The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 175: The Aftermath of Surrender

Damn it, he thought, his internal voice wailing in despair. I can’t believe I was actually fucked to the point where I lost control of everything... cum and piss everywhere... mixed together like that. This is too much. It is truly, utterly humiliating. How can I ever look him in the face again?

"Shh, be good now. Don’t cry. You did so well. You were amazing." Ethan murmured.

Seeing Julian crying so hard that he began to hiccup, his slender shoulders trembling in waves of distress, Ethan felt a sharp pang of guilt pierce through his haze of satisfaction. He realized he might have pushed the game too far. Flustered and suddenly tender, he began to coax and soothe the person in his arms. His large, warm hand moved constantly up and down Julian’s sweat-drenched back, rubbing in soothing circles, while he pressed soft, apologetic kisses against the damp hair at Julian’s temple.

"Be good, darling. It’s all my fault. I was wrong. I bullied you too much, didn’t I? Please don’t cry anymore, baby. It breaks my heart to hear you sob like this."

Julian, filled with a mix of lingering arousal and indignation, weakly thumped his fist against Ethan’s solid shoulder. "I hate you", the gesture seemed to say, but there was no force behind it. It felt more like a lover’s pout, a coquettish act of acting spoiled rather than a genuine attack. He cried for a few moments longer, letting the shame wash away with the tears, before finally giving in to his exhaustion. He slumped heavily against the man’s warm, broad chest, seeking the comfort of that familiar heartbeat.

"I’m so tired..." He whispered, his voice hoarse: "My waist... it hurts so much..."

Ethan let out a soft, low chuckle. It was a sound that carried a hint of his earlier wickedness but was now overwhelmed by a profound, doting affection. The sound made Julian’s heart skip a beat despite his fatigue. Ethan didn’t say another word. Instead, he efficiently shifted his grip, sliding one arm under Julian’s knees and the other supporting his back, scooping him up effortlessly in a bridal carry. With steady, sure steps, he walked out of the toilet cubicle area.

"Ah!" Julian gasped, startled by the sudden movement. Instinctively, his arms tightened around Ethan’s neck to secure himself: "What... what are you doing now? I don’t want to do it anymore... please..."

"We are going to take a bath." Ethan replied calmly, his tone matter-of-fact as he strode toward the massive bathtub situated on the other side of the luxurious suite: "Or did you plan to stay in this state, covered in mess, and wait for the cleaning staff to find you? Or perhaps you wanted to go to sleep sticky and wet like this?"

The mere mention of "cleaning staff" acted like a trigger. Julian shuddered visibly, the threat from earlier rushing back to his memory. Terrified of being seen, he immediately buried his face deep into the crook of Ethan’s neck, hiding himself completely away from the world. He fell silent instantly, not daring to make another sound or utter a single word of protest. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The bathroom of this VVIP suite was nothing short of a masterpiece of opulence. It was incredibly spacious, lined with high-end marble that gleamed under the soft lighting. The centerpiece was a massive Jacuzzi bathtub, large enough to comfortably accommodate three or four people. Ethan gently lowered Julian onto the wide, marble rim of the tub. The cool stone against his overheated, sensitive skin made Julian shiver, goosebumps rising instantly along his arms and legs. But before the chill could set in, the warmth of the man’s hands returned, cupping his face and rubbing his arms, shielding his senses from the cold.

Ethan turned the gleaming faucets, adjusting the temperature with his own hand to ensure it was perfect, warm enough to soothe, but not hot enough to scald. Once satisfied, he let the water rush into the basin, the sound of the waterfall filling the quiet room.

While waiting for the deep tub to fill, Ethan grabbed a warm, damp towel he had prepared earlier. With infinite patience, he began to wipe Julian’s body. His movements were incredibly meticulous and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough, animalistic violence of their lovemaking just minutes before. He was treating Julian like a fragile piece of porcelain that might crack if handled too firmly.

He wiped Julian’s tear-stained face first, clearing away the salt and the distress. Then he moved to his neck, cleaning away the sweat, before trailing down to his chest and abdomen.

When the warm towel touched his lower belly, which was now flat, soft, and deflated after the release, Julian flinched, shrinking back. The sensation tickled, but more than that, it brought a fresh wave of embarrassment as the image of his bladder emptying flashed through his mind. But Ethan did not allow him to retreat or hide. With a firm but gentle hand, he held Julian in place, patiently cleaning away the chaotic evidence of their passion.

Ethan’s hand then moved lower, reaching the secret garden between Julian’s legs, the area that was messy and sticky with the cocktail of fluids.

At first, Julian wanted to push him away. He wanted to snatch the towel and clean himself, or kick the man out of his sight in a fit of pique. But he was simply too exhausted. His bones felt like jelly, his muscles had turned to water, and his eyelids felt as heavy as lead weights. He had no energy left to fight or to be modest.

Defeated by his own fatigue, he surrendered completely, letting Ethan do whatever he pleased. A few moments later, under the soothing embrace of the rising warm water wrapping around his tired body, and lulled by Ethan’s devoted, attentive service, Julian’s breathing evened out. The tension left his frame, and he drifted off, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep right there in the bathtub, safe in his husband’s care.