The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 314: Stubborn Provocation

Julian struggled to turn his body around, right now, even a slight movent like this was enough to leave him drenched in sweat. The vibrating eggs inside him had already been adjusted to a lower setting by Ethan, no longer inflicting the sa torture as they did in the beginning. However, the faint stinging sensation radiating from the spots that had co into contact with the oil wax of that scented candle was by no ans gentle either.

Fortunately, only a small spot at his entrance had been touched earlier. Although this special candle wax existed in an incredibly slippery liquid form, the amount that dripped down was not much, so it did not spread too deeply inside his body. Otherwise, with his current level of sensitivity, Julian definitely would not have been able to endure the stimulation from this bizarre temperature.

At this mont, Julian was forced to lie flat on his back on the massive bed. His slender waist had been carefully propped up by Ethan with an exceptionally soft cotton pillow to alleviate the pressure. Julian’s long, slender legs were forced to spread wide apart, while his entire pelvis was firmly held by the man’s large hands and lifted slightly higher than the surface of the mattress. Even though deep down, Julian felt perfectly clear that lying on his stomach and utilizing gravity would make it much easier to pull that string of vibrating eggs out of his body compared to this embarrassingly exposed posture. But whatever, his strength was completely depleted. Ethan could do as Ethan pleased, Julian simply had no energy left to put up a fight.

However, there was no way the man before his eyes would let Julian off the hook so swiftly and easily. Ethan’s rough fingers, carrying a scorching heat, had clearly reached the very entrance of Julian’s softened, continuously twitching and pulsing opening, ready to push inside and retrieve the foreign objects. Yet, at the very last second, that motion abruptly halted halfway. The sudden sense of deprivation made Julian unable to hold back from blinking open his mist-filled eyes. He dazedly looked up straight at the man, his voice hoarse and filled with questioning: "What’s wrong?"

Catching that captivating gaze, Ethan slowly bent down and planted a deep, wet kiss onto Julian’s swollen red lips. Only after reluctantly pulling away did Ethan leisurely drop a teasing remark: "Suddenly, I don’t want to take them out anymore."

Hearing that shaless statent, Julian angrily lifted one of his legs. Even though the muscles in his leg were utterly sore and trembling to the point of no longer obeying his brain’s commands, Julian still managed to deliver a light kick to the man’s hip as a show of force. Naturally, with his currently feeble strength, that kick was as soft as cotton, possessing absolutely no practical damage that could affect the solid muscles of the tall man. But Julian stubbornly did it anyway out of spite, just to vent the surging resentnt choked up in his chest.

Just by looking at this sowhat childish display of resistance from Julian, Ethan was observant enough to realize that the young man had managed to recover a fraction of his strength after their first round. In truth, the frequency of their lovemaking during this period had been quite intense. Thanks to that, Julian’s body had gradually been trained by Ethan to adapt to this fierce bedroom intimacy far better than before. A night of fiercely battling it out three or four tis was now an incredibly normal occurrence for them. The main reason Ethan intentionally stopped, setting aside an empty window of ti for Julian to breathe and rest in between, was because Ethan feared Julian was still not entirely accustod to the use of a leather whip for added stimulation.

Taking in the sight of those sparkling eyes overflowing with radiant moisture, along with the delicate face that was flushed red from lust yet still had energy to shoot sharp, glaring looks at him, Ethan completely let go of his worries and felt thoroughly assured about Julian’s physical condition.

Well then, naturally, they had to keep playing.

Truthfully, Ethan’s facial features during normal tis, whenever he was clad in a stern business suit, always emanated a profoundly cold and distant aura. However, once he got into bed... How should one put it correctly? Occasionally, Julian would get the feeling that the teasing expression on that flawless face looked truly a bit despicable and roguish.

Fine, Julian told himself inwardly that no matter what, in the original setting, this man was never exactly a righteous and honorable protagonist to begin with, so it was completely unnecessary for Ethan to always maintain the dignified facade of a perfect gentleman. Nevertheless, this wicked half-smile of Ethan’s always had the ability to make a small corner of Julian’s heart subconsciously feel a tinge of fear, giving him a premonition of the crazy gas that were about to co...

Never mind, Julian silently gritted his teeth and accepted his fate. At worst, the most terrible outco would simply be his entire body aching tomorrow, forcing him to lie flat on the bed for the whole day. In reality, according to his regular schedule, Julian still had classes at school tomorrow. But because of the scandal related to the malicious cyberbullying incident that happened last ti, Ethan had personally stepped forward and directly asked the school to grant Julian a full week off to rest at ho and stabilize his ntal state. Because of this endless stretch of free ti, they had absolutely every justification to indulge in depravity, entangling with one another and playing around to their hearts’ content.

While drifting endlessly in his train of thought, Julian suddenly saw Ethan slowly lean forward, reaching out a hand to grab the special scented candle glass that was still burning brightly on the bedside cabinet.

Upon seeing that familiar action, Julian’s mind imdiately understood exactly what this man intended to do next. Yet Ethan did not seem to be in any rush to take imdiate action. The man rely held the glass scented candle leisurely in his hand and gave his wrist a light shake to create tiny ripples. The small orange fla was still flickering brightly inside the candle glass, borrowing that heat to push the aphrodisiac fragrance up into the air, making it rise higher and grow denser by the second. The man directed his deep gaze to stare intently at Julian’s body. That attitude of silent waiting was exactly like bestowing rcy, granting Julian a brief extra mont of ti to think and prepare himself ntally.

Unfortunately, from the past until now, Julian had always been a stubborn fool who knew no fear of death. Even though in reality, on this very bed, Julian had been fucked by that vigorous man to the point of passing out and waking back up countless tis, his arrogant nature of loving to tease his husband showed absolutely no signs of changing. His long, slender legs, despite being sore and limp to the extre, still persistently managed to lift high up one more ti, using the sole of his foot to press directly against Ethan’s broad, bare chest. On Julian’s fair thighs, there were currently still a few prominent red welts imprinted, left behind by the lashes of the leather whip that had rained down earlier. Combined with his smooth skin that was slightly drenched in sweat, Julian’s entire body displayed a natural rosy flush that was incredibly seductive.

His beautiful foot curved up slightly, each long toe playfully curling inwards, gently rubbing and lightly grazing the scorching hot skin on Ethan’s firm chest. Coupling with that provocative gesture, Julian purposely voiced out in a husky tone overflowing with a mocking smile: "What’s the matter? I’m not even scared yet, but you’re already scared?"

Ethan’s eyes instantly darkened at the challenge. His other free hand did not hesitate to reach out, slowly sliding along the alluring curve of Julian’s leg. The rough fingers intentionally pressed hard against the swollen red marks ruthlessly left by the leather strap earlier. Following that, Ethan used force to lift Julian’s slender calf all the way up to the level of his own angular face, tenderly planting a soft kiss upon it.

Ethan’s deep voice, carrying a faint trace of amusent, rang out right next to Julian’s ear: "Talking tough every single ti, yet crying so tragically every single ti."

Julian did not falter in the slightest. He raised his delicate chin high, arrogantly snapping back every single word with crystal clarity: "At least I’m only crying on your bed. Or what, do you want to cry on soone else’s bed?"

Upon hearing this sentence that practically crossed the bottom line, Ethan’s expression imdiately shifted. The man did not even bother opening his mouth to reply to those inciting words anymore. Instead, the hand holding the candle glass suddenly gave a light tilt in the air. The rippling oil wax inside the glass was instantly impacted by the force and spilled over, hovering in mid-air before rapidly plumting straight down onto Julian’s naked body. Because Ethan inherently made no intentional effort to control or direct the trajectory of the liquid, those few drops of pale yellow wax oil began splattering haphazardly everywhere. The majority of the liquid wax accurately landed on Julian’s taut, flat stomach; a few unlucky drops slid long and splattered across his slender thighs, while a few audacious drops landed directly onto his heaving, sensitive chest.

The mont his skin made contact with them, Julian’s body gave a slight jerk, his mouth letting out a soft hum: "Nnh..."

It was not excessively hot, but the few drops that fell right on his stomach were sowhat sensitive. The main issue was that inside him, there were still those vibrating eggs wreaking havoc. The warm sensation brought forth by the oil wax upon touching his abdominal area caused Julian to subconsciously tighten his stomach muscles, allowing the vibrating eggs to seize the montum and squeeze against him fiercely.

Good thing they had been adjusted to the lowest setting, providing nothing more than a gentle vibration.