Bondage and Marriage - 17

When he entered the president’s office, Ian was sitting on the sofa in front of the table where Noah had prepared a lunchbox.

Noah hesitated, then walked to the table and took off his top and shoes, placing them on top of his pants and drawers.

While Ian was fully dressed, Noah’s cheeks flushed a little as he was stripping naked alone in the president’s office of the company.

Noah awkwardly glanced at Ian, then knelt next to the table and lay down on the floor.

Ian sat cross-legged and arrogantly ordered, “Come here. No, don’t get up, crawl.”

After swallowing hard, Noah slowly crawled towards Ian.

In front of him were well-polished smooth shoes.

Even though Noah obediently crawled over, Ian showed a bit of irritation.

“Do I have to spell out every posture? Turn around the other way.”

Pursing his lips slightly without Ian noticing, Noah turned to face his butt towards Ian, lowered his upper body as much as possible, and raised his butt high.

This was the ‘proper posture Noah Frost should take when Ian wants to penetrate’ that Ian had disciplined Noah into over the past few days by spanking his butt dozens of times.

As Noah lay prostrate, he felt a hard sensation press against him from behind.

Ian pressed Noah’s fleshy butt with his shoe soles and poked between the butt cheeks with his shoe tip.

Noah flinched.

“Since you arrived so late, I already had lunch, but I guess you must be hungry?”

You’ve only had protein after all.

Mocking and taunting, Ian took off his shoe and probed the reddened entrance from the earlier hallway penetration with his finger.

Noah trembled and let out moans as Ian’s fingers tormented him from behind.

As if there was something strange inside, Ian toyed with his fingers before suddenly hooking his index and middle fingers to pull them apart in one direction.

“Ugh…!”

“Stay still, I’ll personally feed you lunch as a reward for bringing the lunchbox.”

When Ian pulled his fingers apart, Noah felt his rear spreading to one side.

Shortly after, as a warm, sticky liquid trickled down his butt crack, Noah gasped.

The tangy scent of yogurt wafted through the air.

“Ah…uh…”

Not only was the yogurt flowing down his most intimate area, but the viscous liquid seeping into the forcibly spread rear made Noah’s body tremble violently.

As more poured out than went in, Ian forced his rear wider apart.

The contrast of the white yogurt flowing into the parted entrance was vivid.

Ian had poured half the yogurt cup, meaning the other half went inside.

After emptying the small container, Ian sneered, “Dribbling it out like that, is it because it’s not semen?”

It does look similar though.

Ian, who seemed to enjoy tormenting Noah a bit too much lately, put down the container and made a contemplative sound.

Noah partly agreed with Ian’s words.

The sensation of the lukewarm yogurt seeping into his rear was quite reminiscent of semen.

Since Ian had penetrated him in the hallway earlier, Noah was feeling a bit drained and swayed slightly, prompting Ian to loudly spank his butt several times.

Noah trembled and lifted his already sore butt from last night’s spanking higher.

“Ah, this will do.”

There were rustling sounds as Ian seemed to pick something up.

Perhaps because Noah had shown Daniel him getting penetrated by Ian earlier, Noah was unusually aroused today, so he gripped the carpet with his fingers, trying to calm down.

But his efforts were futile as something round and cold pushed forcefully into his sticky, yogurt-coated rear, eliciting an anguished moan.

“Hah…ah…ugh…wh-what is this…”

“Don’t struggle. I’ll make sure you’re full without you having to do anything.”

You prefer eating from your rear entrance rather than your mouth, don’t you?

Along with the lewd remark, Ian pushed something else from behind.

From its size and scent, it seemed to be grapes from the lunchbox, and that guess was correct.

Mockingly, while saying it’s too precious, Ian inserted another green grape into Noah’s rear, which was oozing white yogurt.

Whenever Ian relentlessly pushed in more grapes without pause, Noah’s body trembled.

His legs instinctively curled up from the sensation of the cold, round fruit passing through one by one.

“Who would doubt you’re an omega, gobbling it up from behind like that.”

“Ah, no…no…ugh…”

“No? You’ve already eaten nearly half.”

As if to show proof, Ian shook the small bunch of grapes in front of Noah, which was nearly half gone.

A green grape fell off and rolled on the floor.

The thought that half had entered him made Noah clench and moan.

Ian began pushing more grapes into Noah’s rear.

Noah broke out in a cold sweat, clawing at the carpet, but Ian paid no heed and eventually tossed the stem with only seeds remaining in front of Noah’s nose.

However, Ian didn’t seem satisfied with just that.

“Surely this isn’t enough for you, is it?”

“Please, stop…”

“Oh, we’re married now, no need to be so shy.”

Feigning kindness, Ian lifted the entire fruit bowl.

Something firmer and larger than grapes forcefully pushed into his rear.

Judging by the deep green stem that fell beside the table, it was cherries.

Only then did Noah belatedly realize Ian must have deliberately instructed the chef to include these types of fruit in the lunchbox…if that was the case, Ian was remarkably meticulous…

Lost in thought, Noah was tormented by Ian’s hands relentlessly stuffing cherries into his rear, already filled with grapes.

After forcing in a few more cherries, Noah couldn’t maintain the position any longer and collapsed.

Ian then lifted one of Noah’s ankles and continued inserting the fruit.

The sight of the small red cherries being swallowed by Noah’s raised, fleshy butt cheeks was highly erotic.

“Ahh…ugh…ah!”

Stopping with the cherries, Ian shoved his fingers inside, stirring and poking roughly, each time eliciting anguished moans from Noah.

Ian only stopped his merciless assault when Noah, nearly falling over, scraped the floor begging him to stop.

Noah’s abdomen ached terribly, and he curled up moaning, his belly slightly more swollen than before.

“Already? There’s still plenty left to eat.”

“I can’t…anymore…” Noah pleaded through sobs.

His rear so stuffed, it felt like the last cherry would pop out any second, taking immense effort just to clench and keep everything inside.

Even after tormenting Noah to his satisfaction, Ian magnanimously nodded.

“You can let it out. But don’t you dare shamelessly spit it out again.”

In other words…just leave it as is.

Noah struggled to get dressed while whimpering, the fruits feeling like they rolled around inside with every movement, even though there was no room for that.

Unable to even wipe off the dried yogurt, Noah painstakingly put on his jeans, the greatest challenge.

As he unsteadily headed out, Noah hesitated when he spotted the thermos filled with coffee.

“Over there…”

“What?”

“Coffee…”

With a look of “what are you saying”, Ian furrowed his brows.

After slightly parting his lips, Noah simply closed his mouth and exited the president’s office.

He leaned against the wall for support, struggling with each step.

His fully erect penis was painfully constricted inside his jeans.

With flushed eyes from arousal and agony, Noah hurriedly made his way to the nearest restroom after reaching the lobby.

Thankfully, the restroom was relatively empty.

Entering an empty stall, Noah shut the door, panted heavily, hastily pulled down his pants and underwear, then leaned his cheek against the wall and stroked himself.

“…Ah! Ah…ugh…mmph…”

Unable to be too loud in the restroom, Noah bit his arm tightly and rapidly moved his hand.

As he reached his climax, his vision whited out.

Still highly aroused, Noah lewdly gasped for air, scratching the wall with one hand while spreading his butt cheeks with the other, grinding against the wall.

As he clenched his rear repeatedly during the prolonged orgasmic shudders, the tightly packed fruits tumbled noisily onto the floor.

Panting heavily, Noah looked down to see his hand covered in white semen, and a thin liquid, whether fruit juice, yogurt, or bodily fluid, dripped from his rear onto the floor.

Wobbling, he lowered the toilet lid and sat backwards, using his fingers to scoop out the remaining fruits while clenching his butt cheeks, still dazed from the waves of pleasure.

I should have brought my coffee…

I’ll just buy one on the way.

Then Noah flinched and mumbled,

“Ah, let me do it one more time before buying coffee…”

***

Daniel slammed the door shut with a ghastly pale face, causing the other secretaries to look at him strangely.

“Director, what happened? Where are the documents you went for approval…”

“Well, the president…”

“Ah…”

Accustomed to Ian’s antics, the secretaries immediately grasped the situation from Daniel’s mention of “the president” and his vague gesture.

The president is doing something embarrassing outside again…

Why does he always do that kind of thing at the company of all places…

It would be better if it was at least in the president’s office.

Elijah, the youngest secretary, glanced worriedly at his watch.

“I really need to go downstairs now.”

However, Daniel dragged a chair to block the door and stubbornly sat there shaking his head, arms crossed with a pale face.

Knowing that in such situations, going out wouldn’t just mean getting scolded by Daniel but potentially getting fired by Ian, Elijah gave up and returned to his seat.

Meanwhile, Daniel was engulfed in an immense internal conflict.

‘It didn’t seem like he was doing it willingly…’

No matter how he looked at it, Noah Frost’s situation didn’t appear to be a consensual relationship.

His flustered face when Daniel appeared, his bound hands, and that butt… uh, ugh, bu… Ack!

Daniel shook his head vigorously and squeezed his eyes shut.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Even if it’s hard to forget, I have to!

Daniel sighed deeply.

He should have known from the moment his vile, villainous-like, wicked president openly tormented and threatened to kick out Noah Frost at their first meeting.

No, he should have known when the president suddenly told him to buy random things from the adult store…!

He had just thought the president would play a bit rough this time…

However, even if Noah Frost was being forced by Ian, there was nothing Daniel could do about it.

Report it to the police? That’s nonsense.

The moment he reported it to the police, the very sordid conflict (or rather, fact) between Ian Miller and Noah Frost would spread through the media, and Daniel would disappear without a trace by someone sent from either the Miller or Frost families.

Daniel was well aware that the more money and power a person had, the less the law applied equally to them.

In such cases, the main issue was not usually the victim’s stance, but the potential damage to relations between the two families if things went awry – most influential families preferred to keep things quiet.

It’s not for nothing they call it a strategic marriage.

Moreover, even if by some chance Tanner valued his youngest son over the family’s honor or interests and Ian ended up prosecuted in court, as an alpha, Ian would have a much more advantageous position than the omega Noah.

Despite growing calls to amend the extremely discriminatory omega laws nowadays, it was still hardly considered a crime for an alpha to “take” their omega, by whatever means.

The more powerful the alpha, the more this tended to be the case.

So rather than stirring up trouble unnecessarily, all Daniel could do was sit here helplessly, cursing his incompetent boss while feeling pity for Noah.

When he ran into that woman Heather earlier, she must have realized the situation too…That poor boy, how long could he possibly endure…Good grief, they only got married a week ago and the alpha husband is already so vicious, not to mention already cheating…

Daniel sighed deeply again wondering how much longer the marriage would even last.

Seeing how Ian behaved so brazenly even at the company, it was clear how much more he tormented and tormented Noah at home.

Around 30 minutes after Daniel sat guarding the door wracked with guilt, Ian finally called for him.

Daniel cautiously exited to the hallway and entered the president’s office.

Fortunately, only Ian was present in his office.

Lounging on the sofa with crossed legs like a beast who had gorged itself, Ian nodded at Daniel.

“Clean this up.”

“Yes, understood.”

Though he answered promptly, Daniel inwardly grumbled.

I’m a secretary, not a janitor…

He could just send a cleaning robot, but Ian constantly summoned him for all sorts of menial tasks – it was nothing new.

As Daniel began picking up the grape stems scattered on the floor, he noticed a white stain on the carpet.

At first thinking Ian couldn’t have done “that” here, the secretary’s face stiffened before realizing it was just yogurt residue, not semen.

Why did he eat all the grapes and leave them here…

And why did people who should have impeccable dining etiquette sloppily drip yogurt all over the carpet while eating?

As Daniel grumbled and moved to clear the lunchbox from the table, his hand paused.

While the other foods seemed untouched, only a bunch of grapes and a few cherries rolled around in the fruit container.

The grapes being eaten with the skin on explained the stems being the only remains, but there were many cherry stems though not a single pit from the cherries that had been eaten and spit out.

This couldn’t be…what I’m thinking, could it…?

Being quite perceptive, the inadvertent imagery surfacing in Daniel’s mind caused his expression to turn ghastly pale as he unconsciously stared at Ian, who frowned at his secretary’s look.

“What’s with that annoying expression?”

“President, isn’t this…a bit excessive?”

Daniel meekly protested, but when Ian raised his eyebrows, he could only hang his head and diligently clean up.

Yeah, in my position, who would I even appeal to…

It’s pointless anyway.

While the lunchbox looked quite appetizing, not knowing what exactly Ian had done with it, Daniel figured he should just discard it.

“To be honest, I didn’t think he’d last more than two days. I expected him to run away crying the first night.”

Propping his chin, Ian casually muttered while watching Daniel clean up.

Stronger than I thought, huh?

Daniel inwardly thought as he silently vacuumed the carpet.

Ian Miller is a demon, a demon.

How did I end up working under the most wicked villain in the world…

Well, at least he pays extremely well.

“Since I still have plenty left to torment him with, it’d be nice if he could endure for at least a month.”

Seeing Ian’s clear enjoyment, Daniel inwardly expressed deep condolences for Noah Frost.

What sins did he commit in a past life to end up marrying such a vile person…!

Despite his complex thoughts, Daniel diligently cleaned the carpet and lunchbox when he noticed a nicely packaged coffee thermos.

Debating whether to discard it, since it seemed untouched and remembering Noah Frost had put some thought into bringing it, Daniel carefully asked,

“Should I throw out this coffee too?”

“Bring it here.”

The thermos kept it warm.

That Frost who would have been treated so preciously had he married someone else…

Daniel inwardly clicked his tongue as he handed the coffee to Ian.

Ian casually took it, had a sip, and immediately frowned before ordering,

“Throw it out.”

Well, that’s Ian for you…if it’s not his preferred brand with his desired toppings, he won’t touch it.

The fact that he even took a sip was probably because the lobby cafe carried his favored brand – shocking enough.

Daniel found that alone rather surprising, considering how many times Ian had made him get new coffees because they had cooled slightly or the color wasn’t to his liking, despite the toppings being exact.

Struggling to hold the bundled carpet, coffee, and lunchbox all at once, Daniel left the president’s office thinking,

I’d give a month’s salary to see someone put that man in his place, even if just once…