Bondage and Marriage - 62

When Ian showed interest, Daniel confidently said he would take care of it, and in the afternoon, he brought a small shopping bag with a product clearly bought from Tear. Ian looked at the small shopping bag with suspicion, and Daniel explained.

“Adult products, when used properly, can be enjoyable for both sides, right?”

During his errands at Tear for Ian, Daniel had bought a few products for me and my girlfriend as well. Of course, compared to the big, terrifying vibrators with grotesque spikes, or eggs with alarming electric shock warnings, or devices with large, bumpy beads hanging from them—products Ian had used before—these were much cuter.

Daniel picked items that had been most satisfying to my girlfriend. Tear didn’t only sell excessively perverse items. Officially, it was a hotel, but unofficially, it was an SM club, though it also sold a lot of products for people who were into lighter SM or just wanted something different. Daniel had even told the staff that he was someone with a trauma related to SM play (!) and had gotten recommendations.

“……”

Ian frowned and looked inside the bag. He opened the box and found a completely ordinary vibrator… and what was this? He rummaged through small, squishy condoms packaged together. Daniel said seriously to him:

“That one is the best. It’s a popular item at Tear.”

Though it seemed suspicious, Ian decided to keep the shopping bag, thinking that there wouldn’t be any harm in trying it. After all, he had been torturing Noah with extremely hardcore tools, so he figured it would be best to eliminate any resistance to these toys.

-Isabella has changed…

Isabella sobbed, her slender shoulders shaking. Steve, who had secretly loved Isabella, clenched his fists. He wanted to take Isabella away right then, but he had no power, and the gap between him and Isabella was too big.

-It’s not like before. I don’t know how to live anymore…

-Then divorce him!

Unable to hold back anymore, Steve stood up abruptly. Isabella, with tears in her eyes, looked up at Steve. “You don’t need to live like this. You could live well even after a divorce. I will help you.” Just as Isabella was about to call Steve’s name, a strange voice interrupted. It was Emma.

-What is this? You pretended to be so kind, but behind the scenes, you were cheating and doing everything?

The camera shook in Emma’s hand. Isabella, pale-faced, stood up from her seat as she heard her husband’s mistress speak so shamelessly.

“Ian has changed…”

Noah mumbled as he watched his favorite drama, “The Standard of a Villainess.” When Heather came to the mansion, Noah had been excited and immersed in the show, but now… he could understand Isabella’s feelings more than ever. Of course, Noah’s situation was completely the opposite of Isabella’s.

Ever since their honeymoon, Noah had become tense whenever Ian showed any sign of wanting to be intimate. He thought the cruel treatment on the first day was just a passing mood, but the following nights were nothing like that. He recalled the painful nights and shuddered.

At first, Noah had been pretending to be the “poor soul who endures it because they secretly like it” when Ian tormented him, so he always obeyed when Ian asked for something. Every time he did what Ian wanted, he experienced a sweet kind of pain. But recently, Ian had been different, and Noah, having been pretending, couldn’t reject Ian when he tried to embrace him. Pretending to be asleep only worked for a few times.

“What should I do…”

This wasn’t what he planned. He had intended to enjoy the torment for just two months before pretending to suffer and getting a divorce, but Ian had been too perfect. After remembering the happy time in the study after Tanner’s visit, Noah smiled briefly but soon became gloomy.

Alex’s words about how he had taken marriage too lightly came to mind, and Noah sighed. He had always thought that Ian would divorce him if it came to that, but recently, for some reason, Ian had repeatedly said there would be no divorce. At that moment, Noah had thought that since Ian was so perfect, maybe he didn’t need a divorce, but now things were different. Very different.

Since their honeymoon, Ian had acted as if he couldn’t stand it if Noah felt even the slightest discomfort or didn’t fully enjoy things. He also spoke to him more kindly during the day, unlike before. Ian even seemed to be a bit affectionate, making Noah wonder: Could it be that Ian liked him now?

Noah, who had tried to ignore it, finally realized the truth and felt completely deflated. The entire time, Noah had been responding to Ian’s torment without feeling guilty because he thought Ian disliked him. Ian had used Noah to get revenge on Tanner, and Noah had used Ian for his own pleasure. They were both supposed to enjoy their time together for two months and divorce, after which Noah would enjoy a carefree single life. That was Noah’s plan.

But now, even if they divorced, it wouldn’t be clean. First, he had intended to tell his father it was just a divorce due to personality differences, but that plan had been ruined after Tanner’s visit. Second, Ian wouldn’t just divorce him without hesitation. Third, Noah had always thought no one would get hurt, but if Ian really liked him, things would be even worse.

“Sigh…”

Another sigh escaped Noah’s lips. He couldn’t understand why Ian had suddenly changed his attitude, but now, every time Ian was kind to him, Noah’s conscience was pricking him. It would be better if Ian was just pretending to be kind to hurt him more later. In fact, considering what Ian had done so far, it seemed more likely that Ian was being kind with that intention, but still, Noah couldn’t shake off his doubts.

Noah, pulling at his hair, was certain of one thing. Whether Ian liked him or was pretending to be kind to torment him, Noah was sure Ian could never find out about his sexual preferences. The moment Ian discovered that, Noah feared what kind of disaster would occur, and just thinking about it made him shudder.

“What are you looking at?”

Startled by the sudden sound, Noah snapped out of his thoughts. Ian, having finished his work in the study and his shower, was looking at Noah with a blank expression.

“It’s a drama. It’s called ‘The Standard of a Villainess.’ It’s interesting.”

“Didn’t you watch it last time?”

Ian furrowed his brows as he glanced at Isabella being humiliated by Emma. Watching the drama reminded Noah of the previous torment, making his body heat up as he thought about how much he wanted Ian to torment him like that. Though his body felt much more comfortable now, mentally, Noah still felt the most at ease when he stayed in the small room on the first floor.

It wasn’t that bad, though. Ian’s bullying wasn’t good, but treating someone badly or starving them isn’t good either. And the real problem was that it made me feel like I was being squeezed, but just a little bit might be okay…

It was as if Noah had subtly noticed that Ian was avoiding him. Ian had been quietly staying in bed and sleeping for the past two days. But now, Noah was… frustrated. Ah, this is bothersome, and that is too… While Noah was agonizing, something caught his eye. There had been a blue box sitting on the bedroom table for the past few days, and now he saw the word “Tear” in gold foil shining at the bottom.

Huh? Why is it blue instead of the usual black master box? Noah didn’t know that Daniel had bought it and given it to Ian, but still, his eyes lit up. In any case, it seemed better to use the device than just leave it. Noah pretended to ask.

“By the way… what is that box?”

Though he had it because Daniel gave it to him, recently Noah didn’t seem to want to be involved with it, so Ian hesitated whether he should use it or not. After a brief silence, Ian finally spoke.

“It’s a gift from Daniel… It’s an adult toy.”

Daniel! Noah had always been grateful to Daniel for being kind to him, but at that moment, Noah had never been as thankful as he was now. While he was thinking about how to bring up using it naturally, Ian furrowed his brows for a moment before picking up the box.

“Uh, I… I’m okay. It’s… fine.”

Noah said it almost unconsciously, as if he was trying to discard it, and then looked to Ian for his reaction. Ian looked at him with a puzzled face and then seemed to understand. Well, it wasn’t something he bought himself, but something Daniel gave him, so Noah didn’t seem that anxious. Lately, his chest had been feeling tight, like being trapped, and it hurt. However, Ian didn’t show it and asked again.

“Are you sure it’s okay to use it?”

Noah nodded silently. Use it! Use it quickly! Since it was a small box, was it a vibrator? Or maybe an egg? As Noah eagerly anticipated, Ian, who was just as frustrated as Noah, picked up the box and approached the bed. Noah saw something flickering in Ian’s eyes. It felt strange.

As he accepted Ian’s soft caresses, which had recently become more familiar, Noah let out a short breath. Whether it was the vibrator or the egg, he just wanted it to be used already… Finally, when Ian opened the box, Noah swallowed dryly when he saw the vibrator fall out. Quickly, quickly… But when the next item came out, his face turned pale.

“Uh…”

At first glance, it looked like a condom, and it was a condom—except it was a finger condom, with spikes all over it…

Noah hated finger play the most. Realizing that he had dug his own grave, Noah couldn’t cancel it after suggesting it. He could only inwardly pout and desperately shook his head.

Ah, no… that… that’s not… that’s really not… But by the time Noah regretted it, it was already too late.

I really hate finger condoms… I totally hate the spiked ones, I really hate them… When Noah woke up in the morning, he suddenly struggled and scratched the sheets. Why did Daniel buy Ian five sets of these? One set would have been more than enough!

Noah, who had foolishly agreed, now dreaded when Ian would use those terrifying things. He collapsed into the soft blanket in despair. Right now, the only comfort he had was Ian’s gentle touches and the small vibrator, along with sweet desserts. After all, as an omega, Noah couldn’t help but instinctively welcome the alpha’s pheromones.

There were three sets left. If he secretly threw them away, it would be obvious. Noah blankly thought. He had already told Ian it was fine, and if Ian ever pretended to be kind and then betrayed him like some soap opera, Noah would die from the stress. If Ian found out he didn’t like this… wouldn’t that be real torment?

“Why did I do that?”

Looking at Ian’s recent behavior, Noah should have just pretended not to know and not acted like he was fine! Noah slapped the soft couch in the study and decided to stop his pointless struggles. He got up from his seat. Seeing that Ian hadn’t contacted him by lunchtime, Noah assumed Ian wasn’t reaching out today.

Lately, Ian often invited Noah to eat at a place that served incredibly good food or to watch movies together. Sometimes, he would bring Noah handmade desserts that perfectly fit his taste. Noah felt like he was being conditioned like Pavlov’s dog. No, maybe it was a happy Pavlov’s dog.

Anyway, Noah thought today he might be having lunch alone when he heard a knock on the door. “Yes?” he answered. The servant politely opened the door and spoke.

“Mr. Noah, a guest is requesting to see you.”

“A guest?”

No one had been visiting lately… Noah hadn’t been doing much socializing. Although he occasionally got messages on his phone, because he had been staying reclusive, he hadn’t received any invitations to social gatherings. So, who could it be? While he wondered, the servant replied.

“It’s a person named Gabriel Hooper.”