The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 108: Bound and Exposed

By the ti Ethan Caldwell finally decided to show a shred of rcy and release his hold on the leg, Julian Sterling’s slender ankle had been kissed until it was flushed a deep crimson, speckled with wet, suggestive traces of their intimacy. His entire body felt light and boneless, soft and pliable as if he had been intoxicated by several bottles of strong liquor, his mind beginning to spin in a dizzying whirlwind of ecstasy.

Under the relentless and intense stimulation, his shaft below had beco erect to the point of aching, tightly bound and constricted within the cotton fabric of his small briefs. The skin all over his body, which was originally fair and pristine, was now coated in a flush of pink, rich with the scent of eroticism. He looked exactly like a gourt feast ticulously arranged, exuding a sweet fragrance, just waiting for Ethan Caldwell to pick up his knife and fork to savor the al.

Julian could sense very clearly the increasingly heavy, chaotic breathing of the man looming over him. Both of his hands were tied securely to the headboard, causing him to lose the ability to resist with his upper body, but as they say, adversity breeds wisdom, or in Julian’s case... adversity breeds mischief.

Did Ethan really think that rely binding his hands would be enough to seal away his innate bratty nature?

Julian narrowed his eyes, summoning his courage to lift one leg. The soft, warm sole of his foot pressed flat and rubbed lightly along the other man’s solid inner thigh, teasing and testing the waters. Then, the foot paused, before grinding full of implication against the crotch that was currently bulging into an imposing tent of Ethan Caldwell.

"Tell , where on earth did you learn these perverted tricks, huh?"

Ethan did not answer right away. His large hand caught the mischievous foot that was wreaking havoc, but instead of pushing it away or punishing it, he used his strength to press it down further, aiding Julian in trampling upon and massaging his boiling desire.

That action of debauched indulgence was accompanied by a series of fragntary kisses. Ethan bent down, planting a loud, sloppy smooch right on the lips that were pouting out in annoyance, pecking lightly several tis in succession.

In return for his affection, he received a sharp glare, keen as a knife’s edge, from Julian.

What kind of person becos more and more depraved as ti goes on!

Julian cursed silently in his mind. He had no idea if this man had been hanging out with a bad crowd, or if he had been secretly reading so illicit pornographic materials to learn these hooligan habits that were completely unbecoming of his status.

Since he already bore the reputation of a rogue, Ethan decided he might as well play the villain to the very end. After taking advantage of Julian’s lips to his heart’s content, he switched targets, planting loud, wet kisses on the chubby cheeks that were puffing up in anger. His voice was hoarse, issuing a low command:

"Be good now, spread your legs."

As he spoke, his hand slid down with practiced ease, delivering a resounding spank onto Julian’s plump, upturned buttocks, signaling him to quickly be obedient and open his legs wide.

But if Julian knew how to listen and obey imdiately, he would not be Julian anymore.

The innate rebelliousness in his bones rose to the surface; he absolutely loved the sensation of provoking Ethan. His long, smooth legs not only refused to separate, but they also suddenly lifted high, wrapping around Ethan’s firm, muscular waist, and then clamping tight like industrial-strength glue.

He lifted his chin, issuing a challenge: "I just won’t spread them, so what are you going to do about it?"

"Hmm?"

Ethan was clamped tight by the legs but did not rush to pry them off. Instead, he held firmly onto Julian’s hips, a smile of unfathomable depth spreading across his face: "Then don’t you dare regret this later, alright?"

Hey, hey, wait a minute...

If he hadn’t smiled, it might have been fine, but smiling in that specific way made Julian start to feel a cold chill running down the back of his neck. That threatening, predatory smile caused Julian’s courage to plumt straight down to his heels.

I regret it right now, okay? Please let my legs go! I’m sorry, I spoke without thinking!

You hateful jerk! You just love to bully people. You’re just relying on your bigger size to oppress !

Outwardly, Julian still pouted and grumbled, acting spoiled as he repeated the chorus of "you bully all the ti", hoping against hope to find so leniency. But it seed that this trick was completely useless with Ethan today. He did not bother to argue or bicker with Julian’s obstinate leg lock.

However, that terrifying silence, that calm expression as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, made Julian’s heart drum frantically against his ribs. His intuition scread that this silence was rely the calm before a massive storm.

Sure enough, bad premonitions are never wrong.

Under the dim, ambient light, Julian stared wide-eyed as Ethan produced a round object, adorned with peculiar textured spikes and tassels - it was a goat-eye ring. This object was all too familiar, or rather, it was a terrifying obsession and a source of horror for Julian. Just seeing it caused the traumatic flashback from their previous lovemaking session to co rushing back, making Julian’s waist turn soft and weak, draining him of all strength.

The mory of that rough friction, the crazy ravaging to the point of misery last ti made his scalp go numb.

Julian was scared enough to want to shrink back into a ball, but that bastard Ethan was intentionally teasing him. He held the ring, swinging it back and forth in front of Julian’s face like a hypnotist, his voice low and rumbling. It sounded caring on the surface, but in reality, it was incredibly inviting of a punch: "Last ti you seed to like this thing a lot, didn’t you? Do you want to revisit old mories?"

Like it, my foot!

Julian scread miserably inside his heart. Damn it, the one who liked it was you! Wasn’t I the one pounded by you until I was hovering between life and death, crying and begging until my throat was hoarse? And you still have the audacity to say I liked it?

But before Julian could even open his mouth to spew a stream of curses, Ethan seed to read his thoughts perfectly. He clicked his tongue, pretending to be regretful: "Well, let’s put it away in storage for today then. I also don’t have much interest in using this right now."

Hearing this, Julian felt his chest lighten slightly, and he was just about to sigh in relief when imdiately, the man’s next sentence completely blocked his escape route: "Today, I have prepared sothing else for you, sothing far more fascinating and interesting."

What?

Just hearing those words, Julian’s nerves pulled taut as violin strings, and his gluteal muscles unconsciously tightened in sheer tension.

Ethan threw the goat-eye ring to the side of the bed with a careless thud, then suddenly looked up. His gaze swept over Julian’s face, which had turned pale, before moving down to the bed fra. He then leisurely stepped down onto the floor.

This strange sequence of actions left Julian in a state of extre confusion and panic. His eyes darted around in the semi-darkness, trying to crane his neck to see exactly what kind of trick Ethan was planning. In truth, the man did not go far. He simply bent down, his long fingers groping underneath the bed fra as if searching for so secret chanism.

Click.

A small, tallic sound rang out. Monts later, Julian watched in horror as Ethan pulled out a concealed compartnt that had been intricately designed right into the bed fra. From the darkness of the drawer, he withdrew a shiny tal latch attached to a chain, and the other end of the chain was connected to a glossy black leather cuff.

Just looking at its structure, Julian knew exactly where his fate was heading.

This was bondage. This was imprisonnt.

Even though he understood the situation with perfect clarity, Julian could not fly away even if he sprouted wings. He could only stare helplessly as Ethan skillfully secured the soft but sturdy leather cuff onto his ankle.

The thing worth ntioning was that, even in the midst of this hooligan-like behavior, Ethan still displayed a level of ticulousness that was unnerving. He carefully adjusted the leather cuff so that it did not press upon or get entangled with the silver bell anklet Julian was already wearing.

After locking the left leg tight, he calmly stepped to the opposite side of the bed, retrieving a similar chain from the hidden compartnt on that side.

Clink.

The sound of the chains colliding was cold and crisp. Julian swallowed hard, feeling distinctly as his two legs were pulled taut by the force of the chains, forced to spread wide to the sides to their absolute limit.

His two hands were tied tight to the headboard, and his two legs were chained wide apart to the sides of the bed fra. His entire body now ford a humiliating M-shape, fully exposing all of his most private, vulnerable places before the eyes of the predator.

He lay there, panting heavily, completely at the rcy of the man to do with as he pleased.