The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 107: The Pervert You Love

It was blatantly obvious that Julian Sterling was attempting to put on an incredibly feisty and shrewish facade. He kept kicking his legs, twisting and contorting his body like a mosquito larva stranded on dry land. However, that was merely resistance in vain, for his wrists had been locked tight, and currently, the only thing remaining on his body was a single pair of thin cotton briefs. Even worse, that layer of fabric had long since been soaked through, forming a dark, wet, and sticky patch that clung tightly to his lower body, which was leaking fluids due to an excitement that had yet to be released.

Yet, that appearance - simultaneously stubborn and lewd - seemed to strike the very center of the target, causing Ethan Caldwell to love him to death.

He propped his hands on either side of Julian’s waist, imprisoning the younger man within the cage of his chest. The man lifted his body slightly, looking down from above with the posture of a predator, his eyes burning with fire as they enveloped the little treasure squirming in his embrace.

Then suddenly, Ethan’s finger grazed over the sensitive skin as he asked in a low, deep voice: "Do you think they are beautiful?"

Beautiful, my ass!

Julian screamed internally. Damn your ancestors, you dignified, arrogant, and cool CEO! Instead of doing your job properly, where on earth did you go to learn these nonsensical, rubbish things? You pervert!

Although he was cursing the man torrentially in his heart, even if you gave Julian ten guts, he would not dare to utter a single sound aloud. The painful lesson written in blood was still fresh; he feared that if he accidentally slipped and cursed even one sentence, the price to pay would be three days and three nights of being pinned down on the bed by Ethan, pounded until he hovered between life and death.

To protect his pitiful little life and his poor waist, Julian decided to implement the safest measure of all: silence is golden.

And so, he pursed his lips tightly, decisively refusing to answer Ethan, and turned his head sharply to the other side. His eyes lowered slightly, revealing a pale, white neck that was trembling.

Unintentionally, this act of avoidance created a strange sense of grievance and fragility. He looked just like a little rabbit being bullied to the point where it dared not make a peep, leaving itself to the mercy of the big bad wolf to handle or trample however he pleased.

It was precisely this look of resigned endurance, full of provocation, that acted like oil poured onto the fire, causing the animalistic instincts in Ethan’s eyes to flare up violently. He wanted nothing more than to immediately press the boy down, tear apart that pretense of obedience, and fuck him to death right on the spot.

He thought it, and he intended to do it, but he wanted to toy with his prey a little longer. Ethan’s hand suddenly raised, his slender finger flicking gently against the silver clamp that was biting tightly onto Julian’s swollen, red nipple.

Jingle jangle.

"Ugh..."

A current of electricity ran down his spine, causing Julian to frown slightly, unable to hold back a soft whimper. The nasal sound hummed, sounding partly like a moan of pleasure and partly like a sob of pain, blending with the crisp sound of silver bells to create a flavor that was erotic and novel enough to induce shivers.

Clearly, the nipples are the softest and weakest places, being squeezed so rudely by a large metal clamp like that should, theoretically, be painful enough to bring tears to one’s eyes. Yet strangely enough, Julian did not feel too much pain. On the contrary, every time Ethan’s finger grazed past, flicking lightly at the two small bells, a numbing electric current would shoot from his chest all the way down to his heels.

The metal object, which had initially been cold against the skin, had over time been warmed by his body heat, hanging heavily and stretching the two nipples taut. The sensation was so realistic that Julian hallucinated that someone was using their fingers to grind and pinch, grasping his nipples to torment and tease him without letting go.

Just a tiny toy, yet its power was astonishing, stimulating him to the point where Julian’s lower parts were swollen, painful, and taut. The pre-cum at the tip kept leaking out more and more, soaking the crotch of his trousers. That feeling of pleasure mixed with an itch that seeped into the marrow gradually turned into a kind of sweet torture, causing Julian to squirm restlessly, forcing him to unconsciously clamp his thighs together, rubbing against himself to seek a bit of friction for relief. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Seeing that the man was bullying him to this extent yet still maintained a happy smile on his lips, Julian felt both ashamed and angry. He gathered what little strength he had left and kicked his leg petulantly at Ethan’s hand to vent his frustration.

But this action carried absolutely no damage. On the contrary, it only caused the silver anklet around his ankle to jingle chaotically, like background music for the beastly nature of the man facing him.

"Pervert."

Julian finally could not endure it anymore; he whispered the curse in embarrassment, his eyes glaring feistily.

In exchange for that weak resistance was an eyebrow raise full of interest from Ethan. His large hand decisively grasped the boy’s bare calf, lifting it high, allowing the silver bells another opportunity to ring out crisply.

"A pervert, am I? Is that so?"

Ethan whispered, his voice deep, hoarse, and full of magnetism. As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head, slowly placing a very soft kiss upon the boy’s slender ankle.

That kiss did not carry the lust of possession, but instead contained a tenderness and reverence that was difficult to put into words. The warm lips touching the delicate skin of his ankle caused Julian’s entire body to startle, numb to the point where his limbs felt weak and limp.

In that moment, his heart felt as though a very fine feather had brushed across it. It was itching, it was soothing, and it caused his heart to beat erratically due to an nameless emotion that was creeping in.

Ethan looked at this appearance of Julian, and his member down below also swelled to the point of pain. However, he was in no hurry to release the thing that was screaming to fuck Julian to death. Instead, he leisurely reached out his hand to cover Julian’s cotton underwear. The boy’s penis raised its head arrogantly, and the leaking semen had already wet the front of the fabric.

Ethan used his fingers to touch it a few times, then spoke to Julian again: "Even if I am a pervert, I am the pervert that you like, right?"

Hearing this, Julian was so ashamed that his entire face turned bright red. However, he did not open his mouth to deny it. Instead, he merely used his foot to kick Ethan’s face a few times, receiving in return several cherishing kisses upon his ankle.