was back, stroking slowly again, thumb circling the tip like he was torturing me on purpose. "That's better," he muttered, voice all bossy and satisfied, but I could feel him grinding against my thigh, his cock leaking through his pants now. "Keep talking, see how long I let you last."
I rambled on, pouting and whining between gasps. "See? Harder again you love it, you perv, slapping your stepbrother and edging him in an elevator like some sick boss. Oh goodness faster please, I'm so close, you sadistic asshole, don't pull away again, I can't.. "
He did. Pulled away right as I was teetering, laughing that arrogant laugh while I sobbed out a whine, hips jerking empty. "Pathetic," he said, but his voice was rough, needy, and he ground against me harder.
"Fuck you give it back," I yelled, tears spilling now because it hurt, the denial twisting in my gut, but I kept going, sassy even through the mess. "You're enjoying this too much, slap-happy pervert"
He kept stroking through it, milking me dry, then yanked his hand out and grabbed mine, forcing it down his pants onto his thick, leaking cock. "Your turn," he snapped, bossy and demanding. "Jerk me off, omega, fast, or I'll slap you until you cry harder."
I did, hand shaky but pumping him rough because I was still riding the high, pouting up at him. "Like this, perv? Cuming on my shirt now? You're such a sadistic mess hard from slapping me, drawing porn of it… "
"Shut up," he hissed, but thrust into my fist, arrogant eyes half-lidded. "Faster do it right, you brat."
I rambled more, sassing through the strokes. "Bet you'd slap me while I jerk you go on, do it, show me how much you love being the bossy pervert stepbrother.. "
He just took me in biting my neck so hard I could swear blood came out on some part because I saw red spills on my shirt and then there he was spilling hot over my shirt, soaking through, groaning low like he couldn't hold it back. "Fuck… ArArhhh… s… yess"
We stood there panting, his cum cooling on my shirt, my cheeks red from slaps, and then the anger hit me like a truck, post-orgasm crash making everything raw. I shoved him hard, tears welling up hot and fast. "You're ruining me," I yelled, voice cracking, shoving again even as my legs wobbled. "And for what? Slapping me around like your personal omega toy, getting hard from it you sadistic fuck, I hate you!"
He stumbled back a step, eyes widening for a second, that arrogant mask cracking just a bit, voice dropping vulnerable. "It's not just that, fuck, just be at dinner, okay?."
The elevator dinged then, emergency stop releasing, doors sliding open right as security guy looked in, eyes going wide at the mess cum on the glass, my shirt stained, cheeks slapped red. "Uh. Mm…. everything okay here?"
Si-woo fixed his pants quick, shoving me behind him like he was protecting his dirty secret. "Fine," he snapped, all bossy again. "Just a... family discussion."
I zipped up, pouting through tears, wiping my face. "Yeah, real family bonding," I muttered sarcastic under my breath, but the security guy just raised an eyebrow and stepped aside.
We hurried out, Si-woo grabbing my arm bossy-like, dragging me toward the parking lot. "Get in the car," he ordered. "Dinner's not optional."
I yanked my arm away, still rambling pouty. "Oh sure, after you edged me and slapped me like a perv? Bet you'll draw this too, the elevator cumshot with slaps. You're such a asshole, getting hard from hitting your cute omegamm"
He slapped my arm light warning and pushed me into the passenger seat. "Sit quiet or I'll make it worse."
The car started, and I kept talking, pouting the whole way. "See? Harder already in your pants perv."
He sighed, arrogant but cracking. "Shut up and buckle up."
But I didn't. I rambled on about how he was a bossy sadistic stepbrother who loved slapping his omega, pissing him off with every word, watching him get hard again from the rearview. By the time we pulled up to the house , my cheeks still stung, shirt sticky, tears dried but anger bubbling, and I knew dinner was gonna be a disaster because I couldn't stop reminding him of his pervert secret, and every time he slapped or snapped, he'd get that hard look in his eyes like he enjoyed it too much.