The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 121: The Reflection
Regardless of how aggressively the two of them had been playing for the past hour, and despite the fact that Julian Sterling was typically quite uninhibited and adventurous when he climbed into bed, there was a limit to his shamelessness. That wanton appearance was something usually reserved solely for Ethan Caldwell’s eyes. Even Julian himself had never truly witnessed what he looked like when he was this thoroughly ravished, this utterly undone by pleasure.
The moment his gaze locked onto the reflection in the mirror, Julian felt a scorching heat rush upwards, flooding his face with color. He was so consumed by mortification that he wished the ground would simply crack open and swallow him whole to spare him this humiliation.
What stared back at him from the glass was a tableau of absolute depravity.
Julian’s skin, typically fair and pristine, was now a chaotic canvas of carnal abuse. It was marred by a dense constellation of crimson bite marks and deep purple bruises. They scattered across his frame, trailing from the slender column of his neck, across the delicate ridge of his collarbones, and reaching all the way down to the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. They resembled fallen peach blossoms, crushed and scattered violently upon a field of fresh snow, marking him as claimed property.
His raven-black hair was drenched in sweat, plastered in messy, wet strands against his flushed forehead and glowing cheeks. His eyes were swimming in a pool of unshed tears, the corners rimmed red from his earlier sobbing. His lips were swollen, bruised from fierce kisses, and parted slightly in a silent gasp. The entire image was a devastating contradiction. He looked utterly pitiful, a victim of overwhelming passion, yet simultaneously, he looked terrifyingly erotic.
However, the sight that forced Julian to avert his gaze in sheer panic was the state of his lower body.
His legs were ruthlessly forced apart by Ethan Caldwell, leaving him completely splayed open to the world. His body dangled in the air, suspended solely by the iron grip of the man holding him. That slender, pale gold ribbon was still wound intricately around the base of his member, even though the flesh it bound was now soft and spent, hanging listlessly. The small silver bells caught the overhead light, glinting innocently, lying silent for the moment as they awaited the next chaotic dance.
Between his parted thighs, that small, secret entrance was swollen red, gaping slightly after being so ruthlessly used and trampled upon. It was currently leaking a messy mixture of clear bodily fluids and thick, cloudy semen. The fluids trickled slowly down Julian’s inner thighs, gravity pulling them down to drip steadily onto the floor, creating shameful, wet patterns on the pristine surface.
"It is beautiful." Ethan whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against Julian’s skin.
His scorching breath ghosted over the sensitive shell of Julian’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. As if words were not enough, the man pressed a lingering kiss to the cartilage of his ear. His hand moved to the mirror surface, tracing the outline of Julian’s reflection with possessive reverence. Then, that wicked hand slid lower, stopping directly over the reflection of the weeping entrance.
"Look at this." he murmured, his tone dark with satisfaction: "Look at how thoroughly I have broken you. This little hole... it cannot even close anymore."
"Stop it... sob... please stop talking..." Julian choked out, his voice thick with tears. He struggled feebly, trying to escape the entrapment, but his resistance only caused the bells to chime loudly.
Jingle. Jingle.
The clear, crisp sound of the bells echoed in the quiet room, a mocking reminder of their wild coupling just moments before. It filled Julian with a confusing mix of deep mortification and a dark, twisting arousal.
Hic.
His body had truly been ruined by Ethan Caldwell. It seemed his mind was now wired for filth, his body conditioned to react with depravity no matter how much he tried to deny it.
"Jingle... jingle..." Ethan laughed softly, a dark, rich sound that signaled his amusement. He deliberately shook Julian’s hips, forcing the bells to ring in a frantic, rhythmic tempo: "Do you hear that? The bells are telling me that you like it."
"I don’t... ungh..."
Julian’s denial was cut short as Ethan’s rough fingertip suddenly pressed between his buttocks, tracing the swollen, red folds of the entrance. The sensation of stinging pain mixed with a maddening itch made him jump, his body pressing even harder against the cold glass in front of him.
"Your mouth says no, but this place is contracting, inviting me back in." Ethan pointed out ruthlessly. He stared intently at the mirror, watching his own hand playing with the small aperture of the person in his arms: "Look at it. It is practically eating my finger."
Julian was forced to witness the obscene sight of the finger disappearing and reappearing inside him through the mirror. The visual was too visceral, too overwhelmingly erotic, and it struck his vision with the force of a blow. His lower abdomen tightened in response. Even though his member in the front was soft from exhaustion and depletion, a new, insidious fire began to kindle deep within his gut.
"Husband... please, let me go... I am so tired... I cannot come anymore..." Julian begged weakly, resting his forehead against the cold glass, his tears blurring the reflection of his own face.
"Who said anything about you needing to come?" Ethan sighed, his tone shifting to something darker, filled with a dangerous promise.
He released the hold on Julian’s legs, allowing his feet to touch the floor. But before Julian could find his balance or stand firm, the man forced him to brace his hands against the mirror, pushing his hips high into a submissive, standing doggy position.
"Today, I am going to teach you a lesson." Ethan growled against the nape of his neck: "A man does not just feel pleasure when he ejaculates. He can be driven mad with pleasure even when he is completely dry."
Without another word, and giving no warning, Ethan drove his length deep inside once more.
"Aaaaaah!"
Julian screamed, his ten fingers scrabbling uselessly against the slippery glass, leaving behind ghostly streaks of sweat. The sudden invasion when his desire had waned brought the pain and fullness into sharp relief, more vivid than ever. The inner walls, already swollen and tender, were stretched taut again by the massive object, forced to mold around him and press into every fold.
But this time, Ethan did not piston in and out with the urgency he had shown before. He knew Julian was exhausted, and he saw that the younger man’s desire was flagging. So, he changed his tactics.
Instead of thrusting deep and pulling out, he kept himself buried to the hilt, filling Julian completely, and then began to grind. His hips rotated in slow, agonizing circles. The large, rock-hard head of his member deliberately sought out, pressed against, and crushed the most sensitive, rugged spot deep within Julian’s rectum.
"Nngh... uh... th... that spot... don’t..."
