The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled

Chapter 310: The Sweet Punishment (R21)

"I told you not to close your legs. Little Jules is not being a good boy, not listening to me at all. You must be punished."

Ethan’s voice echoed in his ear, and Julian also felt the leather whip gliding across his body.

The fringed tip of the whip, cold like a horse’s tail, swept down his trembling thighs, bringing a hint of roughness that rubbed against his sensitive skin. Ethan used the handle of the whip to slowly pry the two legs that were desperately trying to close tight apart, then stroked along the shaft of the manhood that was swollen tight from being plugged. The masculine scent, mingled with the aroma of the aphrodisiac candle in the room, grew increasingly potent.

A feeling of half fear and half anticipation crept into Julian’s heart, his manhood twitched a couple of times, bearing an unbearable look of excitement as it oozed out a bit more slick fluid. The relentless waves of pleasure from the seven vibrating eggs working tirelessly inside, combined with the sensation of the leather whip touching him on the outside, made Julian crave release to the point of madness, but the glans was completely blocked by the urethral plug.

He could only writhe his body, whimpering coquettishly, the corners of his eyes red and soaked: "Ethan... hubby... let me off..."

"Now, I have not even punished you yet, have I? Why are you already acting spoiled with me?" Ethan’s voice rang out full of teasing, carrying a scorching breath that puffed against Julian’s sensitive ear.

Ethan leaned down and enveloped Julian entirely in his embrace. Bare flesh pressed against bare flesh, the searing temperature transmitting from the other man only made the stifling sensation and the wave of arousal brought on by the candle surge ever higher like a tidal wave.

Julian leaned powerlessly against the man’s firm chest, clearly hearing Ethan’s strong heartbeat, his mouth ceaselessly murmuring, begging Ethan to spare him from this sweet torture.

But it seemed tonight could not be stopped so easily.

Because from beginning to end, Julian was secretly permitting, even craving the roughness from this man.

Ethan bent down, accurately capturing Julian’s red, plump lips that were incessantly humming and moaning.

The deep kiss, carrying an intense possessiveness, swept through his mouth. The man’s large hand gradually slid downwards, slipping into the sensitive spots, expertly kneading and stroking all at once. Julian was coaxed by Ethan’s passionate kiss to the point where his mind grew hazy and his breathing grew ragged, completely failing to notice any other stealthy actions taking place around him.

It was not until his oxygen was entirely depleted, and the two pairs of lingering lips finally parted with a wet trail of saliva, that a heavily panting Julian suddenly realized his current predicament...

His legs had been forcefully pried apart by leather straps, anchored securely to the two bottom corners of the mattress, utterly forbidding him from closing them to soothe the maddening itch any longer.

Even his two arms, which were initially merely bound together above his head, were now separated, the ropes pulled taut and firmly fastened to the metal bars at the head of the bed. His four limbs were locked tightly into an X shape, completely exposed, leaving absolutely no way to move or resist, not even a little bit.

"Ah... hic... husband, hubby... please do not tie me up..."

Julian jolted in a panic, trying to twist his body on the mattress, but there was no way to struggle free from the sturdy ropes binding him tight. The vibrating eggs inside his body were turned up to the highest setting, endlessly tormenting him.

The carnal lust surged like a roaring sea, submerging Julian, making it entirely unbearable for him. His blindfolded eyes were now soaked, blurred by tears. But Ethan did not intend to stop there. The man standing by the bed, gazing at the fair, tender body writhing from the torture of lust, also had to take a deep breath to suppress the violent urge to fuck this person to death.

Not yet, it was not the time. He just needed to endure a little longer.

Then, Ethan tightened his grip on the leather whip in his hand and raised it high.

Smack.

"Ah!"

The two sounds seemed to ring out simultaneously as the tip of the leather whip fell upon the base of his manhood. This time, it did not shy away but struck straight down onto the tip of the glans that was blocked by the urethral plug. The spreading pain, accompanied by an indescribable sliver of pleasure, made Julian’s body jerk twice; he tilted his body as if to soothe this agony, only to suffer yet another strike of the whip.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Three consecutive lashes in the exact same spot left Julian with no breath or strength remaining to moan or cry out. He opened his mouth, but the air seemed to choke right in his throat, finding no way to escape.

It was not pain, but rather the sensation of pure ecstasy rushing in right after the skin was beaten until it was scorching hot and stinging.

The two conflicting feelings intertwined, leaving Julian utterly at a loss for what to do. He merely felt like a little marionette that had fallen into the hands of some tyrant, left entirely to the mercy of the other to be molded and exposed.

As the fourth consecutive whip landed, Julian could no longer hold it in, breaking into breathless sobs: "Don’t... Ethan... hic, it... it hurts..."

He shook his head, tears blurring his entire face and dropping onto the mattress. It was glaringly obvious that his mouth was crying out in pain, yet his manhood was so aroused that it stood rigidly erect and seeped fluid, and even his delicate entrance below was twitching incessantly. Even though he knew full well that Julian was not in as much agony as he made it out to be, Ethan still felt a sudden pang of heartache.

Ultimately, he could only toss the leather whip aside.