Bondage and Marriage - 13

Noah woke up and Ian’s eyes crinkled as his mouth curved into a smooth smile.

While Noah was still blinking, unable to grasp the situation, Ian slapped Noah’s cheek again despite clearly seeing that he had woken up. Noah’s mouth was a little swollen, as if he had been slapped repeatedly before. Noah shook his head to clear his mind and bit his lip.

“You bad boy!” Noah cursed inwardly. “How did you know I like getting slapped on the cheek…”

Noah suddenly realized this was the long-awaited first night they had been looking forward to. His mind instantly cleared.

The Frost household servants who had struggled to wake up the young master every morning would be devastated if they knew. Noah regained his senses and began acting with all his might.

“What… why are you doing this…”

“Don’t you really know?”

Ian smirked, reeking strongly of an omega’s pheromones mixed with a woman’s perfume, overpowered by his potent alpha pheromones.

The pheromones were so pungent that Noah felt dizzy. Ian spoke in a hushed voice.

“It’s our wedding night, and you’re sleeping alone?”

“That’s because Ian… ugh.”

Ian gripped Noah’s jaw tightly, making him wince in pain. “When did I allow you to call me by my name? If you think being married gives you that right, you’re sorely mistaken.” Noah looked at Ian in disbelief, while inwardly appraising the various…sizes outlined under Ian’s suit.

“Bend over.”

Ian stepped back, removing his tie and tossing it aside as he commanded. Yes, this is it. This is the atmosphere I was expecting! Noah shook his head with a fearful, shocked expression. No, I don’t want to…Ian narrowed his eyes, grabbed Noah’s collar, pulled him up, twisted his arm behind his back and shoved him face-down onto the bed. A short scream escaped Noah’s lips.

“It hurts, it hurts…”

“This little pain is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

Noah’s ears perked up. More pain? How much more? Bring on more pain! Having his arm twisted was nothing to Noah. He craved more.

Testing the waters, Noah tried squirming free, but Ian’s hands pinning him down didn’t budge. Instead, Noah’s pajama pants and drawers were easily stripped off, leaving his bottom exposed to the cool air, making him shiver.

“You say it hurts, but you’re already wet down there.”

Noah was only a little damp in reaction to Ian’s overwhelmingly alpha pheromones, but Ian mocked him. “Did you always get this soaked around alphas?” As he taunted, Ian abruptly inserted a finger into Noah’s rear, making him writhe.

Having not been penetrated for nearly a month, Noah was tightly sealed, so saying a finger went in was inaccurate – just the tip breached him initially. But Ian ignored the resistance, inserting two fingers instead of one and forcefully stuffing them inside. Finally, unable to withstand the force, Noah’s rear slowly spread open, swallowing Ian’s fingers.

“Uhh…ugh…”

It had been so long since anything entered him that Noah gripped the bed sheets tightly with his free hand and trembled as Ian’s fingers roughly penetrated his nearly dry entrance.

To any observer, he simply looked terrified. Noah had roleplayed this scenario a few times – acting violated was child’s play for him. He let out a sob, craving more insertion.

“Please, stop…”

“I’ll pound you as you wish. Isn’t that what you and your father want?”

Ian’s cold, overtly disdainful words made Noah shake his head with tears in his eyes, but inwardly he was screaming, “Yes, that’s what I want!” Of course, the words leaving Noah’s mouth contradicted his inner desires.

“No, I didn’t want that… Ah!”

Despite Noah’s rear being almost completely dry, Ian recklessly jabbed his fingers inside. Perhaps due to the forced abstinence during the wedding preparations, Noah was already rock hard just from the stimulation, so he hunched over trying to stifle his moans. His rear gradually became lubricated from the probing, but instead of properly prepping him, Ian abruptly inserted a third finger.

“Why are you so loose back there? How many other guys have you been fooling around with to get this loose?”

“Ah, no…it hurts…please…”

Noah let out a sob. Really loose? It shouldn’t be that loose… Even when Gabriel and Alex relentlessly violated him twice a week, Noah was often told he felt tight, like it was their first time together. Especially after being celibate for almost 3 weeks, he should be anything but loose.

But before Noah could dwell on it further, Ian suddenly withdrew his fingers despite Noah’s rear only just becoming somewhat slick. The sounds of a belt unbuckling and a zipper unzipping made Noah’s spine tingle. He trembled as something hot prodded between his cheeks.

Even though just fingering couldn’t have properly loosened him, Ian crudely tried forcing himself inside. His girth was incomparable to fingers. Was it because it had been too long? Or was he just too thick…? Unable to see it, Noah couldn’t gauge the size, but feeling his cheeks spread with each insistent prod, he could tell it was big.

“Aaah…ugh, ugh…”

Sweating, Noah’s body shook. The pressure was immense with just the tip inside, yet Ian only pressed Noah’s twisted arm harder into the mattress, relentlessly pushing forward regardless of his discomfort. With his torso flattened against the sheets, Noah’s erection was grinding against the bed. Mmm…yes…

The sensation of Ian’s thick shaft stretching him open was indescribably amazing. As Noah panted through the tangled pain and pleasure, a frustrated Ian had only managed to get halfway inside without proper loosening or lube.

“Relax…are you not relaxing?”

“Stop…huh…ah, uh!”

A loud smack echoed as a stinging heat flared across Noah’s left cheek where Ian had swatted him for not opening up. Instinctively clenching tighter, Noah heard a soft grunt, followed by increased friction and a sharper sting to his already reddening cheek.

(So good) Gripping the sheets, Noah tried to take Ian in, but it wasn’t easy. Ian continued raining hard slaps, not stopping until he was fully sheathed. Just a few smacks and Noah’s left cheek was already inflamed and throbbing.

“Aaah…”

Finally fully impaled, Noah lay prone except for his upturned, quivering rear. His insides felt completely stuffed, left cheek numb and burning from the onslaught of slaps.

Ian paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of his newly-wedded omega’s velvety insides rippling around his shaft as Noah trembled helplessly beneath him. It was a lewd sight – Noah lying prone, obediently presenting his upturned rear – but Ian was highly satisfied with the tightness gripping him. In other words, it was exquisite. Hmm, perhaps there’s no need to divorce so hastily after all. With a lopsided smirk, Ian slowly withdrew before plunging back in firmly.

“…Huh, uhh…”

The abrupt re-entry of Ian’s sizeable length made Noah choke out a small gasp, as if stabbed. That’s when Ian began roughly pistoning his hips. Each forceful inward thrust jostled Noah’s upraised rear despite his efforts to keep it aloft, the sensations jolting deep into his core.

“Ugh, aahh…uhh…!”

Grunts punctuated each deep stroke as Ian relentlessly pounded away. So good, harder, harder… Swallowing his habitual urges, Noah emitted pitiful moans instead. Suddenly, Ian paused his aggressive rhythm, partially withdrawing to grind his shaft against Noah’s insides, seeming to search for something. Not finding it, he pulled almost fully out before angling sharply downward, prodding Noah’s lower walls.

Noah bit his lip, but couldn’t help trembling as Ian’s thick length persistently rubbed that spot raw. With each downward grind, Noah’s body jolted, making his arousal apparent to Ian.

“Aahh, ah, ah…!”

When Ian resumed thrusting, it was markedly different than before. Each rough inward stroke against that spot made stars burst behind Noah’s eyes, a molten sensation pooling in his loins. This…this isn’t what… Until then Noah had been thoroughly enjoying himself, so this sudden jolt of overwhelming pleasure left him flustered. Why was he suddenly recalling Alex’s comment about Ian’s cock being mind-blowing?

With each re-entry, Ian precisely struck that spot he had found. Unlike the initial pain of being breached, Noah was now reduced to helplessly clawing the sheets, overwhelmed. This…this isn’t how I imagined our first night would be…ah! Not like this…

“Aahh, uhh…ah! Stop, stop…!”

When Ian gripped Noah’s hips to grind against his prostate with a circular motion, Noah’s body convulsed from the intense stimulation, precome dripping to soak the sheets. Unable to take more, Noah started crawling away, but Ian wouldn’t allow his escape. Go ahead and try to run. Ian let Noah scurry to the edge of the bed, only to pin him back down once he had nowhere left to go.

They say there’s such a thing as sexual compatibility, but Noah had never given it any thought throughout his life. For him, what mattered was pain, not pleasure. Yet here he was, five years into his colorful sex life, realizing that perhaps true sexual compatibility does exist. Otherwise, how could the spots Ian was relentlessly striking be sparking such mind-blowing pleasure?

“Where are you going? Now that we’re married, you have duties to fulfill, don’t you?”

Ian grabbed Noah’s hair, smashing his face into the plush pillows. As Noah struggled for air, Ian re-entered him, pounding away with lewd squishing sounds. Clearly aroused himself, Ian’s thrusts were even more frenzied than before. Checking the time, he picked up the pace. Nearly two minutes after pinning Noah’s head down, Noah’s arms went limp, his rear clenching tightly around Ian’s shaft. Satisfied, Ian came, finally allowing Noah to raise his head.

“Huhh…ack…huhhh…ack…”

Gasping for air, Noah’s oxygen-deprived face was flushed, blue eyes brimming with tears. But his eyes weren’t the only thing leaking – his spent cock was dripping with his own release.

Wow, breath play on our first night…he’s a keeper… Noah thought hazily. How did Ian so perfectly cater to his kinks? Though the extreme compatibility was a bit…much. As always after breath play, Noah felt utterly drained, limbs splayed limply as Ian slowly withdrew from his rear.

“Leaking so shamelessly, who would doubt you’re an omega?”

Flipping Noah over, Ian mocked him, poking at the wet cock between his sprawled thighs before shoving a finger into Noah’s slick, cum-drizzled hole. Tears still in his eyes, Noah feebly shook his head, trembling lips completing his frightenedexpression.

“No? Shall I prove what a leaky omega slut you are?”

With a twisted smile, Ian’s gaze landed on Noah’s desk. Shamelessly exposing his still semi-hard length, he strode over and grabbed the sleek bottle of Noah’s skin lotion from earlier that day.