novelraw Chapter 311: No safe word (R21)
Chapter 311: No safe word (R21)
The man’s kiss was gentle, but the vibrating egg inside Julian was still there. He had only temporarily escaped the sensation of being struck by the whip, as well as the discomfort of having his legs stretched wide open.
Even though Julian’s legs could no longer close at this moment.
He obediently parted his lips, allowing his own mouth and tongue to intertwine with Ethan’s in a wet rhythm. His black silk blindfold was now carefully removed by Ethan.
The sudden intrusion of light caused Julian to squint slightly, his vision blurred by a thin mist. His hands were finally freed from the cruel binding ropes. Without a moment of hesitation, Julian immediately reached up to tightly embrace the thick neck of the large man in front of him, responding to the kiss with lingering passion.
They kissed for a long time, the quiet space left with nothing but heavy breathing and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It was not until clear saliva overflowed from the corners of their mouths, drawing into wet silver threads, that Ethan reluctantly spared his swollen, plump lips. But the moment the man’s mouth and tongue pulled away, a biting draft of cold air rushed in, which, combined with the stimulation from below, made Julian unable to hold back a soft whimper.
The vibrating egg hidden deep inside his body was still frantically colliding against every soft fleshy wall. A numbing sensation travelled down his spine, leaving his entire body so weak and limp that he could not support his own weight. At this moment, Ethan’s broad and sturdy shoulders looked like the only life-saving straw in a rushing torrent, leaving Julian with no choice but to desperately hug him tight, leaning the entire weight of his body against the man.
He squeezed his eyes shut, panting heavily for a long time to regain a bit of oxygen. Julian obediently tilted his neck backward, creating a breathtakingly beautiful curve, allowing the man to lower his head and nibble on his Adam’s apple that bobbed continuously. The ticklish sensation mixed with the dampness from the tip of Ethan’s nose rubbing against his skin made him shiver. Then finally, he used a broken, choked voice mixed with a few physiological tears to speak to Ethan.
"Ah... ha... why, um, why... are you so easily soft-hearted... uh..."
Ethan’s chest vibrated slightly. He knew what Julian was talking about.
Clearly from the very beginning, he was the one who had agreed to let Ethan do whatever he wanted to this body. Furthermore, even though Julian had cried incredibly miserably under the rhythm of the whip just now, his tears streaming down and soaking the pillow, he had never once uttered the safe word that the two of them had agreed upon beforehand. He completely allowed Ethan to strike him, and he himself was truly immersed in, enjoying that sensation of intense agony intertwined with the utmost ecstasy.
Not giving him much time to think, Ethan’s fire-hot hand slowly slid downwards, caressing along the sensitive inner root of his thigh, causing Julian’s entire body to tremble violently. The sweet fragrance of the aphrodisiac candle burning slowly in the room had an incredibly potent effect on anyone who caught its scent. With Julian having his arousal pushed to the absolute peak by this aroma, Ethan, in his role as the dominant, was not in a much better state either. The temperature from the man’s hand was overly scorching; just a light touch against the tender skin at the base of his thighs was enough to make his legs shake incessantly.
That place still bore the distinct, pinkish whip marks that were swollen from blood pooling. When the damaged flesh was touched, it first transmitted a mild stinging pain, but immediately after, it transformed into a numbing, ticklish sensation that seeped deep into the bone marrow.
This double-layered stimulation made it impossible for Julian to hold back, forcing him to open his mouth and take a deep breath to steady the rapid beating of his heart. Ethan’s rough fingers did not stop; he intentionally traced along every raised line of the whip marks. His deep, husky voice rang by his ear, carrying a hint of poorly concealed doting: "But beating you to such a state, I truly feel so distressed."
Hearing that sentence, Julian tried to open his eyes wide, giving the man a petulant glare. However, his gaze at this moment was already steeped in a hazy mist, the corners of his eyes still tinged with pink, so that side-glance looked entirely devoid of any lethality, but instead carried a deadly charm. He secretly thought in his heart that this man was only good at speaking sweet words to coax and seduce people into falling right into his trap.
And right at this very moment, Ethan’s nimble fingertips, after sliding along those flushed red whip marks, began to change direction. He slowly touched the swollen base of his manhood, then used his slender fingers to maliciously toy with the vulnerable testicles underneath. The direct contact with such a vulnerable spot sent a jolt of electricity running down his body. Immediately, Julian’s entire body stiffened, his chest heaving fiercely, his mouth uncontrollably humming out a plea: "Um... you... don’t touch there..."
The relentless stimulations accumulating from earlier had truly made him desperately want to ejaculate, his rigid member also overly erect to the point of aching. However, the existence of the cold urethral plug above had completely locked down all of Julian’s release activities, cruelly refusing to allow him to shoot and relieve himself. His desire was suppressed to the absolute limit, yet at this moment, the man still continued to hover around, toying with his testicles; this action was indeed no different from forcing Julian to go mad from the extreme pleasure and frustration.
Yet Ethan acted as if he completely did not hear his feeble pleading. His slender fingers leisurely continued to knead the testicles, then slowly slid along the trembling, veiny shaft. The man leaned in a bit closer, gently biting and nibbling at his flushed red earlobe while whispering and exhaling hot breath: "How is it? Do you want to continue?"
Continue what?
Naturally, to continue this absurd yet incredibly passionate session of lovemaking.
Julian bit his lower lip tightly. However, since the two of them had already gone this far together, with lust still overflowing and neither having reached absolute satisfaction, then they might as well just keep playing.
"Mm." He obediently nodded, emitting a sound of confirmation from his throat.
In reality, Julian was not very afraid of these violent acts. After all, the beating had been done, the crying had been done; he truly did not believe that this man could pull out any other tool that would drive him crazier than this.
Seeing his agreement, Ethan’s hand lightly patted his hip, asking in a low voice: "Can you manage to get back on your hands and knees by yourself right now?"
Julian gave Ethan a look, trying to wiggle his legs. They were sore and tired, but it was not impossible to kneel. He clung to the man’s shoulders, murmuring: "Support me."
Hearing that, Ethan supported him up, letting Julian kneel on the bed with his front facing down, his legs spread apart, and his hips slightly lowered.