Page 179 of A Quick Buck

“No.” Noah crossed his arms, throwing out his hip to the side with a smirk. “I said ‘please’. And now I want my fuckin’ cheeseburger.”

“Oh?”

“Am I not speaking clearly? Do we need to get you a hearing aid?”

Alistair laughed.

“We can totally get you one. They have super tiny ones you can’t even see—ah!” Noah was thrown up against the side of the couch so fast that he knocked over a bowl of potpourri from the side table, gasping as Alistair’s strong grip seized the back of his neck and held him there.

Fuck, Alistair wasfast.

“Has it been too long since I’ve had my hands on you, hmm?” Alistair whispered in Noah’s ear. “Has Daddy left you wanting, dear Noah?”

“N-no.” Noah struggled to remain defiant.

“No?” Alistair squeezed Noah’s neck and reached down to palm his ass.

Noah hated how eagerly he arched into Alistair’s hand, and he grunted. His face was hot, and his blood was pumping hard to all the right places to work him right up to frantic.

God, yes. This was what he wanted.

“Pull down your pants. Right now.” Alistair’s voice was a sacred command, and Noah couldn’t possibly refuse.

Except…

“No.” Noah squirmed. “I just… I just wanted…”

“Wrong answer, dear boy.” Alistair swung down and smacked Noah’s ass, hard and fast, repeatedly.

Crying out with every strong smack, Noah writhed against the couch. He was helpless, small, and he whined frantically even after Alistair had stopped. His cheeks were stinging beneath the fabric of his pants, and his cock was already ten steps ahead and rock hard.

Yes, this was what he needed. He needed to be put in his place, reminded of who he belonged to, and he absolutely loved how Alistair never hesitated to put his hands on him. It let him know Alistair cared, that he wanted him to be better, and Noah relished in the unique thrill of having his lover dominate him.

Not that he was going to make it easy for him.

“Let’s try again,” Alistair prompted. “Pants. Down.”

“Suck my dick,” Noah taunted.

“Certainly not tonight.” Alistair’s arm reared back.

The force of the next spanking made Noah moan, and he grinded his hard cock into the arm of the couch, desperately seeking relief. He was hot, flushed, and sweating, and his cheeks were throbbing like a fresh sunburn.

Oh, but it feltgood. So good.

Weakly, Noah reached for the fly of his pants, tugging the zipper down with a heavy sigh.

Fighting against the inevitable was wonderful, and the submission was an especially sweet moment, and Noah savored how his entire body began to melt, every muscle giving way to the pain and pleasure that was to come.

This was what he needed to be a good boy.

He pulled his pants and underwear down to bare his ass for Alistair, and he was promptly rewarded with a cruel spank. Against his bare skin, the pop was louder, harder, and it burned like hell.

The air was cool and soothing to his scalding skin, and Noah was more aware of every place Alistair spanked, the assaulted flesh throbbing in time with the pounding of his heart.

Alistair seemed to know exactly which parts were stinging the most, and he squeezed Noah’s ass right there, his fingers curling over the burning skin. “Now, will you tell me why you’ve decided to throw a full-fledged tantrum over a cheeseburger, sweet boy? Or would you like some more?”

“Mmph.” Noah rocked his hips uselessly. His cock was leaving a damp spot where it was still trapped in his underwear, and he longed to touch himself. It was hard to focus, and he found himself stammering. “I’m… I don’t, I’m… I’m fuckin’bored.”