Page 150 of A Quick Buck

“And you were rude. You offended me.”

“Didn’t realize that the big ol’ tough ‘Mr. Star’ was so sensitive.” Noah smirked. He could see Alistair’s shoulders tensing, and he loved knowing he could get under his skin.

“Kneel.”

“No. We got a movie to finish watching first.”

“Kneel, sweet boy, or you’re just going to make it worse for yourself.”

“What?” Noah grinned. “I thought I was supposed to figure out who the murderer is.”

“Oh, and you shall.” Alistair grabbed the back of Noah’s neck. “Now. Kneel, dear Noah. It’s time for Daddy to give you another lesson.”

“But I want—ah!” Noah gasped as Alistair suddenly slung him to the floor, effortlessly positioning him on his knees facing the television with Alistair’s hand still holding his neck. “Mmm, damn.”

It was impressive how Alistair could maneuver him, and fuck, it got Noah’s blood pumping. He liked how Alistair manhandled him. He liked feeling out of control and vulnerable to this man’s advances. He was always torn between submitting or fighting him, but the urge to let Alistair take command over his body was impossible to resist.

Noah would give in, he knew he would, but he couldn’t stop himself from struggling for the sheer thrill of it.

“Drop your pants, boy,” Alistair commanded.

“No. Not really in the mood.”

Alistair leaned forward, pushing Noah’s head down against the table hard enough to rattle their glasses. “I’m sorry, but it was not a request.”

Noah struggled, no matter how useless it was, groaning as Alistair simply put more force into the hold. He couldn’t move, and his dick chubbed up in his pants. He tried to push himself up, but Alistair wouldn’t let him budge.

“Pants down now, if you please.” Alistair was now standing, putting his weight into the grip on Noah’s neck to ensure that he couldn’t move.

“Mmm… what… what about the movie?” Noah grunted.

“Oh, be sure to keep your eyes on the movie. Don’t want you to miss a thing.”

“Is there gonna be a quiz?” Noah yelped as Alistair’s hand smacked his ass. Even through his pants, it stung like hell. “Mmm, damn!”

“Are you going to behave now, or would you like to continue being cheeky?”

“I haven’t… made up my mind yet.”

Alistair spanked him harder.

Noah’s hips jerked forward, and he clawed at the table. “Mmm, fuck.”

Alistair popped his ass three times in quick succession, each with more force than the last.

Groaning with each smack, Noah twisted against the table seeking relief. His mind was fogging over, adrenaline making his skin buzz, and he was absolutely rock hard.

“Well?” Alistair prompted. “Are you going to be a good boy for me, dear Noah?”

“Mm, no.”

Another smack landed, and it was absolutely vicious.

“Okay, okay!” Noah groaned. “Strong maybe.”

“Pants down. Now.” Alistair’s tone left no room for argument.

Noah’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the zipper, but he managed to push his pants and underwear down to bare his ass. His cock remained trapped beneath the waistband of his underwear, and he reached to free it.