Bondage and Marriage - 34

Noah frowned slightly. Swapping… He had tried partner swapping before. He had also seen married couples come to clubs and swap partners a few times. However, in Noah’s experiences or observations, such exchanges always happened with everyone’s mutual consent.

When Noah looked at Sasha, as expected, her face had turned completely pale. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but when her eyes met Dmitri’s, her lips trembled, and she shut them tight.

There were numerous reasons why Dmitri’s proposal didn’t sit well with Noah. It wasn’t just about whether Dmitri could torment him as effectively as Ian could. Dmitri’s constant condescending gaze toward both Sasha and Noah was intolerable. Ian wasn’t exactly a nice person either, but compared to Dmitri, Ian seemed almost decent. Ian might mock Noah for being an Omega, but at least he didn’t show outright contempt.

The current issue was whether Ian would accept Dmitri’s proposal or not. Ian had engaged in humiliating acts, such as public displays of intimacy, but so far, he had never completely handed Noah over to an unvetted stranger. Noah doubted Ian would agree now. Still, the idea of forced NTR (deriving pleasure from watching one’s partner with someone else) might be thrilling in its own way…

Noah, who had briefly let his imagination wander, quickly pulled himself together and observed Ian’s expression. Clubs often attracted dangerous individuals due to the nature of the attendees, and Dmitri gave off a similar vibe. There was no mutual consent involved, Dmitri didn’t seem like “their type,” and Noah’s instincts about him were terrible. Dmitri’s looks didn’t help either—he was entirely outside Noah’s preferences. Honestly, Noah’s standards had probably been raised from looking at Ian too long.

In any case, Noah decided that if Ian accepted the proposal, he would end this so-called honeymoon phase right then and there.

“I’m sorry, Dmitri, but I don’t have a hobby of sharing what’s mine with others.”

Ian’s tone, which had remained polite thus far, became slightly condescending, clearly showing his irritation. Hmm, it seemed their honeymoon life would continue. Noah was secretly pleased with Ian’s response. But still, was Ian lying, or did he not even consider what he shared with Heather as “sharing”? Noah hoped it was the latter.

“If Sasha doesn’t suit your taste, there are others. There’s Jay, a brunette Omega, who will definitely satisfy you.”

Startled, Noah instinctively looked at Sasha. Sasha was now bowing her head, her eyes slightly teary. Judging by her lack of shock, this probably wasn’t Dmitri’s first time doing something like this. Still, to openly talk about having other lovers in front of one’s wife was… astonishing. Dmitri, ignoring Sasha’s trembling demeanor, persistently negotiated with Ian, seemingly desperate to sleep with Noah.

But to go this far? Dmitri’s actions went beyond simple humiliation or insult.

“If brunettes aren’t your type, there’s a redhead, or a black-haired one. Male or female—”

“Mr. Solovyov.”

As Dmitri listed off names of lovers as if advertising his possessions, Ian coldly interrupted. Ian no longer found any value in listening to Dmitri’s irritating chatter. There was no way Dmitri would be invited to the next gathering.

“It’s late. Perhaps it’s time to call it a night.”

Though Ian’s words were framed as a suggestion, his tone made it clear: Dmitri was being dismissed. Dmitri’s face flushed slightly as his words were completely ignored. Still, perhaps understanding the need for basic decorum, he forced a smile and stood up.

“Now that I think about it, I’ve kept you up too late. I’ll take my leave. See you tomorrow.”

“Have a good night.”

Ian responded with an almost expressionless face, prompting Dmitri to leave the room with a slightly distorted expression. Poor Sasha also mumbled a timid good night and hurried after Dmitri with a frightened look.

Noah thought back to his father, Tanner, who wasn’t exactly an advocate for equality between Alphas and Omegas. However, compared to Dmitri, Tanner’s biases didn’t even qualify as discrimination. If Tanner viewed Omegas as fragile beings needing protection, Dmitri saw them as the property of Alphas. In some countries, it was said to be difficult to live as an Omega, and Russia was one of them. But to see it so blatantly… or maybe Dmitri was particularly terrible?

In a society where Omega discrimination was normalized, and power resided with Alphas, Dmitri’s deplorable character was a prime example of how such a combination could lead to the worst outcomes. Turning his attention back to Ian, Noah noticed Ian pressing his temples with a deeply displeased expression.

Rolling his blue eyes, Noah quietly stood up.

“Well then, I’ll… head off now.”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Huh? Why… was Ian planning to do something in the lounge? Noah glanced at the clock. Considering the guests, he’d probably need to wake up early tomorrow, but one late night wouldn’t hurt. Noah sent a hopeful glance at Ian, who, instead of sharing his intentions, shot a sharp look at the lounge door Dmitri had exited before standing.

What was Ian planning? Grumbling internally, Noah followed him. When Ian ascended to the third floor, Noah assumed he had no plans to do anything tonight. Deciding to return to his first-floor room, Noah changed direction.

But as he absentmindedly descended the stairs, he felt a hand grab the back of his neck, nearly causing him to fall backward. Turning around, he saw Ian glaring at him.

“I asked, where are you going?”

“To my… room?”

As Noah blinked in confusion, Ian dragged him like a dog on a leash. When Noah hesitantly walked back up the stairs, Ian gripped his waist tightly, making it impossible to resist. Anyone watching might have mistaken them for an affectionate couple. Ian was heading to the third floor.

There were places in the mansion Noah had never visited, one being the master bedroom. Well, it was Ian’s bedroom now. Since Noah mostly stayed on the first floor, he had rarely gone to the third.

Ah, that makes sense. With guests present, it wouldn’t look good for them to know Noah and Ian slept separately or that Noah stayed in a secluded first-floor room. So tonight, they’d share the master bedroom.

As Noah expected, Ian opened the largest and most elaborate door on the third floor and walked inside. He heard the door slam shut behind him. Noah looked around the bedroom. His own room was certainly incomparable to this place. If he had to compare, maybe it was like the hotel room he stayed in at Cube Island… No, this room was even wider and more elegant, with a very large bed right in the center, clearly a master bedroom.

The bed was really… soft, plush, and looked perfectly comfortable. Noah didn’t have many complaints about his own room, but seeing the bed in the master bedroom made him slightly dissatisfied with his bed. I would love such an excellent bed too…

“Come here.”

Ian leaned against the mini bar in the bedroom and gestured. Noah obediently walked over. Ian took water from the display case, drank it, and nodded his head. Noah, now well aware that this was a gesture to undress, slowly removed his clothes. Hesitating slightly as he finished undressing, Ian pushed the clothes aside with his foot and commanded:

“Bring the box from the second drawer of the bedside table.”

Excited, Noah tried not to appear too hurried as he went to the drawer and retrieved the beautiful black box. Maybe if he had a tail right now, it would be wagging… Hmm. Then the acting would be completely ruined. Right. I definitely shouldn’t have a tail…

While Noah was having these trivial thoughts, Ian pulled out a metal chain from the box. A fairly long metal chain emerged, followed by a black leather collar. Ian put the collar, which looked exactly like a dog’s collar, around Noah’s neck and knelt down. Then he pulled the leash tight, forcing Noah to tilt his head back.

“Like that guy said, if you don’t want to swap, try being good, got it?”

“Uh… Yes…”

Noah obediently buried his head in Ian’s chest, his throat vibrating. Feeling the thick pheromones just like yesterday, Noah used his teeth to pull down the zipper. The zipper made a clear sound as it opened…

And the act began with Ian pulling Noah’s hair.

As always, Ian thoroughly tormented Noah, and once the play ended, Noah was so exhausted that he could barely clean himself. And he could finally sleep on the bed he had been craving! Honestly, he thought Ian would make him sleep on the floor or sofa, but in hotels and here, Ian didn’t seem to care much about Noah sleeping in the bed. That worked out well for Noah.

When he first woke up in the morning, Noah’s first thought was how excellent the bed was. The bedding in the master bedroom was made of extremely smooth fabric with no irritating parts. When he lay down, the bed was quiet and settled without being overly soft. It was completely different from the bed in his room that creaked a little with every movement.

Hmm… I’ll find out the bed brand and order it when I become independent. Rubbing his cheek against the soft surface, Noah thought. More importantly, he was extremely hungry since he apparently slept quite late. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, Noah frowned at the jingling chain sound.

“What is this…”

Looking down, he saw the chain Ian had put around his neck last night was still there. No, not exactly… the chain was now connected from his neck to the bed post. Noah was now fully awake.

“I definitely slept soundly last night…?”

After their mutually satisfying play last night, Ian had definitely removed the chain from Noah’s neck. Well, just the chain… the collar was probably still on. It seemed Ian had reconnected the chain to the bed post while Noah was sleeping. Given how deeply he slept, he wouldn’t have noticed Ian tying him up.

To test the chain’s length, Noah awkwardly got up. Since Ian hadn’t provided any pajamas last night, the blanket slipped, revealing his completely naked body, but the room was well-heated, so he wasn’t cold. Noah walked around without embarrassment, assessing the chain’s range.

The chain was quite long but not long enough to leave the bed. When he pulled, it was so firmly fixed that it didn’t seem like it would come loose. Noah felt very uncomfortable. Looking around the bedroom, he was alone; Ian was nowhere to be seen.

Sitting back on the bed and pulling the blanket over himself, he checked the time – just past 10 AM. Well, after being thoroughly exhausted by Ian last night, he had fallen asleep late, so sleeping in was inevitable. Since arriving at this mansion, Noah realized he had rarely slept at his usual time. Anyway, he wondered what kind of play Ian was planning this time, and sat on the bed, waiting blankly for Ian to return.

Initially, Noah didn’t think much about Ian leaving him with a chain around his neck. He was a bit hungry and thirsty, but he didn’t believe Ian would leave him like this all day… What was more problematic was the morning physiological need.

“Ugh…”

Wiggling his feet, Noah glanced at the clock. It was almost 11 AM, and Ian showed no sign of returning. Oh… he needed to use the bathroom… Perhaps from drinking with Dmitry in the reception room last night, Noah felt more urgent than usual.

He tried to get up again, but the 5-meter chain made reaching the distant bathroom completely impossible. As Noah became increasingly desperate and started squirming, finally, with a click, the door opened and Ian returned. As usual, Noah was left completely naked while Ian was perfectly dressed. Noah groaned and looked at Ian with pleading eyes. Ian approached with a crooked smile.

“What? Is there a problem?”

“Uh… Ian… Please, untie this…”

Noah begged, this time with genuine emotion rather than acting. But Ian simply smiled mischievously and watched Noah twist in discomfort. When Noah whimpered and called out “Ian” again, pleading, only then did Ian approach and yank the chain. Noah stumbled as he stood up.

“Why should I untie you? In this mansion full of guests, how loose do you think your bottom will be? It’s so bad that you even tempted someone like Dmitry.”

“N-No, that’s not true, I swear… Please…”

Noah whimpered, making the most pitiful face possible, suffering from the painful pressure of his full bladder. A dark, sinister light flickered in Ian’s eyes as he watched Noah in desperate need of the bathroom. He grabbed the metal chain around Noah’s neck and threw him onto the bed. Noah let out a shocked gasp and curled up. While unfastening his pants with great pleasure, Ian rubbed himself against Noah’s buttocks and mocked:

“Try to hold it until I say you can go. Then I’ll untie you…”