Bondage and Marriage - 23

“—Honey…? Who is she?”

Isabella asked cautiously, trying hard to hide her anxiety.

At her question, the man and woman who had been standing close together in the kitchen, whispering to each other, turned around.

Isabella’s husband smiled warmly as he wrapped his arm around Emma’s waist right in front of his wife. It was a smile he had never shown his wife.

Emma, too, smiled beautifully, as if showing off. Isabella’s eyes trembled, unable to conceal her anxiety.

“—Haven’t you introduced yourselves yet? This is Emma. …She’s my lover, who will be living in this house from today.”

Her husband shamelessly introduced his lover in front of his wife. Isabella shook her head in disbelief.

“—Lo… Lover? You’re joking… You must be joking, right?”

Emma didn’t bother to hide her mocking sneer towards Isabella.

“—Would it be a joke? How poorly must a wife perform her duties for her husband to bring home a lover?”

“—How… How dare you… You…!”

“How could you do this to me?” Isabella cried out as she rushed forward and clung to her husband, but he shook her off, causing her to collapse to the floor. Tears welled up in Isabella’s gentle light brown eyes and began to fall. However, instead of feeling sorry, her husband scolded her rudely, asking what kind of nonsense she was pulling.

Noah clenched his fists as he watched Isabella being tormented by her husband and Emma on the screen.

“Wow, Emma is really awful. Isabella is so pitiful…”

Noah muttered to himself, both admiring Emma’s villainy and feeling sympathy for Isabella.

He had taken a long nap earlier that day and, after waking up, decided to rewatch “The Archetype of a Villainess” from the beginning.

The scene where Emma first meets Isabella still amazed him with Emma’s wickedness, no matter how many times he watched it.

As Noah finished watching the 12th episode, the preview for the next episode started.

He had already seen the entire series twice, so he knew exactly what would happen next.

It was the scene where Isabella, having given up on her husband, pleads with Emma to leave the house for the sake of her young son.

Emma tells Isabella that she might consider it if Isabella kneels and kisses her shoe.

Even though Isabella does as she’s told, Emma laughs mockingly, saying she only said she’d think about it, not that she would actually do it, and then leaves.

When the 13th episode aired, the viewers’ message boards exploded with anger towards Emma, and “The Archetype of a Villainess Emma” topped the search rankings on various portal sites.

However, Noah’s opinion differed from that of the general viewers.

As he watched the scene where Isabella trembles with shame and kisses Emma’s shoe, he found himself imagining what it would be like if someone like Emma tormented him.

It was no surprise that when Noah went to the club that week, he chose a female alpha as his partner.

After a pleasant evening of rewatching “The Archetype of a Villainess,” Noah had dinner with Heather and returned to his room to continue watching.

As he was eating the “Snowflake Parfait” the chef had put his heart and soul into, Amelia appeared on screen, completely crushing Emma. “You want to stay in this house? Then lick this shoe. I might consider it.”

Amelia was giving Emma a taste of her own medicine, exactly as Emma had done to Isabella.

Just then, there was a polite knock on the door, the characteristic knock of a servant. Noah paused the show and told the person to come in. A servant entered and spoke politely.

“Noah, Ian has just returned home. He is in the drawing room and has requested to see you.”

“Ah… Please tell him I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, Noah.”

From past experience, Noah knew exactly why Ian was calling him at this hour.

Hehe, with Heather around today, maybe things will be different…

Excited, Noah went to the bathroom to get ready and groomed himself.

As a male omega, he didn’t need as much time or effort to prepare compared to other men, which he quite liked.

If it were just an ordinary… relationship, there wouldn’t be a need to prepare at all…

But then, when had Ian ever done anything ordinary? Scat play was definitely not one of Noah’s preferred genres.

After finishing his preparations, Noah, now fully immersed in the roleplay, tried to look as pitiful and miserable as possible.

He lightly dampened his hair to give it a slightly wet appearance and dressed as modestly and neatly as possible.

He deliberately made a gloomy expression and thought to himself, “I’m poor Isabella, going to be tormented by my husband and Emma…” As Noah walked, the thought made him even more excited, so he had to force himself to think about something else.

The drawing room, primarily used to greet guests, was a grand and luxurious space that could be accessed by passing through the wide first-floor hall, climbing the stairs to the second floor, and opening the large doors.

The room was furnished with an antique chandelier that seemed to have a long history, and a fireplace that was rare to find nowadays.

It was a place Noah had never been to before, as he usually only frequented the hall, dining room, or his own room.

When Noah knocked on the door and entered, Ian and Heather were deep in conversation, sharing wine.

Noah swallowed nervously, closed the door, and stepped inside.

His blue eyes darted around anxiously, eventually landing on a black master box positioned on the drawing room table.

Since they usually only did it in Noah’s room, the sight of the box made Noah’s heart race with excitement. “Are we going to do it here today? Awesome!”

“Did you call for me…?”

Noah cautiously approached as Ian gave him a mischievous smile, the kind Noah found quite pleasing.

Ian beckoned him over with a flick of his finger.

As Noah hesitantly walked over to them, Ian sipped his wine and looked Noah up and down before casually asking Heather.

“What do you think? The omega I married this time.”

“Well, even when I saw him briefly during the day, I thought he was pretty unimpressive. Just at a glance, I’m clearly much better.”

The two of them treated Noah like they were giving a product review, with a tone full of mockery.

Despite Noah standing right in front of them, they continued their sneering conversation. “I expected more from an omega, but he doesn’t satisfy at all.

Can’t even suck or clench properly… Makes you wonder if he’s really an omega.

But then, he does end up climaxing after a few thrusts.” Ian’s lewd remarks made Noah blush.

In his heart, Noah wanted to just stand there and listen to them continue their vulgar banter about him, but having just watched “The Archetype of a Villainess,” he was somewhat channeling Isabella.

And Isabella didn’t like lewd talk. Noah’s eyebrows trembled pitifully as he intentionally made himself tear up a little.

“Pl-please don’t… There’s a guest here…”

“Guest? Do you really think he’s just a guest?”

Ian, who had been speaking cheerfully, suddenly grabbed Noah’s wrist and pulled him down to the floor. (Although Noah had no intention of actually escaping.)

As Noah tried to get up and break free, another hand grabbed his nape and pressed him down. Noah had felt this before—Ian’s strength was remarkable.

Once Ian had him pinned down, it was almost impossible to get away. With Ian and Heather sitting on the sofa, looking down at him, Noah felt like a pitiful animal that had been hunted, trembling and looking up at them with teary eyes.

Since earlier that day, Heather had been eyeing Noah hungrily, like a lioness on the verge of capturing her prey.

Noah obediently knelt, hoping that Ian and Heather would acknowledge him as a lover, as he gazed up at them quietly.

Ian, who had been silently looking down at the sniffling Noah, had a slight change in his brown eyes that Noah could vaguely sense, but didn’t quite understand.

The grip Ian had on Noah’s nape loosened a little, and then Ian gently scratched Noah’s soft skin with the tips of his fingers.

It was a small movement, but it sent chills down Noah’s spine. Ian then rubbed his thumb over Noah’s pale skin hard enough to leave a red mark, speaking slowly.

“Not a guest. I’m your teacher.”

…Huh? What is he talking about? Noah’s mind, which had been immersed in the role of Isabella, snapped back to reality as he looked up at Ian with wide eyes.

Heather, who had been trying to act nonchalant, also wore a puzzled expression, as if wondering what Ian meant.

No… anyone could see that Heather’s position was clearly that of a lover, right? Not a teacher, not a mistress, not even a concubine… A teacher?

Even Daniel, the employees of this mansion, and Heather herself all thought of Heather as Ian’s lover…

Ian, watching Noah’s bewildered expression, smoothly curved his lips into a smile.

“A teacher to show you how to properly behave as an Omega.”

“What… What does that—Ah?!”

Still not fully grasping the meaning, Noah was caught off guard as Ian pinned him down to the floor and began pulling off his pants.

Flustered, Noah struggled, but since they were indoors and it was well past 10 PM, Noah, who was wearing comfortable clothes on purpose, found his clothes being removed one by one in front of Heather. Noah shook his head while sniffling.

“No, no… There’s, there are other people here…”

“You had no problem stripping at the company, so why are you backing off here? When given a learning opportunity, you should be grateful and learn, Noah Frost.”

After easily stripping Noah of his briefs as well, Ian grabbed Noah’s wrist and pushed him in front of Heather.

Heather, who had crossed her legs to the right and was sitting proudly on the sofa, flashed a look of interest.

While Noah looked at him pitifully, Ian threw Noah’s discarded clothes into the fireplace.

The clothes were quickly covered in ash, and then Ian lit the fire.

Noah’s eyes widened as he watched his clothes burn behind the glass panel.

Having burned all of Noah’s clothes, Ian leisurely sat back on the sofa and asked Heather.

“So, tell me, Heather. How should we train this Omega?”

“Ian…”

Noah looked back and forth between Ian and Heather with teary eyes.

He was filled with anticipation and excitement.

Heather, who had been flustered earlier when Ian said she was a teacher and not a lover, now pushed that expression aside, scrutinizing Noah as if wondering how to handle him.

Heather stood up, making a thoughtful noise as she slowly circled around Noah, who was crouched down.

After completing a full circle, Heather turned around and approached the table, opening Ian’s master box.

She didn’t rummage around much before quickly finding and pulling out the tool she wanted, then handed it to Ian.

“There’s nothing better than obedience training to start with.”

What Ian held in his hand was a rather thick and large vibrator.

However, it was not of a typical design.

One end featured a very realistic-looking golden furry tail, seemingly resembling that of a dog.

As Ian held the vibrator, the tail swayed in his hand.

Heather perched herself on the armrest of the sofa where Ian was sitting. Ian’s command came swiftly.

“Get down.”

“No, Ian… Please… I’ll do anything you want in my room…”

Noah shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes, but of course, the thoughts in his mind were the complete opposite of what he was saying.

He loved dog play so much… How did they know…

Oh, right. Heather knew. Noah thought to himself that he should treat Heather to a meal after this, or maybe buy her the new handbag she liked… and maybe some shoes as a bonus.

“I said, get down. If you want to have another tail, you can stay where you are.”

Swallowing hard at Ian’s second warning, Noah approached the sofa where Ian was sitting.

With his ears and cheeks turning slightly red from shame, Noah positioned himself so that his buttocks were facing Ian and Heather, raising his hips as high as possible while lying flat on his chest.

He could feel the soft tail in Ian’s hand brushing against his buttocks. Noah gasped lightly as Ian grabbed one of his buttocks, exposing everything to their view.

“Just as Ian said, you’re far from ready. You should always make sure to wet yourself properly before any insertion.”

Even though Noah was an Omega, Heather mocked him, knowing full well that without sufficient stimulation, he wouldn’t produce any lubricant.

Meanwhile, Ian spread Noah’s buttocks further apart and began pushing the vibrator into him.

“Ugh… Ugh…!”

The vibrator had a long, oval-shaped plug-like design that was slightly longer than a hand span.

Even though the initial girth was somewhat manageable, forcing it into a dry area was quite tight.

The thickest part was similar in width to a penis, making it even harder.

As Ian pressed it in with force, Noah’s thighs trembled as he struggled to endure it.

But as always, Ian never retreated.

As he forcefully pushed it in, when it was about halfway in, the lubrication started to come out reflexively from the stimulation, making it easier to insert the rest.

However, the forced entry had already left the entrance slightly swollen and red.

After inserting the entire vibrator, Noah, panting and lowering his body slightly, felt Ian grab the tail and yank it.

Noah let out a sharp gasp.

“Who said you could relax?”

“Ah…! Ugh, ugh…!”

“Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of others?”

With a deceptively kind tone, Ian shook the tail from side to side.

As the vibrator shifted inside him, Noah moaned, scratching at the carpet.

Only after hearing Noah say he would do it properly did Ian release the tail and push the vibrator in further until the tail was tucked inside as well.

The tail was designed to stand straight up like a real animal’s, with a rigid plastic core embedded in the center.

While Ian forced it in until it was submerged up to about two finger joints, Noah trembled, struggling to maintain his posture.

As the flexible, curved tail was inserted further, the vibrator inside scraped dully against his insides.

“Heugh… uu…”

Finally, when Ian let Noah go, Noah lay on the floor, whimpering, with a shorter tail protruding from behind than when it was first inserted.

Although Noah had used vibrators or dildos with tails before, it was the first time he had one inserted so deep that even the tail was inside.

The fur felt strange whenever it tightened around him.

“How about starting with crawling a lap around here?”

“One lap isn’t enough. It should be at least three,” Heather encouraged from the side, now using the term “training” instead of “education,” and Ian took it a step further.

Noah still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sensation of the insertion, and the drawing room was quite spacious, designed to accommodate many guests.

It would be a challenge to crawl even one lap in this state. Noah shook his head.

“Ian, please… Heugh, I can’t, I can’t…”

“You can’t, huh? Then how about this?”

Ian softly lifted Noah’s chin, who was still lying on the floor. “In front of all the employees, you’ll crawl around the hall until I’m satisfied. That’ll make crawling here much easier, right? Should we do that?” Ian’s threat made Noah shudder.

Just imagining the scenario made Noah’s body ache sweetly.

But Noah Frost, as Ian knew, wasn’t someone who enjoyed such situations, so Noah had no choice but to stop resisting and start crawling a lap around the drawing room.

With the curved tail partially inserted, every time he moved, the blunt end of the vibrator poked deeply inside him.

“Aah…”

Noah’s body trembled at the sensation of the vibrator lightly jabbing his rear with each movement.

The fur brushing against him felt oddly strange whenever he tightened up.

Ugh, the fur… this feels… weird… Noah shivered as he crawled about halfway around.

Suddenly, the vibrator inside him began to hum.

“Ah…?!”

Of course, being a vibrator, it made sense that it would vibrate, but the subtle tingling feeling from the vibrator, which had been gently scraping his insides, now buzzed with a pleasure that was clearly closer to ecstasy. A bit uneasy, Noah flinched. T-this isn’t… good…

“You’d better move quickly. It’s the type that intensifies as it reacts to body heat.”

“Uh, ugh…! Aah!”

Just as Ian leisurely explained while watching Noah crawl around the drawing room, the vibration intensified by another notch.

Now, instead of a mere tickle, a definite sense of pleasure began to creep over Noah.

Of all things, the vibrator Ian had pushed inside seemed to have hit just the right spot.