The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 115: Turning the Tables
Ethan Caldwell let out a bitter, helpless laugh, while his hand gently stroked along Julian Sterling’s naked spine, which was slick with a sheen of sweat, in a soothing motion to comfort him. The man’s voice was incredibly soft and tender, gentle enough to make anyone’s heart melt away completely: "Alright, alright, I am truly sorry, my darling. I promise that I will not hit you ever again in the future. However, you must also be good. You need to learn how to cherish and value your own self, do you understand that?"
"Julian, there might be certain situations that put us at a disadvantage, but no matter how difficult or arduous things become, as long as we remain calm and composed, we can solve absolutely anything together. But if you keep placing yourself in such dangerous and perilous situations, then we cannot. If something were to happen to you, I would not be able to remain calm either, I would lose my mind."
Ethan Caldwell’s naked and honest confession caused the resentment and sulkiness in Julian’s heart to fade away significantly. He also knew deep down that this man was incredibly worried about him. However, the matter of being spanked on his buttocks like that made it impossible for Julian to bear it; his lips protruded in a pout that seemed to stretch out for a mile. Julian raised his swollen, puffy eyes to look up at Ethan, resolutely refusing to say a single word, nor did he promise that he would be obedient or behave himself.
He was truly so stubborn and obstinate that he would not listen to a word anyone said.
Ethan could only shake his head and let out a long, weary sigh.
Remembering the day back then when he promised Grandpa Arthur that he would marry Julian, Ethan had simply thought, quite naively, that he would be bringing home a mobile flower vase, someone docile, timid, and decorative. At that time, he had secretly told himself that it did not matter if the boy was a little useless. As long as he was obedient, it was fine, for Ethan had more than enough strength and resources to support and provide for him.
Who could have ever expected that this person was not useless in the slightest, but was actually incredibly talented, sharp, and astute? In return, however... he was not obedient or well-behaved at all. Not only did he know how to set traps for his own husband, but he also possessed audacity that reached the heavens, voluntarily turning himself into bait and then falling straight into the hands of the enemy. He was obstinate, stubborn, and pig-headed, refusing to listen to anyone.
Ethan truly did not know where on earth he had learned such a difficult and high-maintenance temperament.
"Take them out for me... it is uncomfortable..." At this moment, Julian sniffled and spoke up, cutting right through Ethan’s wandering train of thought. Ethan paused, stunned for a brief moment, before suddenly remembering that inside Julian’s body, he was still holding four vibrating eggs.
Wow, he had managed to hold them in for quite a long time indeed.
Ethan’s fingers slid gradually down the seductive groove of Julian’s spine all the way to his coccyx, and he even mischievously rubbed and pressed down a few times with bad intent. A numbing sensation spread out, causing Julian’s body to turn as limp and soft as water. He shot a side-glance at Ethan filled with warning. Only then did the man agree to move his hand, his fingertips slowly forcing their way into the twitching and contracting entrance.
"Mmh... Slowly... that is too deep..."
Before he could hook them out, Ethan’s finger seemed to deliberately push the four vibrating eggs even deeper inside, lightly grazing against the sensitive spot deep within Julian, causing his entire body to tremble violently.
While Ethan was fumbling to pull the slippery vibrating eggs out one by one, Julian also managed to remove that hateful chastity cage at the base of his penis from his own body. The two of them were entangled with each other, struggling for quite a long session before they managed to deal with all the miscellaneous toys on Julian’s body. By this time, the bedsheet beneath his body was completely soaked. It was drenched by a mixture of the semen he had ejaculated himself, bodily fluids, and lubricant gel. Everything was chaotically sticky and clung together, creating a scene of debauchery that was messy enough to make anyone blush crimson.
Julian, having been relieved, lay there completely limp. However, Ethan’s member remained erect, proudly pointing towards the sky, with blue veins bulging densely across it because all this time he had only been allowed to look but not to eat.
Julian glanced at that terrifying object, and suddenly a few wicked thoughts flashed through his mind. thus, Julian curled his lips into a smirk. While Ethan still did not know what was happening, he was pushed down onto the bed by Julian.
Without letting the man have time to react, Julian lay on top of his body, lowering his head to capture and claim those thin lips.
It was a kiss meant as an attack, not a gentle exchange of affection.
Very quickly, the male instinct surged, and Ethan turned from guest to host, regaining the initiative. The two kissed with intense ferocity, lips and tongues intertwining, while the heavy, panting sounds of men’s breathing echoed throughout the room. Below, their naked bodies rubbed against each other, raising the temperature to a maddening degree.
A long while later, when the two reluctantly separated, a silver thread of saliva still stretched between their lips, glistening with a suggestive, watery sheen. Julian lay prone on Ethan’s sturdy chest, lifting his eyes to look at him: "Do you still want to punish me anymore?"
His voice was soft and broken by panting breaths, giving a feeling that his spoiled manner could be lethal.
Ethan shook his head, his gaze holding a hint of infatuation as he looked at Julian. Just as he raised his hand intending to embrace that seductive bare back, he suddenly froze. Only then did Ethan realize with astonishment that, at some point unknown to him, his hands had been tied to the bedframe by Julian. Using the very same leather strap that he had used earlier to punish this brat.
Ethan’s eyes darkened slightly, turning dangerously dim, yet they also concealed a trace of interest. He looked at the young man sitting on top of him, who was smiling with eyes crinkled shut, looking exactly like a little fox that had just successfully pulled off a heist.
Julian spread his legs apart, sitting firmly on Ethan’s waist. His full, jiggly buttocks rubbed and slid back and forth over Ethan’s swollen, scorching hot penis, the contact teasingly intermittent. Meanwhile, his own penis rubbed against the firm abdominal muscles in front, creating a friction filled with stimulation.
Julian exhaled a breath of pure satisfaction. he sprawled over Ethan’s body, whispering into his ear: "Now... it is my turn."
Obviously, Julian’s strength was limited, and he could not possibly use all the tricks and methods that Ethan had just played on his body to pay this man back. The position was incorrect, and his strength was also insufficient. However, Julian knew perfectly well how to make this man go crazy, to cure him of the habit of punishing him.
So, Julian swept his gaze over the toys still scattered around the bed, then fixed his eyes on the storage bag that Ethan had thrown onto the bed earlier, smiling slyly.
The pill that Ethan had stuffed into him earlier was still in effect; Julian’s nether regions were still hot and throbbing, screaming with hunger and thirst. It demanded, desiring a thick, coarse object to force its way inside his body and aggressively pound him to pieces.
Thus, Julian grinned, looking extremely naughty and corrupted. He slowly climbed off Ethan’s body, but did not step all the way down to the ground. Julian sat on the edge of the bed, then changed his posture to kneel prone on the mattress, his knees spread apart, leaning his body slightly toward the bag on the floor, and just like that, he lowered his center of gravity to rummage through the items in the bag.
This posture... was truly seductive to a lethal degree.
His entire round, firm buttocks, crisscrossed with pinkish whip marks that had not yet fully faded, were thus lifted high, resting perfectly within Ethan’s line of sight. From his angle, under the dim and faint candlelight, he could fully admire the smooth curve of the waist and the taut fullness of that rear. Furthermore... he could even see the small, soaked, bright red mouth that was twitching and contracting in invitation.
All this time, Ethan had not been able to release even once. Being struck in the eyes by this magnificent scene of debauchery, he felt his penis jerk violently, throbbing with pain as if it were about to explode at any moment.
