The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 313: A Drop of Torment (R21)

Naturally, Ethan Caldwell would never let Julian Sterling push that vibrating egg out so easily. Otherwise, it would have been a complete waste of effort for Ethan Caldwell to ask if Julian Sterling wanted to continue playing.

Therefore, right at the exact mont when Julian Sterling was exerting his absolute best effort to push the vibrating egg out of his opening, completely oblivious to the shifting dynamics happening beside him, Ethan Caldwell had already slowly stepped out of the bed at so unknown point in ti. In the dimly lit room, the man extended his long, slender arm to pick up the scented candle glass resting on the nightstand, gently swirling his wrist a little bit to let the liquid inside undulate.

The liquid wax, lted by the heat of the tiny flickering fla, sloshed along the inside of the glass rim. It possessed a transparent golden hue just like pure honey, and when Ethan Caldwell gently swirled the glass, it imdiately exuded a faintly soothing fragrance that perated into the tranquil air.

Ethan Caldwell simply lowered his gaze to look at the candle glass in his hand, and then he shifted his profound eyes toward Julian Sterling, who was gritting his teeth in a desperate attempt to expel the vibrating egg from his own body. The surrounding atmosphere seed to grow even more ambiguous and suggestive.

The man curled the corners of his lips into a soft chuckle, a smile profoundly laced with teasing. He was in absolutely no rush to do anything; instead, he rely tilted the rim of the glass slowly, allowing a stream of molten wax to lightly touch the skin on the back of his own hand.

The temperature of that liquid was not scorching at all, it rely brought a sufficiently warm sensation, while simultaneously harboring an incredibly slippery feeling. Clearly, it was nothing like ordinary illuminating candle wax.

If it were a regular candle, upon dripping such a thin drop, it would instantly cool down and rapidly dry into rigid wax streaks after coming into contact with another object. However, this special kind of liquid was exceptionally smooth and sleek, it slowly glided along the skin of Ethan Caldwell’s hand, then dropped straight down onto the surface of the bed before quickly seeping deep into the soft mattress sheet. On the man’s large hand at this mont, there was only a glistening trace left behind, looking exactly like a layer of massage oil that had just glided across the skin, completely devoid of clumping into bulky wax patches.

This was inherently an intimate toy exclusively designed for bedroom pleasures, so naturally, it had to feature a special and absolutely safe design.

anwhile, Julian Sterling on the bed remained completely oblivious to Ethan Caldwell’s actions, he was solely dedicating his entire mind to intensely focusing on the difficult task he was currently undertaking. The act of pushing a vigorously operating vibrating egg out of one’s own body was truly a kind of punishnt that could easily drive a person to the brink of madness.

Those tallic eggs nestled deep inside were still frantically shaking and pressing against the intestinal walls, causing the soft ripples of flesh to automatically clench tight in accordance with physiological habits in order to retain the foreign object. Julian Sterling had to exert strength to stiffen both of his long, slender legs, taking deep breaths to try and command his body to relax, and then slowly using pressure to push it out of his opening bit by bit.

On his smooth forehead, drenched drops of sweat were already dotting the surface, and his legs trembled ceaselessly from exhaustion. He slightly parted his red, plump lips, continuously panting while unconsciously letting out utterly enchanting moans.

Almost... just a little bit more and it would be out...

"Argh~"

The gates of paradise seed to slam shut right before Julian Sterling’s eyes at the crucial mont. It was obvious that the massive vibrating egg had traveled to the border and was on the verge of falling out, but suddenly, from high above, sothing in liquid form dropped straight into the very center of his slightly parted opening. An incredibly damp, exceptionally slippery sensation, accompanied by a wave of unexpected burning heat, suddenly struck him.

That drop of oil wax from earlier, when dripped onto Ethan Caldwell’s hand, clearly only brought a harmlessly warm feeling, yet for that pitiful opening that had been continuously tended to up until now, the area had grown imnsely fragile and hypersensitive to the point of being unable to withstand any further stimulation. The minuscule heat from that drop of oil at this mont was potent enough to stimulate it to the extre, causing it to instantly shrink back and tighten inward uncontrollably.

That natural reflex ant that the vibrating egg resting at the exit was imdiately forced backward deep into his body by the fleshy walls, not to ntion the fact that the vibration frequency of the toy was still continuing to operate at a maddening and relentless pace.

This overwhelmingly imnse and sudden stimulation made it impossible for Julian Sterling to hold back any longer, causing him to let out a loud, piercing scream; his depleted strength made his legs completely collapse, unable to continue supporting the weight of his body. His flat stomach imdiately slamd heavily onto the mattress surface, or more accurately, it slamd into the soft pillow that Ethan Caldwell had carefully placed under Julian Sterling well in advance.

This impact caused the vibrating eggs nestled inside his body to be compressed even more fiercely. Julian Sterling was almost tornted by them from the inside out to the point where his eyes beca vacant and unfocused; even his masculine organ at the front, despite having just been released not long ago, now stood erect and hardened once again under the high-intensity stimulation.

In the mont his mind was spinning, he genuinely did not know whether he should feel elated or grateful that Ethan Caldwell had rcifully extracted that cold, tallic urethral plug for Julian Sterling beforehand. Because if it had not been for that action, then with that freefall collapse onto the mattress just now... if that plug had directly rubbed against and pierced violently into that soft pillow under his weight...

Just imagining that horrifying scenario in his head alone instantly made Julian Sterling feel his arms and legs turn weak and powerless. His brain could hardly fathom just how brutal that eye-rolling, mind-numbing pleasure would be.

That was right, it was exactly pleasure.

The entirety of the physical and ntal torture that Julian Sterling had to endure from the beginning until now was, in essence, the ultimate peak of euphoria, completely devoid of any lingering discomfort or pain.

It took a long while after he tried to pause for a mont to laboriously catch his breath, striving to regain the little bit of lucid consciousness he had left, before Julian Sterling could slowly turn his head backward, glaring intently at Ethan Caldwell standing there as he asked in a hoarse voice: "What on earth did you just do?"

But naturally, his gaze, currently brimming with glistening, reddened mist, could not possibly carry a single shred of actual lethal threat toward Ethan Caldwell. And it was also right at this mont, through his blurry vision, that Julian Sterling faintly managed to clearly see the glowing candle glass resting neatly in Ethan Caldwell’s hand.

Ethan Caldwell not only harbored no intention of hiding it, but he also deliberately used his hand to swirl the golden liquid beautifully sloshing inside that glass, continuing to curl the corners of his mouth into a sly, mischievous smile as he threw back a question: "How does it feel? Do you like it?"

Following every slow and rhythmic swirling motion made by Ethan Caldwell, that peculiar fragrance continued to diffuse into the air, growing increasingly abundant and thick. Concurrently at this ti, through his body’s perception, Julian Sterling had also swiftly realized a truth: the sensitive spot that had just been accidentally touched by this drop of hot oil wax was right now transmitting a tingling wave of heat from deep beneath the skin.

It was absolutely not an uncomfortable, burning sensation caused by thermal burns... rather, it was akin to an itching prickle that reached down to the very marrow of his bones, an empty, restless feeling as though he was yearning for soone to touch it forcefully with their hand for release.

It was an aphrodisiac scented candle after all, its oil substance naturally possessed an arousal-inducing effect as well.

Even though only a single tiny drop fell, it landed directly on Julian Sterling’s most vulnerable and delicate spot. Not to ntion, because his opening kept continuously contracting and expanding, it caused that drop of wax oil to slowly seep right into the entrance leading inside.

It was not rely an itching sensation at the opening, the soft flesh inside had also begun to tingle intensely as if going on a riot. Julian Sterling slightly squird his body, sobbing softly: "I feel so uncomfortable... please take the vibrating eggs out..."

"Don’t you like them anymore?"

Julian Sterling shook his head: "I don’t want them anymore."

"Lie down on your back again, I will take them out for you."

Julian Sterling looked at Ethan Caldwell with evident suspicion, only to see the man placing the scented candle glass back onto the nightstand. The man’s posture of sitting and waiting by the edge of the bed made it seem as though Ethan Caldwell truly intended to extract all those vibrating eggs out of Julian Sterling’s body for him.

He felt it was not entirely trustworthy, but there was simply no other way out.