The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 52: The Staircase Punishment

So he pressed him down onto the bed once again, forcing Julian to kneel in a prone position, and then aggressively thrust his hard, erect shaft deep inside. The movents suddenly beca urgent, rapid, and violent, leaving Julian only able to part his lips and whimper in moans. Every single ti Ethan thrust in, the lamb’s eyelashes would dig into the tender, soft flesh inside Julian, and the pain caused him to burst into tears. Every ti Ethan withdrew, they would gently caress those swollen flesh walls, making Julian feel an endless, unbearable itch. These two overlapping layers of conflicting sensations made Julian clearly understand just how imnse the pleasure brought by the lamb’s eyelash ring truly was.

The inside seed to be slightly swollen by now, and the uncomfortable, distended pain made Julian mumble amidst his tears, but he also could not deny the overwhelming ecstasy that the sex brought, causing Julian to sink deeper and deeper into depravity without end.

"Does it feel good, baby, hmm?" Ethan kissed Julian’s bare back, planting one gentle and tender kiss after another, exactly as if he were treating a priceless, invaluable treasure. However, his movents below were the complete opposite, both incredibly fast and brutal. There were several tis when Julian was thrust into so hard that he collapsed forward onto the bed, only to be lifted up by the hips by that hateful man, forced to take that colossal shaft into his entrance.

How could Julian possibly answer him? He could only sob softly, weeping as he begged Ethan to spare him. But the arrow was already nocked and taut on the bowstring, and with him having enthusiastically nourished it, how could Ethan possibly spare him now?

Not fucking Julian to death would be a grave disservice to that nutritious lunch nu earlier.

Ethan pounded into the inside while simultaneously spanking his buttocks: "I am asking you, does it feel good?"

"Good... um... be gentler... Hic..."

"Ah~ Don’t... don’t thrust..."

Julian clutched his stomach, feeling the inside being stabbed to the point of soreness, numbness, and it even tended to gradually lose all sensation. His face was drenched in tears, his mouth agape, trying to fight for a little bit of air into his lungs. Each and every one of Ethan’s thrusts made his entire body tremble, causing even his breathing to beco broken and disjointed.

Seeming to have grown bored with this standard position, Ethan turned Julian around and picked him up. Obviously, throughout this entire process, his penis still remained buried deep within Julian’s small hole. The movent was seamless; the massive penis rotated inside, and the lamb’s eyelashes swept against the flesh walls; the onrush of pleasure was so intense that Julian had no way to endure it. His body shook, and his two legs cramped up from the sheer ecstasy, looking as if he was about to suffer a muscle cramp. Finally, Julian ejaculated all over Ethan’s stomach.

He just smiled, lifted Julian’s buttocks, and stepped off the bed. This action caused the penis to stab blindly and chaotically inside, accompanied by a sharp, stinging pain as the lamb’s eyelashes scraped against the already swollen and red flesh walls.

"You... hic..." Julian opened his mouth, wanting to ask what he intended to do. But the only sounds that ca out were his moans accompanied by the sound of his sobbing.

Ethan seed to understand his aning; he caressed the bare back covered in hickeys and chuckled softly: "You will know in a bit."

Saying that, he carried Julian out of the room.

The distance from the bed to the door was not very long, but for Julian, it felt like an endless road. Every single step Ethan took caused the penis to bounce and jolt in all sorts of ways, stabbing chaotically into the flesh walls. Deliberately, this type of movent drove one crazier than even when Ethan violently thrust his penis deep into his body.

The shaft sotis rubbed gently, making the inner walls itch incessantly. Sotis it slipped right into the deepest part inside, making Julian’s body shudder, unsure if it was pain or pleasure. On such a short path, Julian thought he might die right there on Ethan’s body.

Julian buried his head into Ethan’s neck, his eyes glazed and srizing, his rosy lips slightly curled up, trying to breathe to lessen the maddening sensation of his own pleasure. His arms were sore and weary, but he still tried to wrap them around Ethan’s neck in an attempt to reduce the gravity placed on that spot down there.

Obviously, the pleasure that Ethan received was no less than Julian’s. The flesh walls had been bullied for a long ti yet remained as tight as before; every ti they were stimulated by the penis, they would contract frantically, sucking on Ethan’s glans as if wanting to absorb all the essence inside.

However, Ethan did not want to let Julian off that easily; tonight, Ethan wanted Julian to experience the full punishnt for the act of doubting his ability.

Sotis Ethan also wondered if he was punishing Julian or punishing himself, as clearly he had held back quite a lot too. But thinking of the trick that he read on the way ho, Ethan really wanted to try it out on this tender, white body.

Thinking this, he imdiately said: "Hang in there, the road is still very long."

Julian’s eyes widened upon hearing this. Sure enough, he saw Ethan push the room door open and head toward the stairs.

"Don’t... don’t do it..."

But he did not stop at all, taking step after step down the stairs, which was exchanged for Julian’s high-pitched, panicked screams.

The sensation of holding a penis inside while moving was already terrifying, but stepping down the stairs was even more dreadful. The penis stabbed to an unimaginable depth, then rubbed forcefully, inching into the inside bit by bit, added to that was the devastation of the lamb’s eyelashes.

It was maddening to the point of making one unable to control oneself.

"Ah... Too deep... Don’t walk... Don’t..."

"Hubby... My stomach feels awful... Ah... Hic..."

"It hurts... it hurts so much..."

It was not exactly pain; truthfully, by this mont, Julian could no longer distinguish what that feeling was. He could only scream frantically, begging Ethan to pity him. But Ethan seed to have turned into an iron statue without any emotion, knowing only how to use his thick, large rod to torture him.

Step by step.

Pleasure piled up. Love juices dripped onto the floor, along with the sen that Ethan had shot into his person.

There was also the sen that Julian had just shot.

That is right, just a few steps down the stairs, and Julian was fucked to the point of ejaculating once again.