The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 110: A Lesson Etched in Pleasure

Julian Sterling was tormented by Ethan Caldwell to the point where his eyes were flushed crimson and brimming with unshed tears. Two or three droplets finally escaped, sliding down his cheeks to contrast starkly against his porcelain-white skin. This sight only served to drive the observer further into madness, captivated by such an alluring display of vulnerability.

Julian’s body arched high, his skin flushing a deep, feverish red like a cooked prawn. He trembled all over, shaking from the intense waves of pleasure that were being ruthlessly suppressed right at the very gates of paradise.

Julian was so uncomfortable that he began to sob brokenly, his mouth mumbling a string of curses, calling Ethan a bastard. The man in question, however, maintained an air of extreme tenderness. Ethan leaned in, carefully wiping away the tear tracks staining the younger man’s cheek, before placing a feather-light kiss upon the damp skin.

"Be good now, don’t cry. Just wait for me a little longer."

Julian could do nothing but glare at him with eyes that were wet and swimming with a profound sense of grievance.

But once Ethan Caldwell had resolved to punish him properly, he was not so easily swayed by a show of tears. He appeared as a man with a heart of stone, showing absolutely no intention of stopping. Although Ethan knew he had to maintain a certain boundary - he would never play too roughly and risk injuring his precious darling - he also believed that certain lessons had to be taught thoroughly. They needed to be etched into the very bone so that Julian would remember them for a long time to come.

By now, Ethan had gained a deeper understanding of his spouse’s character. Initially, he had thought Julian was timid and easily bullied. That could not be further from the truth, deep within Julian’s bones lay a personality so stubborn that no one could shake it. On the surface, Julian might obediently agree to everything, but the moment he turned his back, he would proceed with whatever he had chosen to do, absolutely unwilling to change his course.

Therefore, Ethan did not allow his heart to soften before this pitiful, aggrieved display. If he let Julian off the hook this time, the younger man would simply throw himself into danger again at the next opportunity.

Ethan also could not bear to drag him out and beat him painfully. And in all honesty, even if he did resort to physical discipline, with Julian’s tendency to let advice roll off him like "water off a duck’s back," those admonishments would simply blow away with the wind.

He could only discipline him in bed, using overwhelming pleasure to tame him.

Thinking of this, Ethan narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over Julian’s body. Julian’s hands were bound tightly to the headboard, while his legs were pulled wide apart into a humiliating M-shape, completely exposing his most private area. His member was erect and engorged with blood, veins popping along the shaft, yet it was granted no mercy, a ring at the base constricted it tightly, leaving no avenue for release. Below that, the small, pink entrance contracted ceaselessly, pulsing rhythmically in time with his breathing. Perhaps because it had become so accustomed to making love, that area had gradually formed a conditioned reflex, unconsciously yearning to be filled so the body could sink deep into euphoria.

Ethan observed that small entrance intently, then used his rough fingertips to gently rub the folds on the outside. It had only been a few days since they last did this, yet the tight opening was as snug as it had been in the beginning. Now, it trembled beneath Ethan’s palm, twitching and straining as if trying to suck his finger inside.

"Mmm..."

Even Julian’s unconscious moan was now drenched in the scent of lust, humming softly and limply in a way that stirred the heart more than ever before.

Although that small entrance had been bullied by Ethan’s massive member countless times, the area was not originally created for sexual acts. No matter how familiar the body was with the process, or how aroused Julian might be, a little external massage was not enough to make it secrete lubricant on its own. Ethan patiently massaged and kneaded for a long time, stretching it open little by little, until the small mouth finally swallowed his finger whole.

The intrusion of the thick, rough finger caused Julian to whimper softly. He felt a slight sense of fullness below, but it was not overly uncomfortable. He kicked his feet instinctively, causing the silver bells to chime crisply once more, the sound echoing through the quiet room.

Suddenly, Ethan withdrew his finger abruptly, leaving Julian with a hollow sense of loss. Julian watched as the man turned around to reach for a small glass jar. In the dim light of the night, Julian saw him take out a capsule. Its outer shell was transparent and incredibly thin, revealing a viscous, amber-colored liquid swirling alluringly inside.

Julian could not explain how anyone managed to contain liquid inside a capsule like that, but the object still radiated a sense of danger that made him unconsciously clench his buttocks tight.

Ethan would never give him a chance to escape. He used one hand to slightly lift Julian’s hips. Then, the man used two fingers to spread the shying entrance wide open. This action made Julian panic, and he tried to twist his body to dodge, but how could his bound body possibly escape the clutches of this old wolf?

Pop.

The cold capsule was pushed deep into the rectal passage.

In truth, the pill was not large and did not cause much sensation, aside from the slight discomfort of a foreign object intruding into his body. However, the feeling of the capsule suspended there, pressing slightly against the interior of his passage, made Julian feel restless and uneasy.

Ethan poured a generous amount of lubricating gel into his palm, warming it slightly with his body heat before inserting a finger. Following the gel as a conductor, his finger slid deep inside. Ethan slowly massaged the hot, fleshy walls, his fingertip moving back and forth dexterously as if hunting for prey, constantly caressing and chasing after the capsule hidden within.

Julian threw his head back, his toes curling from the intense stimulation below, and a broken moan spilled from his throat: "Ah... mmm!"