[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 81: Sweet Torture

NOAH

Cassian stepped forward, extending a hand to Alex. His smile was perfectly polite, the kind of smile that usually precedes a hostile takeover or a discreet disappearance. "Alex. What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t realize Mateo was collecting strays today."

Alex didn’t flinch. He shook Cassian’s hand firmly, matching that high-octane prick energy with a lazy, effortless grace. "Cassian. Always a pleasure. Although I’m surprised you managed to drag yourself away from... whatever it is you were doing."

Alex’s eyes flickered to me, lingering on the way my collar sat a little crookedly. He gave me that knowing look, the one that said he knew exactly why I was walking like I had a stick up my ass (which, technically, I did). "Noah looks well-rested. Must be the Spanish air."

I felt Cassian’s jaw tighten. It was a subtle movement, but I was close enough to see the muscle jump. "He’s always well taken care of," Cassian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Under my supervision."

The emphasis on "my" was heavy enough to drop a building.

Alex smirked, completely unintimidated. "I can see that. Though he seemed to enjoy a bit of independence last night."

Oh god, please stop talking, I begged internally. Someone drop a bomb. A meteor. I’d take a localized earthquake at this point.

Mateo, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was standing in the middle of a cold war, peered at me with genuine concern. "Noah, you look a bit red! Are you feeling alright? The heat in Seville can be quite punishing for those not used to it."

"Oh! Yes!" My voice came out about three octaves higher than humanly possible. I sounded like a teakettle reaching a boil. "I’m just, I’m excited! About the horses! Love horses. Big fan. Huge. Horses are... great."

I have never ridden a horse in my life. The closest I’d come was a carousel at a county fair when I was six, and I’d cried because the music was too loud.

Mateo’s face lit up. "Wonderful! Alex, you are an excellent rider. Why don’t you show Noah the basics while Cassian and I discuss some business matters?"

Alex didn’t miss a beat. "I’d be happy to."

"That won’t be necessary," Cassian said, his voice tightening like a drawstring. "Noah can observe from the patio, "

"Nonsense," Alex cut him off smoothly, flashing Mateo a winning smile. "It’s a beautiful day. Noah should experience the estate properly. He’s been cooped up in hotels and clubs for too long." He looked at Mateo. "I insist."

Mateo beamed, clapping his hands together. "Settled then! Come, Cassian. Let us talk while they get acquainted with the horses."

As Mateo began to lead Cassian away, I saw it. It was a subtle, almost imperceptible movement of Cassian’s hand in his pocket. His fingers adjusted something, a dial, a button, a portal to hell.

The vibration inside me didn’t just increase; it shifted from a steady, manageable hum to a deep, rhythmic pulse that felt like it was trying to rewire my nervous system. My knees buckled slightly, and I had to grab the nearest fence post to stay upright. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted copper.

"Noah?" Mateo asked, pausing.

Cassian turned back. He looked smooth as silk, the picture of a concerned employer. "He’s perfect, Mateo. Just dedicated to his work. Aren’t you, Noah?"

He looked directly at me. His eyes were dark, challenging, and filled with a sadistic glee that made my stomach flip. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was handing me over to Alex while holding the leash.

"Y-yes," I gasped, the pulse hitting a particularly sensitive spot. "Very... dedicated."

"Excellent!" Mateo patted my shoulder. "Alex, take good care of him."

Cassian walked away with Mateo, but he didn’t look at the gardens or the house. He kept his head turned, his eyes locked on me until he disappeared around the corner. I could still feel his gaze, heavy and oppressive, like a physical weight on my skin.

"Alright, Noah. Let’s get you started." Alex led me toward a beautiful chestnut mare tied near the paddock. "This is Paloma. She’s gentle. Perfect for beginners."

I nodded, trying to focus on the horse and not the fact that my internal organs were currently being vibrated into a smoothie. The vibration was at a steady hum now that was insistent and relentless. I was holding on by sheer willpower and a prayer.

"You sure you’re okay?" Alex asked, leaning in. "You’re sweating quite a bit."

"It’s just, the heat," I lied. "Spanish sun. Very... hot. Intense. Much sun."

Alex didn’t look convinced, but he moved on, gesturing to the horse. "Alright. First, you need to approach her calmly. Let her see you. Put your hand out."

As I reached out to touch Paloma’s nose, Alex leaned in to adjust my posture. He placed a hand on my shoulder, guiding me closer to the animal. "Keep your back straight, Noah. Shoulders relaxed, "

The vibration SPIKES.

It was sudden and intense, jumping straight to a higher level. I gasped, stumbling forward into the horse’s neck. Paloma whinnied in surprise, shifting her weight.

FUCK.

I glanced back toward the main house. I could see Cassian and Mateo standing on a balcony in the distance. They were seemingly engaged in conversation, but I knew. I knew he had that remote in his hand, watching through the binoculars of his own sheer pettiness.

"Whoa, careful," Alex said, grabbing my arm to steady me. "You okay?"

"Fine," I strained out, my voice sounding like I was being strangled. "Just, lost my balance. New shoes."

"Alright, let’s try mounting," Alex said. He moved to the side of the horse, showing me how to put my foot in the stirrup. "Here, let me help you, "

He stepped closer, his hands moving to my waist to hoist me up. The second his fingers made contact with my hips, the vibration increased again. This time, it was a relentless, high-frequency buzz that made my vision blur.

I’m going to kill him. I am going to actually murder Cassian Wolfe. I’ll hide the body in a foundation of one of his hotels.

I could feel myself leaking. The friction of the chinos against my skin was becoming unbearable.

"Noah, seriously," Alex said, his voice filled with genuine concern now. "Are you sick? You’re shaking like a leaf."

I let out a weak, hysterical laugh. "No! I’m great! Never better! Just... adjusting to the... equestrian lifestyle."

Over the next ten minutes, the pattern became agonizingly clear. Every time Alex got close, every time he touched my back to adjust my grip on the reins, or stood too near to show me how to hold my heels, the vibration ramped up until I was seeing stars. Every time I managed to create a few feet of distance, it lowered back to a dull, teasing hum.

It’s not my fault Alex is touchy! I screamed internally. I’m trying to stay away, but he keeps closing the gap!

And then, the panic truly set in. I realized I was close. Way too close. I was going to cum in the middle of a paddock, in broad daylight, in front of a guy who thought I was just "flushed from the sun." I’d be labeled a pervert. My life would be over. My dad was right. Everyone was right. I was a disaster.

"I need, bathroom!" I shouted abruptly, nearly tripping over my own feet as I backed away from Paloma. "Where’s the bathroom?"

Alex looked bewildered. "Are you sure you’re okay? You look, "

"I’m FINE!" I yelled, way too loud. "Just need to cool down a little It’s the heat! And the excitement! Horse excitement! So much horse!"

Alex held up his hands. "Okay, okay. Just follow the path through the main house. Second door on the left."

"Great! Thanks! Be right back!" I didn’t wait for him to finish. I turned and bolted toward the house, my gait awkward and frantic.

Alex is a perfect angel, I thought, practically sobbing as I ran. And Cassian is the DEVIL. A nonchalant, remote-wielding DEVIL.

I burst into the bathroom and slammed the door, fumbling for the lock.

Exquisite didn’t even cover it. This place was a temple to hygiene. Marble everything, the floors, the walls, the counters. Gold fixtures that probably cost more than my entire college tuition. There were fresh lilies in a crystal vase and a small crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

I leaned against the door, panting, my forehead pressed against the cool wood. The vibration had stopped the moment I entered the house. Cassian had let go of the leash, but the damage was done.

I was painfully, agonizingly hard.

I looked down, my breath hitching. With shaking hands, I unzipped my chinos. I pulled them down just far enough to see the disaster. My briefs were a lost cause, a dark, wet patch was spreading across the grey fabric. My cock was flushed a deep, angry red, leaking and straining against the cloth.

I let out a small whimper. This was so humiliating. I pulled my briefs down, and my cock sprang free, dripping onto the expensive marble floor. I didn’t care. I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking once, twice, but it wasn’t enough. My body was humming, still caught in the aftershocks of the remote.

Fuck it.

"I’m taking this thing out," I growled to the empty, opulent room. "Right now."

The marble was cold against the back of my thighs as I sat on the lid of the toilet, but I was so overheated I barely felt it. My breathing came in shallow, jagged hitches that echoed too loudly against the pristine walls of the stall.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Tactical retreat. Tactical extraction. You can do this, Noah. You are a mature adult who is currently hiding in a Spanish mansion’s bathroom to manually override a billionaire’s remote control. Normal stuff."

I hiked my leg up, bracing my foot against the side wall of the stall to get the right angle. My chinos and briefs were a sad, crumpled pile around my ankles, exposing me to the judgmental glow of the overhead lighting. I reached back, my fingers slick with a mix of sweat and the high-end lube Cassian had insisted on.

I found the base of the plug. It was tucked in deep, snug and pulsing with the residual heat of my own body. The moment my fingers brushed it, a bolt of electricity shot straight to my gut.

"Nngh..."

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My other hand... traitorous, weak, and utterly lacking in discipline... had already found its way to my cock. I couldn’t help it. I was so overstimulated that the mere movement of my arm felt like an invitation. As I gripped the base of the plug and gave a tentative tug, my hand reflexively tightened around myself, stroking in a slow, agonizing rhythm.

"Please," I whimpered, my head lolling back against the stall partition. "Just... come out."

It didn’t budge easily. The suction was relentless, and every time I adjusted my grip, the movement rubbed the toy against my prostate, sending fresh waves of unwanted pleasure through me. I was a mess, leaking, moaning, and vibrating like a faulty appliance. I was so focused on the internal battle that I didn’t hear the heavy click of the main bathroom door.

I didn’t hear the footsteps.

I only heard the voice.