Bondage and Marriage - 15

Taming Ian was much easier than I thought. All I had to do was keep in mind that he would never give me what I wanted.

The day after defiling Noah, Ian came again the next night.

While he only came at dawn the first night, after Noah finished dinner and went back to his room to rest, Ian barged in without a word and pounded him.

The problem was, even though their physical compatibility was so good that Ian could satisfy his desires however he wanted, to the point that Noah’s legs went weak from the intensity, there was no lubricant.

After thinking it over, on the third day when Ian opened the door and came in, Noah begged with a frightened look on his face, “Please, I’ll be obedient, just don’t be so rough…”

Needless to say, the request was very effective. That night, Noah had to endure painful positions under Ian with no lubricant or preparation, crying miserably. Even as Noah shook his head saying his rear hurt and to stop, he thought to himself, ‘Yes, this is it. So fucking amazing.’

Noah could at least swear in his mind.

At any rate, it was around a week after Noah had come to this mansion and was having a (solitary) blissful newlywed life.

“Yes, father. I’m really doing well.”

Since getting married, Tanner had basically been calling Noah every day asking after him with evident concern, and every time Noah responded brightly that he was doing well.

Even though it was 10am, Noah was still lazing in bed. These days, being tormented by Ian late into the night made it even harder to get up in the morning… But today Tanner’s worry seemed especially pronounced, confusing Noah.

“Is something the matter, father?”

[Well… I’ve heard some unsavory rumors about Miller… But no, if you say he’s treating you well, then it’s alright.]

Unsavory rumors? What could that be… Could it be rumors about Ian frequenting that club?

Since he’s quite famous there, according to him, I suppose someone might have recognized him. Noah did his best to assure Tanner that he was doing well.

It would do no good for either of them if Tanner knew the reality of Noah’s current living situation. Noah didn’t want this newlywed period to end prematurely.

After ending the call with Tanner, Noah finally sat up and stretched in bed. He was getting hungry.

Usually he barely ate in the mornings or at lunch, but the Miller household seemed to employ chefs whose cooking was melt-in-your-mouth delicious without exception. Yawning loudly, Noah shuffled towards the door before catching himself.

‘Manage your expression, manage your expression.’

He couldn’t look too bright and relaxed if Ian was openly mistreating him… So Noah deliberately put on a gloomy, listless expression as he left the room.

The servants knew Noah wasn’t even allowed in the master bedroom and seldom saw sunlight, stuck in a dingy side room, but they didn’t know Ian came to torment Noah every night. The maid who cleaned Noah’s room probably caught on seeing the stained sheets every day… But well…

“Good morning, Master Noah.”

As Noah came downstairs alone, Hayden greeted him politely. Unlike Ian, Hayden always treated Noah with great deference, and even Ian didn’t act as coldly towards Noah when Hayden was around.

At least Ian didn’t openly mistreat him in front of the other servants like he did otherwise. Sometimes the way Ian treated Hayden seemed almost paternal.

“Sorry for sleeping in so late every day, Hayden.”

“Not at all. You’ve only just arrived, it’s understandable if you’re still adjusting to your new home.”

One of the good things about coming to the Miller mansion was that no one nagged him for sleeping in until late morning.

Compared to the Frost household servants who would fuss and try to force-feed him if he skipped breakfast, or fling open the curtains past 8am to forcibly wake him up, the Miller servants seemed to pity him for being neglected daily right after marriage, so no one disturbed Noah.

Entering the dining room wafting an appetizing aroma with breakfast already prepared, the table was lavishly set with all sorts of dishes. A creamy, delicious-looking soup; soft white bread; egg dishes; fresh salad; even dessert… Noah sat down gingerly, eyes sparkling, as his bruised rear from Ian’s beating the previous night stung despite the cushy chair. Of course, he didn’t let it show. Hayden attended satisfactorily as Noah ate heartily.

Finally, as Noah was contentedly finishing a maple syrup and cream cheese pudding decorated with strawberries, Hayden set another pudding in front of him and spoke up.

“Master Noah, Master Ian has requested you join him for lunch at the company today. What are your thoughts?”

Noah blinked, swallowing a sweet strawberry.

Hayden simply waited silently for Noah’s reply. Huh? Ian wants to have lunch together at the company? When they’ve never once dined together at the mansion?

In the week since Noah arrived, Ian was never present for breakfast or lunch, sure, but he hadn’t joined Noah for dinner either. So to have lunch together at the company… does that even make sense?

Unaware that Ian savagely (?) tormented Noah nightly, Hayden just looked pleased inwardly, thinking the two were trying to get along better. Noah rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what Ian was thinking, but after a week cooped up, Noah didn’t mind getting out.

“Alright. What time should I arrive at the company?”

“He requested you arrive by 1pm if possible.”

It was only 11am now, so there was plenty of time.

The company wasn’t even that far from here, and they’d be going by car. After polishing off the remaining pudding, Noah returned to his room to prepare to go out.

Since it wasn’t the club, he chose modest Proper Noah Frost attire.

Once ready, Noah checked his appearance in the mirror – a white shirt with a tan cardigan, dark jeans, and a gray coat… Hmm, I look good in anything. Noah nodded approvingly at his self-praise.

Satisfied with his look, Noah went downstairs alone to the front courtyard where a car was waiting, finding Hayden holding a simple shopping bag.

Curious about its contents, Noah asked and Hayden explained,

“It’s an item the Master instructed me to bring to the company.”

“What is it?”

Asking idly, Noah was surprised to see the bag contained a rather large triple-decker lunch box. Wait, a lunch box? I thought we were going out to eat?? Who packs a lunch box these days…? As Noah wondered, Hayden set the bag neatly on the seat beside Noah and elaborated,

“The Master directly instructed the kitchen to prepare a lunch box in case you dined together today. I hope you have an enjoyable meal.”

Was that why breakfast was simple this morning, because of the lunch box… Not fully understanding the situation, Noah looked to Hayden, who seemed extremely pleased, even giving Noah an encouraging look as if saying “Fighting!”.

So while Noah received Hayden’s bright sendoff and cheerful smile as he got into the limousine, his brow furrowed in contemplation once the car started moving.

This was the same Ian who had come to torment him (quite satisfactorily for Noah) last night.

Just last night, not even on the bed but on the bare floor, Noah had taken Ian in strenuous positions that left his back, knees and palms still tingling this morning, with abrasions visible on his knees when he woke up. And yet a romantic lunchbox date…? It seemed completely mismatched for Ian.

Maybe the lunch box even contained assorted tools inside! A dildo might be too big and unwieldy, but a vibrator was plausible… Wondering, Noah opened the lunch box, only to find neatly cut vegetables and sauce containers for salad, sandwiches and well-cooked chicken, a thermal container with hot soup, and a dessert box with fresh fruit and homemade yogurt – the devoted efforts of a skilled chef, not anything untoward.

Though he had just eaten breakfast(?), Noah’s mouth watered briefly looking inside before re-closing it to keep the food from getting cold.

The limousine zipped smoothly along the quiet lunch hour streets, arriving at Miller’s company building.

After thanking the driver, Noah exited holding the shopping bag with the lunch box. He glanced between the towering company logo and the one on the bag. Now that he looked, the bag did bear Miller’s company logo.

Taking care the food didn’t jostle around too much, Noah entered the building lobby.

The clock read 12:30pm. Since he had arrived early, Noah stopped by the lobby cafe to buy a coffee. Initially just ordering for himself, he thought better of it and also got one for Ian.

Told the coffees were for after lunch, the polite barista insulated them in thermal cups to stay hot.

The question was which way to go from here.

Noah paused in the center lobby, observing the foot traffic, stumped.

If this were his father’s or brother’s company, security would have identified him from the entrance and a secretary would come escort him straight to the CEO’s office… But this was Ian’s company. The Ian Miller who disliked Noah.

Well, Ian had instructed him to come by 1pm, so Noah assumed he had been expected. Carrying the thermal coffee bag in one hand and the lunch box in the other – he had never carried so much at once, feeling a tinge of entitled glee – Noah approached the front desk exuding an unmistakable aura, clad in designer labels that screamed wealth and status.

The lobby attendant greeted him with a polite smile, “How can I assist you?”

“Noah Frost, I have an appointment with the Chairman at 1pm.”

The story of the cherished youngest Frost son falling head over heels for Ian Miller and marrying him was so widely circulated that the attendant briefly looked shocked – ‘You’re the Noah Frost?!’ – before regaining a professional demeanor. Though the employee seemed flustered, it didn’t seem to be because Noah was THE Noah Frost.

“One moment please.”

As Noah blinked while waiting, the employee checked something on the computer, then flustered, made a phone call somewhere. Come to think of it, it was a bit odd.

Normally when summoning a guest to the company, especially one married to the chairman, wouldn’t a secretary have come to the lobby to receive them?

Having the guest come directly and ask for directions to the chairman’s office was…less than ideal. For even the well-briefed front desk staff to be completely in the dark was unthinkable. After making several calls, the employee finally apologized politely to Noah, flustered.

“I’m so sorry, it seems the secretary’s office is busy so the line…isn’t going through…”

“Ah…is that so?”

The notion that the ever-available secretary’s office was too busy for calls reeked of the same implausible stench as Ian canceling their honeymoon due to sudden business affairs on their wedding day. Flustered, the employee guided Noah to what looked like an employee lounge, haplessly offering him a modest plate of cookies that seemed to be his own green tea snack.

“Please, have a seat. I’ll wait for their call. Thank you for the tea and cookies.”

Feeling guilty that Ian’s mistreatment was troubling even the staff, Noah thanked them half-sincerely, half-apologetically.

The employee fidgeted, promising to notify Noah immediately once they got through, glancing back repeatedly before quietly closing the lounge door. Nibbling on the employee’s abandoned cookies, Noah reached a conclusion:

‘Ian is openly trying to make a fool of me.’

Like the vulgar ‘jonna’, Noah knew milder curses like ‘eat humble pie’ in his mind.

‘These cookies are quite tasty though.’ Initially only taking one out of guilt for snatching the employee’s snack, Noah surreptitiously reached for another.