Bondage and Marriage - 47

When Noah woke up, he saw that Ian was between his legs and thought, “What’s going on here?” But Ian was acting completely differently than usual… After already treating the area, he asked, “Where’s the fun in just using lube?”

But the problem wasn’t the lack of fun, it was Ian’s subsequent actions. Whenever Ian’s fingers pressed on Noah’s sensitive spot, Noah’s mind was flooded with pleasure. Noah didn’t want this fingering at all, but as Ian’s fingers pressed, rubbed and scratched, sparks flashed before Noah’s eyes. He couldn’t even run away, and on top of that, Ian wouldn’t let him climax. In the end, Noah’s request to be hugged was one of his rare sincere statements since marrying Ian.

Exhausted, Noah watched as Ian took a condom out of the box. When Ian tore open the package, Noah’s eyes widened – the condom looked thicker and had wrinkles on the surface. Noah almost licked his lips without realizing it.

Ian shook the lubricated condom and asked, “Is this good? Or should we do something else?”

“That’s… good too… but since I’m playing coy with you,” Noah said in a hoarse voice, “something else would be better.” As if waiting for this response, Ian reached into the box without looking and pulled out another condom. “Can’t use a regular one…” But this second one also looked unusual even before he opened it.

Ian excitedly tore open the package. Out came a condom covered in bumps. Noah took a deep breath and swallowed dryly. Ian purposefully unfurled the ribbed condom in front of Noah. “You said you wanted something else.”

The second condom had bumps all over, with an especially uneven texture at the tip. Noah’s lips trembled. It was too good…

“I-Ian…”

“What? You said you wanted something else.”

Despite teasing Noah the whole time, Ian unhurriedly unfastened the front of his pants. With a zip, his fully erect member sprang out. Even without the condom being rolled up, Ian skillfully covered himself. Once fully in place, the condom’s menacing appearance became even more pronounced, making Noah’s breath hitch.

“I’ll give you a choice. Do you want to be on your stomach, or lie down?”

“Ugh…”

“Hurry up. Otherwise I’ll do it my way.”

Rubbing Noah’s backside with the bumpy tip, Ian considerately offered the choice. Noah hesitated, then shakily pushed himself up to lie face down on the bed, hugging a pillow. The relatively cool skin that touched him was a contrast to his heated body. Noah gripped the sheets, anxiously waiting for Ian’s slow, deliberate movements behind him.

Finally, Ian began to push himself in. The sensation of the bumps grazing and stretching Noah drew an involuntary whimper from his lips. “If only he hadn’t used the lube…” Noah thought with a low moan. But when Ian’s full length smoothly slid in, the penetrating sensation made all other thoughts disappear.

“Ah, ugh… ugh…”

With a firm grip on Noah’s hips, Ian pushed himself in deeper. Noah trembled at the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. Eventually, Ian’s pelvis met Noah’s backside, drawing a soft whimper from Ian.

A muttered curse came from behind Noah. “Damn, that should do it.” The next moment, Ian’s fully inserted member abruptly withdrew, then slammed back in with a smack, eliciting a short cry from Noah. As if making up for his previous restraint, Ian began to move his hips roughly.

With each forceful thrust that made a slapping sound, Noah grasped the sheets and growled. The pounding was intense enough to ache in his abdomen, and the back-and-forth scraping from the bumps was pure pleasure. “Ah, so good, so good…” Noah swallowed the sounds threatening to spill out, desperately hoping Ian would thrust even harder and more painfully.

Over time, Noah’s backside began to sting, when suddenly Ian angled slightly to grind firmly against the lower area. The unexpected movement made Noah gasp.

“Ah, ah… Ah!”

“Does this feel good to you, hmm?”

The thrusts were still rough like before, but the bumps dragging against that spot sent electricity from head to toe. Even though Ian had been ignoring Noah’s pleasure so far, for some reason he was doing this now, and Noah momentarily felt wronged before his thoughts dissolved again.

“Ugh, ahh, ah, stop, ah!”

As Noah’s lower half melted away, he tried to crawl forward but was yanked back, impaled even harder. The slapping sounds rang out as Noah whimpered and clung to the sheets. Then Ian firmly gripped Noah’s hips, overtly stimulating that sensitive area with his movements.

“…Ah, ah…!”

Unable to properly vocalize, Noah desperately scratched at the bed. Noah’s own arousal had been leaking a clear fluid for a while now. Each time Ian rubbed it, Noah’s insides would reflexively clench, but Ian showed no signs of finishing. Instead, he pressed even harder, making Noah’s body tremble.

“Clench harder, you’re getting loose.”

“No, ahh, ugh, ah! Ah! Stop…!”

Ian’s hand reached around, stroking Noah’s sensitive tip. With the intense overstimulation from behind and the direct touch, Noah’s body thrashed weakly, the sheets kicked away as he shook his head frantically.

“Please, hic, ugh… please…”

Noah cried out, arching his back. His whole body felt numb and melting. After Noah convulsed and clenched repeatedly, Ian finally seemed satisfied, continuing to thrust Noah’s shuddering form a few more times.

Ian stilled, burying himself deeply with a contented sigh. Then, in a familiar motion, he sank his teeth into the nape of Noah’s neck, marking him. Feeling Ian’s weight heavily on top of him, Noah panted, his tightly gripping fingers finally relaxing. The aftershocks still pulsed through his body.

When Noah woke up, he felt a little tired, but his body had mostly recovered from the cold he had the day before. The doctor who had come to check on Noah in the morning praised his quick recovery and told him to call if the fever or sore throat came back.

Noah was surprised that he had recovered so quickly from the cold, since normally it takes him a few days of lying in bed to get better. He wondered if having someone to sleep with helps people recover from colds faster, or if there’s something about an alpha’s pheromones that can help soothe an illness.

But then Noah thought about how disappointed he was that Ian hadn’t done anything “special” to take care of him while he was sick. Noah had expected Ian to do things like lower his temperature in a unique way or put something “special” in his medicine. He felt that Ian should have acted differently towards a sick person, even if it wasn’t his normal behavior.

After showering, Noah went downstairs and saw that a very nourishing breakfast had been prepared for him, likely considering his recent illness. The meal had plenty of healthy, easy-to-digest ingredients. Noah ate it all happily, even managing to finish some of the vegetables he usually avoided.

The rest of Noah’s day went by uneventfully. He relaxed, chatted with the staff, and went for a walk. For once, he didn’t even need an afternoon nap. But as evening approached, Noah started to worry about how Ian would behave when he got home.

“I hope he doesn’t do anything like last night…”

Noah didn’t exactly dislike the sensations, but Ian’s actions the previous night had been more tormenting than pleasurable. Noah remembered how he had forbidden Alex from doing anything like that.

Thinking about Ian, Noah suddenly remembered the cufflinks he had bought as a birthday gift. He had forgotten to give them to Ian the day before since he was sick. Noah went to get the gift, but couldn’t find it in the drawer where he had put it. He searched a bit more, but had to give up – the small room didn’t have many places left to look. Noah decided he would just have to not give the gift after all.

Fortunately (?), when Ian came home that evening, he immediately made a show of satisfying himself in front of the staff, which reassured Noah. It seemed like Ian had been “going easy” on him the previous night because he was sick. Of course, from Noah’s perspective, Ian hadn’t been going easy at all.

In fact, Ian’s behavior was even more crude and humiliating than usual that evening. As soon as dinner was over, Ian dragged Noah up to the second floor hallway, which was right by the entrance where anyone could see.

“You have no idea how much I had to hold back last night because of you. If you’re married, you need to do your duty properly…”

Noah whimpered as Ian shoved him painfully against the wall. Yes, this was the kind of pattern Noah wanted. When Ian painfully gripped Noah’s hair, Noah trembled with pleasure, unable to move his arm that was twisted behind his back as Ian fondled his body. Noah could already feel Ian’s hardness pressing against him.

“So how should I make it up to you today? Hm? I have to make up for what you missed out on last night…”

Noah weakly protested, but Ian kept whispering cruel suggestions in his ear – putting a collar on him and making him crawl around, or inserting multiple objects at once. Noah shuddered at the mere thought. He couldn’t openly admit he liked it, so he just shook his head tearfully.

But then Noah’s eyes widened in shock as he glimpsed a familiar figure in the distance. It was someone he recognized… Ian was so focused on tormenting Noah that he hadn’t noticed the newcomer. Suddenly, a roaring voice echoed through the hallway:

“Ian Miller!!”

The furious Tanner, Noah’s father, had come to check on his cherished youngest son, and was now trembling with rage at the horrifying sight before him. He clenched his fist and charged at Ian like a bull.