The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 224: Painting the Tide of Passion

Ethan Caldwell purposefully and sadistically slowed down the pace of his actions. The exceptionally fluffy, ash-gray strands of fine rabbit fur, which were originally engineered and specifically designed to retain water and glide effortlessly across the textured surface of canvas paper, were now actively and greedily absorbing every single ounce of the scorching, feverish heat radiating from Julian Sterling’s bare skin. He subtly and expertly rotated the smooth pine wood handle of the brush firmly between his long fingers, causing the soft tip of the brush, which was previously busy drawing wide, teasing circles on the outer edges, to agonizingly slowly narrow the agonizing distance, inching ever so closely toward the highly sensitive, tightly drawn central core.

The fluffy rabbit fur swept past, rubbing gently but possessing a highly devastating effect on his reason. Julian let out a choked moan, his slender waist involuntarily arching off the seat in a desperate attempt to escape the overly exquisite teasing, yet it looked as though he was proactively offering himself up higher.

"Please... stop joking around..." Julian’s eyes were covered in a thick layer of mist, his gaze shimmering with a weak plea.

The ticklish sensation mixed with a slight, tingling prickle made it almost unbearable for Julian. It was unlike the feeling of having his nipples serviced by lips and tongue. Rather, it was a delicate, piecemeal stimulation that tore at his mind enough to drive someone crazy. Each strand of rabbit fur splayed out, rubbing, lightly caressing, and then gently pricking Julian’s most fragile spot bit by bit. They wedged into the tiny crevices atop the rosy bead, bringing a kind of pleasure that felt half like agonizing torture and half like a bestowed grace.

"I am not joking around, I am inspecting the quality of your art supplies." Ethan replied casually, but his eyes were already bloodshot with lust.

Ethan’s gaze grew darker by the second, as deep as a wild beast savoring the flustered state of its prey. He continued to lower his hand, pressing the tip of the Purple Hair brush down a bit deeper, causing the entire cluster of soft fur to fan out widely like a blooming flower bud. It fully enveloped the protruding peak, slowly pressing and grinding in light, continuous circles.

"Ah... Ethan... it tickles..." Julian squeezed his eyes shut, his long, wet eyelashes trembling violently. His hands tightly gripped the chair cushion, a physiological tear already seeping from the corner of his eye from being stimulated to the point of overload. His mind was completely clouded, shattered into pieces, leaving only the intensely numbing sensation at his chest.

But Ethan did not stop there. The man reached out for another Goat Hair brush, larger in size and slightly stiffer. Seeing that Julian showed signs of resistance, the man quickly took off Julian’s pajama top and used it to bind his wrists together.

Then he leaned down, taking Julian’s earlobe into his mouth, and whispered: "Be good."

In no time, the two brushes that were meant to glide on paper were wreaking havoc on Julian’s body. The Purple Hair brush continued to lightly sweep across his chest, while the Goat Hair brush began to trace along his firm Adonis belt, gradually sliding down to his flat abdomen. The tactile sensations rushed straight into Julian’s brain, forcing him to part his lips and gasp for air. His chest heaved violently, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead, making his bangs stick together in an alluring mess.

"How is the quality of these brushes? Are you satisfied?" Ethan asked while deliberately pressing the two brush tips down. The bristles splayed out, each tiny hair touching a sensitive spot, causing Julian to jolt and making him unable to give a complete answer.

Without him even noticing when, his silk pajama pants had been stripped off by Ethan, and even his underwear was pulled down to his ankles. The man, however, still had his bathrobe perfectly intact, a stark contrast to Julian, who did not have a single piece of fabric left on him.

"Ngh... please don’t do that..."

The brush tips kept rubbing frantically against his chest, making it unbearable for Julian. Meanwhile, the other brush was sliding down along his V-line, tracing chaotic patterns on his inner thighs, stimulating Julian’s legs so much that he wanted to squeeze them shut, only to be blocked by the man.

Ethan suddenly stopped his hands. Julian had just let out a breath of relief when he saw the man prop one of his legs onto his broad shoulder, forcing the other leg to spread wide open in the opposite direction.

"Hic... E-Ethan... Don’t... Ngh!!!" Julian shrieked as the tip of the brush began to sweep across the head of his length. The soft shaft of the brush lightly traced the shape of his member, bringing a tingling, ticklish sensation that Julian simply could not withstand. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"It tickles so much... hic... please..."

The coquettish plea, laced with sobs, did not move the man’s heart. The soft brush tip slid along the shaft, tangling around the twin spheres below, then rubbing against the hollow of his hips in endless teasing.

When the soft yet resilient animal fur brushed past every erogenous zone, Julian could not help but arch his back, his hands gripping the backrest of the lazy chair so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

The stimulation from those slender hairs brought a kind of pleasure that was both ticklish and numbing, leaving him feeling as if he were suspended in the clouds. Every time the brush tip swept past, an electric current shot down his spine, causing Julian’s broken moans to endlessly echo in the quiet room. He felt as though he were melting, all resistance rendering meaningless against Ethan’s exquisite and malicious teasing.

The peak of the stimulation made Julian completely lose his reason. After a fierce wave of climax crashed over him, he collapsed exhaustedly into the depths of the chair, his breathing rapid, his eyes covered in a hazy fog.

But Ethan still had no intention of stopping. He let out a low chuckle, a smile full of wicked charm. He turned Julian around, forcing him to hug the backrest of the lazy chair, exposing the most exquisite curves of his body beneath the amber lights.

"Don’t... Ethan... I’m tired..." Julian whispered, his voice already incredibly hoarse from the passion.

"We have only just begun, darling." Ethan leaned down and kissed the small mole on the back of his neck.