Bondage and Marriage - 25

Heather grabbed Noah’s collar and pulled him.

She led him to a bench by the path and positioned Noah in front of it, reaching out from behind.

“Let’s see how well you learned last night.”

Heather spoke in a growling tone as she unbuckled Noah’s pants.

Unlike the hallways of the office or inside the mansion, this was the garden, where sunlight streamed through the glass dome above.

This was truly an outdoor setting.

They had tried things before at the rooftop pool and garden of a hotel, but a hotel isn’t exactly outdoors.

Noah was already getting excited.

Heather removed not just Noah’s pants and briefs but also his shoes and socks, stripping everything from his lower body.

His pale skin, which had never been exposed to sunlight, was now revealed.

Red marks from Ian’s grip were visible on his hips under the sweater, and his slightly stiffened erection had taken on a deeper pink hue than usual.

“Get on the bench and lie down.”

Following Heather’s instructions, Noah climbed onto the bench, sitting backward and gripping the backrest.

Since the bench was meant for sitting, not lying, he naturally had to spread his legs wide to kneel and lie down.

Heather, satisfied with Noah’s position, caressed his round buttocks.

Noah, lying on the bench in the middle of the garden with his most private parts exposed, was, to put it crudely, incredibly arousing.

Heather, after stroking Noah’s butt, spread his soft, pale cheeks wide, revealing everything.

The entrance, which had been tormented all night, was slightly swollen, but tightly shut, thanks to the healing ointment or perhaps the Omega’s natural recovery ability.

“Ahh…”

When Heather rubbed the area with her knuckles, Noah let out a low, pleasurable moan.

The humiliating situation and position had already made Noah highly aroused.

The thought that someone might pass by and see him being teased by his husband’s so-called lover sent chills down his spine.

Just like when he was caught by Daniel while being humiliated by Ian at the office, the excitement was overwhelming.

As Heather continued to teasingly rub him, Noah began to instinctively move his hips, pleading.

“Heather, stop teasing and just put it in… please?”

Finally, in response to Noah’s request, Heather slowly slid a finger inside.

The dry entrance resisted even a single finger, but Heather forced in two from the start.

The dryness made it difficult, but Heather advanced slowly until the fingers were fully inside before pulling them out again.

“Ugh… Hnn…”

Noah gripped the backrest tightly, savoring the forced invasion.

As lubrication began to flow, the sounds from behind became more moist.

The tightness was gone, but the sound made the humiliation even worse, and Noah’s ears flushed red.

Heather smacked Noah’s buttocks sharply.

“Lift your hips higher. The angle isn’t right.”

Flinching, Noah raised his hips as high as he could, and Heather’s movements became rougher.

Without resistance, Heather began spreading Noah’s entrance wider, forcing it open like scissors.

The once tightly closed entrance was forced open, and Noah’s thighs trembled.

“Already so loose after just a little stretching…”

“Ahh… Ugh…”

“Tighten up. Who’d want to enter something this loose?”

Heather slapped Noah’s butt while widening the fingers even more.

Noah tried to clench down, but the entrance, forcibly spread by Heather’s fingers, wouldn’t close.

Heather growled at Noah to tighten up, slapping him repeatedly, but Noah’s butt only reddened further.

After slapping until her hand hurt, Heather suddenly changed her approach.

She thrust her fingers deep inside, bending them like hooks to torment Noah.

After some time, she straightened her fingers again before pulling them out and thrusting back in, repeating the torturous movements.

As Heather’s fingers moved freely inside, probing Noah’s walls, Noah flinched and moaned.

Finally, Heather inserted a third finger, thrusting deeply while whispering into Noah’s ear.

“How is it? Does it feel good being stretched like this?”

“Ahh… Ugh… Yes!”

“Didn’t you hear me properly?”

As Heather slowly spread her fingers again, Noah gasped and barely managed to reply.

“Feels good… Ahh… It feels good…”

Noah found Heather’s fingers too teasing and wished for something thicker.

Should he take back his request not to be penetrated?

Just as Noah was about to reconsider, a familiar voice came from behind.

“Feels good? What feels so good?”

Gasp. Startled by the unexpected voice, Noah clenched down.

Given his position, he couldn’t turn his head to check, but it was clearly Ian’s voice.

Wasn’t he supposed to be at work today?

Normally, he’d be at the office by this time… After being tormented by Heather and Ian last night and skipping breakfast due to oversleeping, Noah had assumed Ian would be at work.

Cold sweat ran down his back. Was this the end of his blissful (?) married life? It was too soon…

Heather’s fingers stopped momentarily, seemingly surprised as well, but she quickly resumed her actions, thrusting even more aggressively, making Noah yelp involuntarily as she nonchalantly asked,

“Oh my, is today your day off? Perfect timing. Want to join?”

But Ian didn’t respond or accept the offer.

Instead, he roughly grabbed Noah’s wrist and pulled him up.

As Noah’s position shifted, Heather withdrew her hand, and Noah was tossed onto the grass, groaning.

Wide-eyed, Noah curled his legs and looked up at Ian, who was glaring down at him with a displeased expression.

“Get out,” Ian coldly ordered Heather.

Heather, taken aback, stared at Ian for a moment before shrugging.

After all, Heather was hired by Ian to torment Noah. If her employer told her to leave, she had no choice.

“Alright. See you later.”

Heather’s expression wasn’t one of annoyance but rather amusement, as if she’d seen something interesting.

Without hesitation, Heather left the scene, leaving behind a trembling Noah and a seemingly irritated Ian in the garden.

Noah anxiously watched Ian.

How much had he seen?

If he had heard Noah begging Heather to put her fingers inside, that would be disastrous…

“I didn’t know you’d spread your legs so easily.”

Was he seriously having an affair right here in my mansion?

Ian mocked as he forced his shoe between Noah’s tightly closed thighs, spreading them apart.

Every time the tip of Ian’s shoe brushed against Noah’s erection, Noah shuddered.

“How many times have you fooled around in the garden while I was away?”

Noah, relieved by Ian’s response, felt a bit calmer.

Thankfully, it seemed Ian hadn’t seen him begging Heather to put her fingers inside.

That meant there was still a chance to salvage the situation…

Trembling, Noah shook his head, even adding a few tears for effect.

“I never… I swear…”

“You never? But what I just saw tells a different story…”

Ian spoke leisurely as he prodded Noah’s thighs apart with his foot.

Despite his words, something dark and sinister seemed to drip from Ian’s gaze.

Mesmerized, Noah looked up at Ian, spreading his legs wider as Ian’s foot urged him to.

“Ha… but… Ian, last night… that person said… he was my teacher…”

Noah blushed as Ian slid his shoe between his legs, causing Noah’s genitals to rest on the smooth surface of the shoe.

The hard tip of the shoe pressed firmly against his perineum.

“Teacher? Are you pretending not to know, or are you just stupid? Does he look like your teacher?”

“Ugh…!”

“Yeah, go ahead, show me what your teacher taught you.” Ian spoke coldly as he grabbed Noah’s ankle and flipped his struggling body over.

Pinning Noah down, Ian grabbed his hand and guided it to his own backside, forcing his fingers into it.

Noah, realizing Ian’s intentions, began trembling as he awkwardly probed his own entrance.

Ian watched in frustration as Noah, sniffling, clumsily poked at himself with his fingers.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became.

Yes, it was true that Ian had brought Heather to torment Noah, but that didn’t mean Heather had any right to touch Noah.

No matter how much Ian disliked the marriage, Noah Frost was his omega.

Ian felt violated, as though his territory and rights had been trespassed upon.

As Noah awkwardly tried to pleasure himself, Ian growled and pinned him down harder.

Startled, Noah collapsed under Ian’s weight just as he heard the familiar sound of a zipper, followed by Ian’s swift entry.

“Agh, ugh… ah…!”

As the heavy intrusion replaced the teasing fingers, Noah’s body tightened, trembling from the suddenness of it.

Ah… so good…” Noah groaned, clutching at the grass as Ian gripped his hips, lifting them for better access.

Each rough thrust scraped Noah’s knees against the grass, but even that stinging sensation felt like sweet pain to him.

“You, you like anything put in your backside, don’t you? Huh?”

“N-No… it’s not, ngh, no…” Noah moaned as Ian twisted his hips while driving deeper.

His legs kicked in protest, but Ian mocked him, pounding away with loud, wet slaps.

Fluids dripped onto the grass from where they were joined.

Ian sneered, suggesting it would feel even better with more, and shoved his fingers into the already stretched entrance, forcing it wider.

“No, stop, ah, ah!”

“Stop? Oh, is it because it’s not your own fingers?”

Ian twisted Noah’s arm behind him, forcing him to keep his fingers in place as he stretched him further.

Trembling, Noah whimpered but followed Ian’s command, inserting two fingers into himself.

It was an awkward position, and only the tips of his fingers managed to get in, but Ian didn’t care.

He continued to thrust deeply while ordering Noah to spread himself wider.

Even though Ian’s size already filled him to capacity, Noah painfully moaned as he bent his fingers to pull himself open.

When his reddened insides were fully exposed, Ian resumed pounding recklessly.

Noah had to keep his fingers inside until his shoulders ached unbearably.

Finally, after using both his fingers and his member to torment Noah, Ian released inside him and withdrew.

The sensation of Ian pulling out left Noah shaking.

His aching back side felt strangely good, but… not quite enough…

Swallowing hard, Noah turned to face Ian, who was getting up.

His tear-filled eyes looked up at Ian as he curled his legs and covered his sore backside with his hand.

With a face full of innocence, Noah silently asked Ian if the torment was finally over, glancing up at him shyly while reaching for his pants.

Of course, Ian grabbed Noah’s ankle again and pulled him apart once more.

***

Having successfully provoked Ian, Noah indulged in his satisfaction, switching positions while leaning against a tree or lying across the fountain in the garden.

When it was over, his legs trembled as he made his way back to the room.

Once inside, he noticed that his sweater was covered in grass stains, and bits of grass clung to it here and there.

The sweater was ruined, with loose threads everywhere, so he threw it away.

Still, Ian’s reaction in the garden had been unexpected.

Noah had thought he could enjoy a fun threesome with Heather again, but Ian’s displeased expression had caught him off guard.

Usually, alphas, especially when bonded with an omega, were possessive of their partner.

The act of knotting, which scraped away other alpha’s fluids and increased the chances of pregnancy, was a prime example of an alpha’s desire to dominate and own.

Noah had seen two alphas in clubs fighting like wild animals over an omega.

Sometimes, alphas had a beastly side.

Was it just because Ian was an alpha that he acted this way, even though it was a political marriage, and he wanted to kick Noah out of the mansion?

Noah dismissed Ian’s anger as a typical case of an alpha annoyed at losing control, and while applying ointment to his scraped knees before putting on his pants, he heard a knock. “Noah? I’m coming in.”

Heather entered, already fully dressed to go out.

“Where are you going?”

“Ian terminated the contract. Seems I really got on his nerves earlier.”

Despite saying this, Heather didn’t seem too concerned.

He stared at Noah for a moment, who, with a contented look, appeared like a well-fed cat.

Noah, noticing the meaningful gaze, tilted his head in confusion.

“Do you have something to say?”

“Noah… you said you were planning to divorce Ian, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, in case…”

Heather almost asked what Noah would do if Ian refused to divorce him, but swallowed the question.

Seeing Noah’s innocent blue eyes, Heather clicked his tongue mentally.

Well, it was their issue, after all.

No good ever came from getting involved in such matters. Heather quickly changed the subject.

“If you do get divorced, make sure to contact me, okay?”

“Huh? Sure. We’ll definitely meet at the club then.”, Noah replied brightly.

As Heather left the room, bidding farewell, he couldn’t shake the feeling that… somehow, he wouldn’t see Noah at the club again.