Bondage and Marriage - 67

“Haa…”

Noah sat on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. With a face clearly showing signs of drowsiness, he blinked his eyes slowly and sighed again, a sound akin to a yawn. Recently, Noah had been feeling frustrated in many ways. Yes, not just one, but several. He was sleepy, hungry (since it was morning), and most importantly…

“…You’ve been waking up early these days.”

Unlike Noah, whose crumpled pajamas and disheveled hair made it obvious he had just woken up, Ian was impeccably dressed, neat from head to toe, as if he were ready to head out for work.

“Ah… Good morning,” Noah mumbled.

“If you’re still sleepy, go back to bed,” Ian said nonchalantly, adjusting his tie as he glanced briefly at Noah.

Noah stared blankly at the cufflinks glinting on Ian’s sleeve. Those were the ones Noah had given him as a birthday gift, yet Ian shamelessly insisted they were his. Seeing how frequently Ian wore them nowadays, Noah thought he must really like them. Was that why he had argued so stubbornly over them?

After finishing the final adjustments to his attire, Ian stood still for a moment, looking at Noah before leaving the bedroom. Although Ian suggested he go back to sleep if he was tired, Noah couldn’t bring himself to do so. No, I can’t sleep now. I can’t, I can’t… But in the end, he succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and threw himself back onto the bed.

Later, after sleeping to his heart’s content, Noah woke up and regretted it. I wasn’t supposed to sleep in today! he thought, rolling around in the sheets, realizing yet again how frighteningly powerful habits could be. Recently, Noah had been plagued by insomnia.

“I just want to sleep at the right time…” he murmured sorrowfully.

Noah’s life, though not as disciplined as it had been before marriage, had its own sort of routine. If Ian made sure he enjoyed himself thoroughly, Noah would fall asleep completely spent and content. Then, the next day, he’d wake up around lunchtime, have a pleasant meal, and by either lunch or dinner, find himself thoroughly indulged again by Ian before falling into a deep sleep at night. Though his stamina was lacking, at least he could rest well.

After their honeymoon, things became a bit more challenging, but Noah still managed to fulfill his needs well enough to fall asleep like a soft pudding.

But recently, Ian had undergone some mysterious change of heart and stopped touching Noah entirely. It seemed to have started after Gabriel visited the mansion. According to the butler, Gabriel had been sued for trespassing and assault, forced to pay an enormous settlement, and then disappeared. To be fair, if it was about assault, Ian was likely the more culpable party, but in this situation, Ian had the upper hand. There were plenty of employees who could testify as witnesses, and above all, Ian Miller was… well, Ian Miller.

Still, Noah was relieved not to receive the barrage of texts Gabriel used to send. But this relief was short-lived. Since then, Ian had refrained from any significant contact beyond brief touches, leaving Noah utterly miserable.

If they were still sleeping in separate rooms, it might have been different. After marriage, Noah had realized he was surprisingly sensitive about sleeping arrangements. Ian, on the other hand, didn’t toss and turn, snore, or grind his teeth. Despite his usually harsh demeanor, he slept deeply and quietly, holding Noah close. But unlike Ian, Noah couldn’t fall asleep.

First, he had gotten into the habit of staying up late and waking up late after marriage. Second, his body started getting restless late at night. Third, he became acutely aware of the other person sharing the bed. With Ian there, Noah couldn’t even try anything else. So he’d just lie there blinking, eventually dozing off in the early hours of dawn, only to wake up when Ian got up for work.

If there were three strongest human desires—sexual, hunger, and sleep—Noah was utterly unsatisfied with two of them. Only his appetite was being fulfilled. So it was no wonder the thought of divorce occasionally crept into Noah’s mind. In fact, according to his original plan, Noah should’ve declared his intention to divorce Ian over a month ago.

But Noah couldn’t bring himself to bring up divorce. Ian’s behavior during their honeymoon and the confrontation with Gabriel weighed on his mind. Until now, Noah had thought Ian hated him or couldn’t wait to get rid of him, but that belief was starting to waver. Noah could maintain a cold demeanor toward someone who disliked or opposed him, but when the person suddenly changed their attitude, he found it difficult to remain indifferent.

After agonizing for a long time, Noah came up with a hypothesis: Ian was simply capricious and might suddenly change his attitude again one day. Let’s wait just until the end of this month, Noah decided, looking at the calendar, which had less than a week left. It wasn’t about the dissatisfaction or his initial plan to enjoy himself before divorcing; it was because of Ian’s recent behavior. Sometimes, Ian seemed so affectionate that Noah wondered if he… liked him.

Surely not, Noah thought, shaking off the idea as he lazily made his way to the dining room. Recently, due to his overall dissatisfaction, Noah had been steadily gaining weight. It was still within the range of “pleasantly plump,” but he resolved to hold back as he shoved a second custard pudding—sickeningly sweet—into his mouth. Yet every morning, his resolve crumbled at the sight of the chef’s soulful dishes and five-star-level desserts.

After eating, Noah went up to the third floor, his main hangout spot lately. At first, he quietly buried himself in his study with a French textbook. By late afternoon, unable to suppress his restlessness, he wandered around the mansion. He searched the master bedroom, his study, the first floor, and even Ian’s study, only to return to his own, dejected. Where have all my beloved toys gone?

As he slumped back in his study, a thought struck him. Oh, right… I still have that. Over time, Noah had secretly stashed away some of the items Ian had used during their sessions, particularly the ones he liked. Ian, who bought new ones weekly, never noticed if one went missing.

“Let’s see… there’s still time,” Noah muttered. Ian wouldn’t be back for another hour. But even 10 minutes would be enough to release his pent-up frustration. Excited, Noah began rummaging through his study. It should be around here somewhere… Soon, from the bottom drawer of a cabinet, he pulled out a luxurious box that practically screamed, “I’m important.”

Pressing his thumb against the scanner until it beeped, Noah opened the box and let out a low breath. Now this is a treasure chest. He glanced at the door. No one in the mansion would barge in unannounced, and the study, designed for quiet reading, was well soundproofed. Ian wouldn’t be home for a while, so there was only one thing left to do: enjoy himself.

It’d be better to lock the door, but… maybe just one time before that…

The first thing Noah took out of the box was an egg-sized object. Noah, already quite aroused, hastily took off his pants and rubbed the smooth surface behind him.

“Mmm… Ah…”

Without any lubricant, Noah began to push the egg inside. Though trying to push in the thickest part first, it wouldn’t go in. Struggling, Noah sadly thought it would be better if someone else inserted it for him… If it was Ian, he could have forced it in easily.

With no other choice, Noah placed the egg on the floor and pressed his weight down on it. Slowly, the egg slid in as Noah’s behind opened up, causing Noah to let out a soft moan. Noah was already very excited and aroused.

“Ah… Hnn…”

After the egg was fully inserted, Noah paused to catch his breath, then reached out hesitantly. Grabbing the switch dangling between his legs, he turned it up all the way, causing a strong vibration. Noah couldn’t hold back his moans as his body writhed.

Ah, this feels so good… It’s been so long…

Quickly becoming lost in the sensations, Noah searched the box again and found a large, bumpy vibrator. Noah pressed his slightly lubricated behind with his fingers, recalling Alex’s advice to prepare first, but Noah’s patience wore thin and he just gripped the vibrator’s handle.

“Ah, aah…! Haa…”

The bumpy surface scraped inside him as the thick vibrator pushed in, making Noah’s eyes water. It stretched him open more than the egg had, burning and tingling, but Noah craved even more. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d indulged his desires like this.

The vibrator wouldn’t go in easily due to its size, so Noah adjusted his position. If only Ian had done this for him instead, he lamented. Noah spotted the rocking chair he often read in and approached it with the vibrator half-inserted.

Carefully, Noah sat down backwards on the chair, the vibrator pushing in deeper as he settled his weight.

“Nngh, ugh… Aah…”

Gripping the chair’s arms, Noah lowered himself, feeling the vibrator slide in further as the egg inside buzzed. Tilting his head back, Noah squeezed the arms tightly.

Finally, the vibrator was fully inserted, filling Noah deeply. Noah hesitated a moment, then pressed down even harder.

Noah knew this reckless behavior was what Alex had warned against, but he couldn’t think about that now. Reaching the vibrator’s controls, Noah turned it on, the deep rumbling making him shudder.

“Ah, ah… Haa…”

If only Ian would torment him like before… The aching, burning sensation was almost painful, but it sent electric tingles up Noah’s spine, drawing out his moans. With each deep thrust of the vibrator, Noah’s heels lifted off the floor.

Feeling his climax approaching, Noah gripped the chair back and lifted up, the vibrator dragging painfully against his swollen insides as it withdrew.

After a moment, Noah lowered himself again, impaling himself fully on the vibrator. Gripping the chair’s edge, Noah’s body shook as he reached his peak.

Panting heavily, Noah eventually steadied himself. As the still-buzzing vibrator fell to the floor, Noah noticed a trickle of bl00d…