Bondage and Marriage - 38

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Wow… How can a person be so heartless? Watching Ian crush and trample Dmitri without an ounce of mercy, Noah couldn’t help but marvel repeatedly. He didn’t know what was on Yulia’s video, but to sum it up, it seemed Ian had approached Dmitri from the beginning with the intent of exploiting him by leveraging a weakness. Dmitri was undoubtedly a terrible human being, but Ian looked like an even worse villain in comparison…

After proposing a partner-swapping deal and ending up not with a swap but losing a fortune, Dmitri’s complexion turned ashen with despair. Grinding his teeth, Dmitri reluctantly declared he would hand over the mining rights within the month before he could finally leave the estate. Strangely, Sasha’s retreating figure seemed to be enjoying her husband’s misfortune… Was it just an overreaction?

Noah, who had only seen lines like “It’s not worth more than a life” in movies, looked at Ian with sparkling eyes. Sensing Noah’s gaze, Ian raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Well… earlier, you were really cool…”

Unable to say how despicable Ian had acted, Noah carefully worded his response. Come to think of it, threatening and extorting people was probably a necessary skill to maintain the chairman position at such a young age. Moreover, devising a plan to use himself, the youngest son, to spite Tanner Frost…

But oddly, Ian didn’t seem particularly happy despite having stripped a fortune from Dmitri. His face, which had been cold and expressionless, now wore a mischievous smirk, making Noah flinch. By now, he’d developed a reflexive reaction whenever Ian made that expression.

“Just in case you’re misunderstanding something, I lost quite a bit of money because of you.”

“Huh? Because of me…?”

Noah blinked, unable to understand why Ian claimed to have lost money when he’d clearly made a fortune. As he had while dealing with Dmitri earlier, Ian exuded an even stronger, more aggressive Alpha pheromone. With deliberate rudeness, Ian hooked a finger around the collar of Noah’s leash and yanked it, causing Noah to stumble and bend forward.

Ian had planned to hold onto Dmitri’s weakness for three years. Russia imposed many restrictions on foreign businesses, making it difficult for outsiders. Ian intended to wait while Dmitri developed the mines, established new trade connections, and built a solid foundation, only to then swallow it all whole. Of course, taking it now wouldn’t have been a problem, but strangely, he didn’t feel particularly good about it. No, not just not good—he felt downright irritated.

Ian attributed his bad mood to the fact that he had to use his trump card prematurely. And the one who prompted him to play that card was Noah Frost… Ignoring his nagging discomfort, Ian snapped at Noah.

“It was a deal that could’ve earned me far more profit in three years. How do you plan to compensate me for this loss, huh?”

Noah gulped nervously. I really like it when he acts so unreasonable and nitpicky…

“If you tell me how much you’ve lost… I’ll try to pay it back…”

“Pay it back? How could you possibly repay that kind of money?”

When Ian sneered, Noah felt his pride take a slight hit. I do have some money, you know…

Although Tanner adored Noah, he was still the youngest, an Omega, and unlike his brothers, didn’t manage any businesses. Tanner had publicly declared that Noah wouldn’t inherit much, but secretly, in private moments, Tanner had transferred a considerable amount of wealth to Noah over time. Additionally, Noah’s brothers, believing their father’s words, had also secretly given Noah a fair share, asking him to keep it quiet.

“Fifty million dollars. Do you think you can repay that?”

Hmm… Fifty million dollars is a bit much… Hearing the exact amount, Noah abandoned the thought. But surely Ian wasn’t seriously expecting monetary repayment, right? That would be disappointing. And, as expected, Ian lived up to Noah’s unique expectations. Ian yanked the leash again, pulling Noah upright and shoving him onto the table with a mischievous grin.

“You didn’t have to sleep with that guy thanks to me, so pay me back with your body. Think of it as me covering your fee.”

“A-a fee…?”

Noah’s lips trembled slightly as he feigned shock. He could sense the sadistic pleasure in Ian’s eyes as they bore into him. And there was something else, an unknown desire he couldn’t quite identify before Ian pushed him onto the table. The large table, wide enough to seat more than ten people, barely supported Noah as he felt himself being hoisted and placed atop it.

Without showing any strain, Ian easily lifted Noah onto the table before calling for a servant. The servant approached without lifting their gaze, even as Ian issued a vague command: “Bring that thing.” They bowed respectfully and left. Moments later, Ian placed a familiar black box on the table for Noah to see. Noah swallowed dryly. Sitting arrogantly in a chair, Ian gestured with his chin.

“Strip, like a stripper.”

“…What?” “Surely you know what a stripper is, right?” “Oh, I know, but…” Noah had seen people doing strip shows in clubs, so he certainly knew about them. He just had never done a strip show himself. Come to think of it, his situation with Ian was like someone on stage and someone watching. A strip show in a restaurant… Noah hesitated and stood up. He couldn’t do a strip show well, and he knew Ian would find fault no matter what, so Noah didn’t try hard and awkwardly began removing his clothes piece by piece.

Though the restaurant was empty, the wide space and being on the table made Noah feel much more embarrassed than usual. Ian crossed his arms and watched Noah undress. The top fell on the table, then pants, followed by socks and underwear, all gradually removed by Noah’s own hands.

Even after being completely naked, Ian said nothing. After looking over Noah from head to toe and gesturing with his finger, Noah lowered himself closer, and Ian grabbed his hair. Noah let out a short scream and fell face down on the table.

“Are you joking? Where does this look like a stripper’s performance? I wouldn’t watch such a strip show even if you paid me.”

“But… I’ve never done this before…”

Noah protested, slightly choking up. He thought Ian would respond with his usual annoying retort, but surprisingly, Ian’s face seemed somewhat understanding. Of course, he wasn’t truly understanding.

“Ah, right… Come to think of it, there are many shortcomings for a stripper.”

There are shortcomings, indeed… While Noah hesitated in an awkward half-sitting, half-standing position, Ian opened a box and suddenly threw something. It was a pair of metal clamps, each with a long silver chain attached. Large cubic decorations hung from the clamps, looking like fancy accessories at first glance, but Noah knew exactly what they were used for.

“Put them on. You know where to attach them without me saying.”

Noah looked at Ian pleadingly, then hesitantly picked up the n1pple clamps lying on the table. The decorations were somewhat heavy, seemingly added to increase pain, but Noah liked the more painful it was. Come to think of it, Ian had never tormented his chest before.

Carefully attaching the clamp, he felt it squeeze tightly, which Noah quite liked. When he attached the other side, the chain with cubic decorations drooped, painfully pulling his n1pple downward.

“Hnngh…”

As the clamp compressed his n1pple, Noah moaned softly and moved, causing the chain to sway and make a small jingling sound. Though the pain was still bearable, Noah knew from experience it would gradually intensify until it felt nearly paralyzing.

Ian urged Noah to move properly, saying he should earn his payment, but when had Noah ever done something like this? Moreover, Noah had absolutely zero athletic coordination. He could dance to classical music at social parties, but how could he act like a stripper without music? This was something Noah couldn’t do even without trying to perform.

As Noah hesitated, Ian sighed as if telling him to listen. Noah’s cheeks reddened slightly.

“Looks like you can’t do anything properly. Get on your hands and knees.”

Following Ian’s instruction, Noah turned, raising his hips high as he had been conditioned to do. The pose was always shameful, but today, being on the high table right in front of Ian made it even more mortifying. While Ian searched the box for desired equipment, Noah tensed up, breathing quietly.

“Ah…!”

Noah trembled when something thin entered from behind. Unlike usual, Ian pushed the tube of gel and squeezed it full, then carelessly threw the half-empty tube on the table. Then a round, smooth object touched his back.

Forcibly spread open and feeling the insertion, Noah inhaled sharply and clenched his fist. It seemed like an egg from its size and shape, but the cold, hard sensation against his skin felt like metal. Weren’t eggs usually made of plastic? The egg was quickly swallowed, making Noah shiver. A cord emerged between his buttocks with a switch hanging loosely.

“This will help you move properly,” Ian said, inserting a finger with a distinctly pleased tone. Noah thought Ian was trying to push the egg deeper, but Ian’s finger probed below the egg. Ian explored inside, pressing with his fingers to find the spot where Noah reflexively clenched – the location of his prostate.

Ian pulled the cord to position the egg appropriately and then switched it on, and Noah finally understood why Ian said this device would make him move properly.

“Uh, hmm…?”

After Ian manipulated the switch, Noah waited for the familiar vibration, but no vibration came from the egg. He slightly tilted his head, wondering if it was broken, and only when Ian raised the switch another level did a sensation arrive.

At first, it felt like a tiny, weak vibration, but something strangely tickled inside his abdomen. When Noah shifted uncomfortably, Ian smiled meaningfully and raised the switch another level.

“Ah…! Ugh, this… what…”

Noah’s eyes went wide, unconsciously lifting his hips slightly. But soon he twisted his body from the tingling, strange sensation. The egg was operating at short, consistent intervals. Noah was bewildered about what it was, and only when Ian raised the switch again did he clearly understand what kind of device this was.

A literally spark-shooting, intensely overwhelming sensation made his lower abdomen tingle and his body reflexively jerk. Before that terrible feeling could subside, another intense sensation from inside made him twitch as if electrocuted. No, he was literally being electrocuted. The metal egg was delivering regular electric shocks.

“Ah, ah! Hngh, hmm…!”

The stimulating sensation below destroyed Noah’s prone position, but Ian instead enjoyed watching and raised the switch another level. With a high moan of “Ah!”, Noah trembled and crawled forward, but Ian didn’t stop him. On the table, his naked body twitched and jumped, his hips shaking as if being squeezed, which looked quite appealing.

“Ian, ack, ugh… please, this…”

“Ah… Noah.”

For the first time, Ian called Noah’s name and grabbed his ankle, pulling him back. As Noah twitched, being dragged back, Ian grabbed the switch hanging between his buttocks. Noah moaned “Ugh, hmm…” and watched with trembling eyes as Ian played with the switch. Ian smiled affectionately.

“I really enjoy hearing you say ‘please’.”

“Ha… ugh… ah, hmm…!”

When he raised the switch to its maximum, Noah’s body convulsed. Painfully moaning and crawling on the table, scratching desperately, his appearance was incredibly provocative. Ian leisurely enjoyed the scene while fiddling with another switch. This seemed worth paying for.

“Ah! Ugh, please, ah, stop…!”

Unlike before’s mere tingling, this was painfully intense. Ian hadn’t carelessly filled him with gel. Every electrical stimulus made the gel-filled areas tingle.

Noah couldn’t help but lift his hips with each electric shock. This was beyond his control. The egg was positioned exactly on his prostate, creating an indescribable sensation mixed with pain that made his lower area throb. Soon, pre-cum and semen mixed, dripping from him.

Though his limbs were weak, the egg’s electric stimulation forced him to move. Soon, from the terrible stimulation, Noah began sobbing and shaking his hips pitifully. The cord’s insertion point repeatedly twitched.

“Stop, ack, hngh… stop… it hurts…”

“How long has it been that you’re already saying stop?”

“You’re not even shaking your body enough yet.” Smiling askew, Ian suddenly pushed the small switch in his hand several levels higher. Noah, who had been prone and scratching the table, let out a scream-like moan, throwing his head back.

“Ah… ah!”

Even the metal clips pinching his n1pples now felt stinging and numb, and he couldn’t even stay prone. The decorations on the clips weren’t just heavy ornaments.

Unable to regain his senses from the tingling, paralyzing pain above and below, Noah’s member continued dripping clear liquid on the table from the forceful stimulation.

Ian watched Noah’s crying, crawling, and provocatively shaking hips with satisfaction. No, actually, he waited until his own was completely hard. Only when Noah was exhausted enough for his hair to be slightly damp with sweat, his thighs trembling, and occasionally convulsing, did Ian wiggle his finger.

With tears pooling and wet eyelashes slowly blinking, Noah twitched and crawled to Ian. Grabbing his chin, Noah rubbed his cheek, begging “please…” which was incredibly satisfying. When Ian pushed his finger into Noah’s reddened, wet lips, Noah still bit it while continuously moaning and panting from the ongoing electric stimulation from the egg and clips. His wet tongue tickled the finger.

“Ugh, mmm… ah…”

When Ian didn’t remove his finger, Noah whimpered and begged again. “Please, hmm, too… difficult…” Only then did Ian dramatically stop the two devices’ operation with a face of magnanimity.

It had been less than 10 minutes, but for Noah, it felt like an eternity. Completely exhausted as if he had sprinted at full speed, Ian laid Noah on the table and pulled the electrical cord. As a metal egg came out, accompanied by a grayish liquid—whether gel or bodily fluid—Noah let out a small whimpering sound.

Ian undid his own front and rubbed his fully hardened self between Noah’s buttocks. The area, heavily stimulated apart from insertion, was almost unbearable but warm. When Ian suddenly pushed himself in, Noah, who was extremely sensitive, moaned and tilted his head back.

“Ugh, uh… ah…”

When Ian thrust up, Noah’s eyes reddened again as he whimpered and sobbed, which Ian found cute. So he grabbed Noah’s hips tightly and deliberately moved his waist roughly. He enjoyed how the sensitive area squeezed him like chewing. His irritation from Dmitri seemed to somewhat dissipate. Ian spread Noah’s legs wider and pushed himself in harder, leaning forward. As the insertion became deeper, Noah struggled, but Ian ignored it and nibbled at his nape and shoulders.

“Hmm… Ian…”

The way Noah called his name while pushing his thigh away only made Ian want to torment him more. Smiling, Ian hooked his fingers on the chain still tightly gripping Noah’s n1pple.

His blue eyes wide open, a painful moan erupted the moment the chain was pulled. Ian enjoyed the moan and violated Noah even more brutally.

“Ah…”

Ian had called Noah to the master bedroom, seemingly to prove something after thoroughly taking him in the dining room before sending him back to his original room. Completely drained, Noah barely changed his clothes and returned to his room. After taking a shower, he immediately collapsed onto the bed.

The n1pples, pinched and pulled by Ian multiple times, were swollen and reddened, feeling painfully tingling—but Noah sweetly accepted even that sensation. His back ached pleasantly, leaving him completely aroused. The electrical stimulation was somewhat difficult to endure, but it had its own unique charm.

Purring and burrowing into the blanket, feeling quite good, Noah suddenly wondered if anyone after his divorce would torment him like Ian does.

How should he put it—Alex had also tormented him fairly well, but somehow, it was different from what Ian provided. Initially, he had planned to enjoy this for about three months before leaving, but Noah contemplated. Maybe he’d stay just one more month…? Ian’s torments were always new, but by then, he might run out of novel ways to hurt him.

Moreover, the cook was making food that perfectly suited his taste. Others might see Noah as clearly suffering and being oppressed, but for Noah, whose appetite and sexual desires were quite high, he had never been this happy and satisfied anywhere else.

“Hmm… then… staying one more month wouldn’t be a problem.”

Deliberately rubbing his painful n1pple to make it hurt more, Noah nodded to himself. Besides, when divorcing, staying married longer might look better to others—though he didn’t particularly care about that, Noah rationalized.

Exhausted from being thoroughly stressed and tormented by Ian today, Noah was yawning when his phone, placed on the table, started ringing. Wondering who it could be, he picked it up to see “Father” displayed on the screen.