The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 112: Edge of Control

"Ah... Take... take them out, please... Mmm..."

The room, which typically carried only a crisp, refreshing scent like any ordinary bedroom, was now pervaded by a warm, llow fragrance, gentle yet insidious. Unbeknownst to him, a jar of aromatic candle had been lit at the bedside at so point.

Under normal circumstances, neither Julian Sterling nor Ethan Caldwell harbored any fondness for artificial scents within their sanctuary. They didn’t even utilize air fresheners, let alone scented candles. Consequently, the mont Ethan had produced this item earlier, Julian had silently scread that sothing was terribly amiss.

True to his foreboding, the wafting fragrance perated every corner of the room, seeping into every single pore of his body and dragging with it an aphrodisiac effect that multiplied the arousal tenfold. Assaulted on all fronts, Julian felt as though he might faint away. His soft, sugary whimpers lted like liquid malt candy, yet they were laced with choked sobs that echoed and lingered ceaselessly within the four walls.

Upon the expansive bed, a fair, pristine body was bound in the most humiliating posture imaginable. His wrists were pulled taut and secured to the headboard, while his legs were chained and spread wide apart, suspended mid-air at the edge of the bed to form a curve that was physically exquisite yet filled with resignation. On his chest, two swollen, ruby-red nipples were clamped tight by cold tal, and around his ankle, a silver bell chid, clink, clink, relentlessly with every struggling rhythm.

Julian clenched his fists tight, arching his body forward as if seeking an anchor, a point of leverage. However, no matter how hard he bit his lip, even to the point of drawing blood, he could not suppress the shattered sounds spilling from his throat.

His face was drenched in a deluge of tears, sweat soaking his temples. His body was so rapidly overstimulated that his thighs trembled uncontrollably. His abdominal muscles tightened, the defined flesh contracting, sucking in, and then heaving violently.

The monotonous buzzing of the vibrating device, mingling with the crisp ring of the silver bell and wet, sloppy moans, made the temperature in the room seem to skyrocket, blazing as hot as an inferno.

Deep inside Julian’s body, he was currently accommodating four entire vibrating eggs. And all four of those diminutive spheres had been ruthlessly adjusted by Ethan Caldwell to their maximum intensity setting.

Obviously, in terms of sheer size and the sensation of fullness, those four inanimate toys could never compare to Ethan’s scalding, veiny manhood. However, the frequency of that maddening, numbing vibration, combined with the sheer volu of four orbs stuffed inside, forced him to experience a sensation that was contradictory to the extre: he felt stretched to the point of pain, yet simultaneously so euphoric he was on the verge of blacking out.

Julian’s legs curled up, his toes gripping tightly, seemingly on the brink of a cramp as waves of pleasure crashed over him like a tsunami, one after another, granting him not a single second of respite.

"Hubby, hic... Hubby..." His voice shattered, sobbing like a bullied child: "Take them out... I can’t take it anymore... Mmm..."

"If I take them out, will you be satisfied, hmm?" Ethan leaned in close to his ear, his deep, husky voice laced with danger as he breathed hot air onto the sensitive shell of Julian’s ear.

The clothes on Ethan’s body had been torn off at so point, revealing a robust physique with firm, sculpted muscles under the flickering candlelight. The colossal giant between his legs held its head high, veiny and aggressive. Ethan pressed down onto Julian, deliberately using his hand to grasp Julian’s mber, forcing it to rub against his own.

Two scorching swords slid against one another, sticky with pre-cum. The frantic stimulation from the outside, resonating with the storm raging inside, caused Julian’s eyes to roll back. He opened his mouth to gasp for air, yet it seed he still could not breathe.

And yet... it was still not enough.

His nether regions were being driven to a maddening itch by that damnable pill. Although there were four vibrating eggs ploughing wildly inside him, they rely vibrated in the shallow areas. They could not touch the deepest point, could not extinguish the starving thirst screaming from that greedy little mouth.

In his delirium, Julian yearned desperately for the sensation of being filled by Ethan. He missed every savage thrust that felt as though it would pierce through his stomach. He missed the searing skin-on-skin collision, the feeling of being sore yet full, satisfied to the very core of his soul.

Uncomfortable, yet blissful. Empty, yet filled.

Julian shook his head violently, tears flying in all directions. "No... I don’t want this... Ah... um..." He bit his lower lip, trying to swallow back the moans. "I want you only... hic... Hubby... give it to ..."

Julian stared fixedly at Ethan with eyes that were soaking wet and rimd red with lust. His flushed face, his soft, yielding voice, and that pleading cry of "Hubby" acted like a lit match thrown into a keg of gunpowder, nearly causing Ethan’s rationality to explode.

His mber twitched, hard to the point of aching, leaking pulses of sticky fluid onto Julian’s abdon. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Ethan buried his head in the crook of Julian’s neck, biting and sucking voraciously like a wild beast, leaving behind a constellation of crimson ownership marks on the porcelain-white skin.

He was having to use every ounce of his strength to hold himself back.

Ethan truly wanted to imdiately pull out all those miscellaneous toys, throw them on the ground, and then personally thrust in, fuck him to death, make him cry beneath his body.

But he couldn’t. It wasn’t enough yet, he couldn’t let Julian off that easily.

A mont later, Ethan moved up with difficulty. He reached out, adjusting the vibrating eggs to temporarily pause their activity.

The buzzing sound died out instantly. The space fell into silence, save for the sound of heavy panting.

Only then was Julian granted a reprieve, he exhaled sharply like a drowning man catching a lifebuoy. His entire body was slick with sweat, sticky and slippery. His legs were still trembling uncontrollably. He looked at Ethan with pitiful, watery eyes, pouting his lips to act spoiled. "Hubby... my legs hurt..."

"Right here?"

Hearing this, Ethan felt a pang of distress. Normally, it was true that the two of them could have very rough sex, but he always paid attention to Julian’s body. His darling’s skin was tender and soft; just a slightly rough touch would leave marks that wouldn’t fade for days. Therefore, no matter how vigorous the lovemaking got, Ethan would always be mindful; he couldn’t make Julian kneel for too long, nor could he keep him in one position forever.

Otherwise, the next day, Julian would be crying and complaining of pain all day long.