Bondage and Marriage - 32

Daniel had asked Ian if Dmitri Solovyov should be invited to the regular meeting. Ian, who was almost done with his day’s work, clicked his tongue while signing a document at the mention of Dmitri’s name.

Ian hosted a monthly meeting at his estate with business partners to discuss sensitive matters that couldn’t be talked about elsewhere. It was his turn to host, and if Dmitri, who was soon to be added to the circle of collaborators, requested to attend, Ian had no reason to decline.

“Tell him to arrive at my estate by 1 PM tomorrow,” Ian said.

“Understood,” Daniel replied.

Although Ian extended the invitation, he wasn’t pleased about Dmitri attending. Dmitri’s insulting tone toward Noah at a recent social gathering left a sour impression. Moreover, his request to attend was made at the last minute, showcasing his lack of manners. Dmitri wasn’t known for being polite or considerate. His reputation for recklessness, especially with those who could conceive, had led to ruined lives and over a dozen illegitimate children in Russia alone.

While Dmitri might restrain himself abroad, Ian decided it would be best to assign only alpha or male beta attendants to serve the guests tomorrow. As Ian finished his paperwork and stood up, his thoughts shifted to Noah, who was at the estate. Being an omega, Noah might attract Dmitri’s attention. Ian doubted Dmitri would go so far as to make advances on the host’s spouse, but given Dmitri’s track record, Ian chose to be cautious.

After wrapping up his tasks and leaving the remaining work to Daniel, Ian returned home. With Hayden still on vacation, Miriam and the other staff greeted him. Hayden seemed eager to return, but Ian had cleverly arranged for him to enjoy a longer Mediterranean cruise with his family.

After briefing Miriam on the preparations for tomorrow’s guests, Ian headed to Noah’s room. In the grand four-story estate, Ian’s study and master bedroom were on the third floor, while guest rooms and lounges occupied the second. Noah’s room was on the first floor—a seldom-used spare room, deliberately chosen to slight him. Ian figured Noah, having been spoiled by the Frost family, would find the arrangement insulting.

Despite Ian’s efforts to provoke him, Noah never complained about his small room or his restricted finances. Ian had expected Noah to leave the estate out of indignation, but to his surprise, Noah stayed. It would have been less entertaining if he had left so easily.

Without knocking, Ian pushed the door open, letting in the cooler air from the sparsely sunlit room. Inside, the bare essentials of the modest space came into view—a bed, wardrobe, desk, and a lone computer. Ian rarely paid attention to the surroundings when he came here, as his visits were usually for one purpose: to claim Noah. Now, he looked around with fresh eyes.

Despite the wealth Noah likely had from the Frost family, the room remained unadorned. His suitcase sat by the desk, giving the impression that Noah was either a temporary guest or expected to be relocated soon. Ian smirked; there was no chance of that happening.

Ian didn’t consider this marriage a real one. It was merely a move to spite Tenner Frost. The fact that Noah hadn’t begged for a divorce yet was a surprising twist. Two months into their union, Ian wondered how much longer Noah could endure.

Noah was napping, his soft, steady breathing barely audible. Ian approached the bed with a plan to coat Noah in his pheromones as a warning to tomorrow’s guests that Noah was spoken for.

Among alphas, knotting was the most definitive way to claim someone. Unlike other marks, which could fade with time or be washed away, the effects of knotting lingered for over a week. However, Ian had no intention of knotting Noah. It was physically taxing for alphas, burdensome for the partner, and complicated contraceptive measures. It wasn’t something to do lightly.

Curious, Ian opened the bedside drawer and found the birth control pills Noah had conspicuously displayed when he first arrived at the estate. About eight pills were missing from the pack—indicative of regular use. With Noah being an omega male and Ian always using contraception-coated tools, the chances of pregnancy were practically zero.

Leaning closer to Noah, Ian could faintly detect his own pheromones mingling with Noah’s scent—a result of their nightly interactions. Noah’s pheromones, in contrast, were far more noticeable. Ian chuckled inwardly at the contrast before settling his focus on the tasks ahead.

Ian lifted the blanket and sat up on the bed. Noticing that Noah seemed cold, he furrowed his brow and pulled him toward him, swiftly placing him over his knees. Noah’s body, which had been sleeping on a heated bed, felt pleasantly warm.

“Ah…?”

Noah, who had been deep in sleep, woke up from Ian’s rough touch, looking confused. When he saw it was Ian, he understood. After all, who else in this mansion would treat him so freely? But today, instead of feeling excited about what Ian might do, Noah was more drowsy and out of it. He had been tormented by Ian the night before, but he was especially tired because he had stayed up late watching a drama, which made him unusually sleepy.

Noah tried to blink and shake off the sleepiness, but unexpectedly, Ian didn’t do anything right away after placing him on his knees. Instead, he just stared at Noah’s backside.

Ian had originally planned to start by spanking Noah until he begged in pain, but today, something about Noah’s backside, which had been warm from the bed, looked unusually… tempting. Without thinking, Ian placed his hand on it, feeling the soft, warm texture. It clung to his hand every time he moved it, and Ian wondered if he should spank Noah with his hand instead of using a belt like he had planned back on Cube Island, even though it might not hurt as much.

While Ian was deep in thought, Noah, still drowsy, nodded off again. Instead of being tormented, his backside was just being massaged, and it confused him. His energy had been low lately, so this only added to his confusion. Ian watched as Noah slowly lowered his head and buried his face in the blanket, falling back into a deep sleep. Ian raised an eyebrow. Is he really just going to sleep?

Normally, Ian might have let it slide if Noah was this sleepy, but Ian was not that kind of person. He reached down under the bed, pulled out a box, and opened it. Instead of bringing items one by one to the room, he had left the box there for convenience. Inside were various items Ian used to torment Noah.

With a mischievous look on his face, Ian dug through the box, wondering which item would give the most intense shock. What he pulled out was an egg-shaped vibrator, fitting its name perfectly. Ian turned the dial to the lowest setting, but even at its weakest, it vibrated intensely. Satisfied, Ian stopped the vibration and reached between Noah’s legs, but then paused.

“Hmm…”

For some reason, Ian took the gel that was in the box, even though he had never used it before. Ian squeezed the gel onto his right hand and spread apart the hand that had been rubbing his buttocks. Noah’s soft pink entrance was slightly revealed, but he was deeply asleep, his face buried in the fluffy blanket.

Ian caressed Noah’s back gently, unlike his usual rough touch. Noah still did not react. Ian’s fingers slowly circled the entrance and then pushed one inside. After a while, a second finger joined the first. Noah twitched slightly, feeling the fingers probing him in his sleep.

Waiting for what was to come next, Ian patiently moved his fingers, gently massaging the soft inner walls. Soon, lubricant started to seep out, and the entrance became more relaxed, readily accepting the fingers. Only then did Ian reach for the egg.

Inserting a finger to widen the opening, Ian slowly pushed the egg inside. Unlike his usual forceful approach, the generous use of gel and the loosened entrance allowed the egg to slide in smoothly. While Noah shifted his body, Ian soothed him gently, and the movement soon subsided. Toying with a sleeping person may not be to his liking, but Ian found it quite enjoyable. He lowered the wires and switch that hung between Noah’s buttocks and rummaged through the box again.

“Ah, this will be good.”

The object he picked up was a rather thick plug with bumpy protrusions all over it, and it had a belt attached to the base that could be secured around the groin. Flipping the switch, Ian noticed the plug was vibrating and rotating steadily side to side.

Noah, who had been vaguely dreaming of a massage, could not help but wake up as he felt something heavy pressing into him. As soon as he opened his eyes, a moan escaped his lips. Being a light sleeper, he was confused by the sensation of something substantial pushing inside him.

Wiggling his hips, Noah realized there was some kind of plug inserted in him, though it did not fully close up. Turning his head, he saw the black box from Tear’s had been placed on the bed, its lid open. Noah then noticed the two switches in Ian’s hand – one wireless, one wired, connected to the device inside him.

“Sleep well?”

“I-Ian…”

Before Noah could react, Ian quickly flipped the wired switch, causing the object inside to start vibrating powerfully. Noah’s body jerked in response, but Ian firmly pushed him back down. The intense vibrations were so strong Noah could even hear the buzzing in his ears.

“Ah, nngh…”

As Noah curled up, groaning, he marveled at how dulled his senses became when asleep, allowing this to happen without realizing. The second wave of vibrations made his body shudder.

“Aaah! Ah…!”

It was no simple plug – the heavy, drilling sensation as it rotated was far beyond that. Each time the large nubs pressed against his inner walls, the sensation was overwhelming, far exceeding the vibrations of the egg.

The plug in Noah’s rear rotated clockwise and then counter-clockwise, the belts on his thighs preventing it from fully spinning. Noah’s legs trembled with each change in direction. The ridges inside rubbing his sweet spot felt like sparks bursting before his eyes.

“Ngh, haah…! No, nngh, ah!”

Watching the plug’s base twist left and right, Ian gripped and massaged Noah’s buttocks, causing the moans to grow louder as the sensations intensified.

“I prepared this while you were sleeping. Do you like it?”

“Nngh…ah…”

Not satisfied? Ian said, flipping the switch higher. Noah curled up, a cry escaping his lips as the vibrations grew stronger. The pleasure spreading through him made his mouth fall open, whimpers pouring out. Ian had to pull Noah back up onto the bed, nearly losing his balance.

Suddenly assaulted by the intense stimulation, Noah writhed on the bed, hips bucking. The vibrations were so fierce that Noah’s arousal was already dripping with clear fluid.

“Stop, aaah…!”

“We’ve just started, don’t stop now.”

Climbing onto the bed, Ian pressed his swollen arousal against Noah’s lips, already thick with alpha pheromones. The potent scent hit Noah, making him gasp.

Pheromones were a way to indicate attraction, used to lure mates, though people usually restrained themselves in public. But in the clubs Noah frequented, it was common for people to openly spray themselves with pheromines to seduce or show dominance.

Ian, who always held back his pheromones around Noah, was now exuding them aggressively, overwhelming Noah’s senses. Grabbing Noah’s hair, Ian pressed his arousal against his cheek and lips.

“Want to stop? Try using your mouth.”

“Nnh, ugh…”

Ian roughly grabbed Noah’s hair and growled. “I told you to use your mouth, not your hands.”

Stung by the painful tugging, Noah almost cried out as he bit the edge of Ian’s pants.

Of course, using only the mouth to undo the buckle and zipper was not an easy task. Noah groaned and panted heavily before finally managing to pull down the zipper. As soon as Noah had struggled to lower the underwear, Ian shoved himself into Noah’s mouth.

“Suck it properly.”

Feeling Ian’s firm member filling his soft mouth, Ian tugged Noah’s hair and pushed deeper down Noah’s throat. Noah gagged but Ian didn’t let up, forcing his way in further.

Noah’s face flushed red and his trembling hands gripped Ian’s thighs as Ian thrust deeply, making Noah’s Adam’s apple bob. Finally, Ian withdrew, allowing Noah to cough and gasp for air, only to be filled again.

Noah’s mind was reeling – the vibrating plug and egg stirring him up inside, while Ian’s hard member suffocated him above, all amplified by the overpowering pheromones. Every time Ian thrust into his mouth, Noah made muffled, involuntary sounds.

“Ugh, uh…mmph!”

Ian yanked Noah’s head back in, making him swallow almost the full length. Noah choked and pushed against Ian’s thighs, but Ian simply shifted his feet to grind against Noah’s crotch, still wearing his shoes.

Gasping and coughing, tears streamed down Noah’s reddened face as Ian continued ruthlessly thrusting. The physical pain and humiliation were excruciating, but Noah couldn’t deny this was what he craved.

As Noah climaxed, staining the sheets under Ian’s shoes, Ian pounded a few more times before withdrawing and spraying Noah’s face.

“Ah…ugh, cough…mmh…”

Noah’s eyes squeezed shut as the sticky liquid coated his lips and lashes. Ian finally released Noah’s hair, and Noah pleaded with his raw, trembling voice.

“Please…take it out now…”

“Take what out?” Ian smirked, flipping Noah over. Noah whimpered at the relentless vibrations inside, but Ian simply slapped his rear, refusing to remove the plug as Noah had requested.