Page 47 of A Quick Buck

“I don’t believe you.” Alistair spanked him again.

“Mmph, fuck!” Noah writhed against the bed, and he gritted his teeth. “You are such an asshole!Fuck!” Alistair’s hand seemed to be hitting the same spot over and over with laser precision, and Noah’s cheek was scorching hot.

“How many more until you remember your manners, hmm?” Alistair sounded perfectly calm. “How many shall we go for? Five?”

“I just… I just wanted to talk!” Noah pleaded.

“Ten?” Alistair challenged.

“Shit!” Noah jerked, his hips riding up on the bed from the next crack. His ass was throbbing now, and he was totally helpless to escape Alistair’s strong hold. He couldn’t think, his thoughts muddled by pain and panic, and he cried out when Alistair spanked him even harder.

“Four more to go, dear Noah.” Alistair paused to rub Noah’s stinging cheek, and he let go of his arm. “Stay very still for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes… Yes, sir.” Noah took a deep breath, his head spinning from the rush of endorphins racing through his body.

He had to be going crazy.

It was the only explanation for letting Alistair do this to him and wanting it so much his entire core ached with need. He had lost his mind and was apparently so pathetic and desperate for affection that he was giving himself over to the very man holding him hostage.

But even as aware as he was that this whole thing was ludicrous, he hadn’t moved from the bed.

And he knew he wasn’t going to.

Whatever Alistair had woken up in him couldn’t be put back to rest so easily, and Noah could not resist its seductive pull.

Not when it felt so right.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Noah stretched his arms out over his head, relaxing now as he prepared himself for the remainder of his punishment. “I’ll be good.”

“Oh, will you?” Alistair leaned in close, both hands now grabbing Noah’s cheeks and spreading them obscenely wide. “You can’t seem to make up your mind if you want to be my boy or a brat.”

“I’m… I’m confused. I’m trying.” Noah didn’t know how to explain it. “I’m really trying, sir.”

Alistair’s hands raised and came down together, spanking both cheeks at the same time.

The force made Noah’s hips jerk, and he gasped sharply. The pain was intense, white-hot, and he was again awash in intense emotions. He wanted this. He needed someone to put him in his place, to teach him… He wanted someone to care enough to do it.

The final spanks made Noah moan, loud and desperate. He couldn’t tell where one smack began and the others ended, each cheek a blistering landscape of heated sensation. Alistair’s hands felt cool now when he touched him, and Noah arched up into his palms with a sob.

“There,” Alistair soothed. “You did it, sweet boy. Daddy is very proud of you. You took your punishment very well.”

“Thank you, sir… fuck, thank you so much.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, and only because you did so well I will allow you to come.” Alistair dragged his fingers over Noah’s ass. “No hands. You’re still acting like an animal, so you can come like one again.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah didn’t care. He was going to come. Alistair was going to fuck him, and then…

He didn’t really want this, did he?

It was impossible to be sure when the throb in his cheeks seemed to be consuming his entire body, and Alistair’s fingers, now slick with lube, were pushing into his ass and creating the most fantastic shivers that went right up his spine.

The stretch and pull was familiar, and Noah remained relaxed, lulled into a trance by Alistair’s melodic voice.

“There we go. You’re opening up so beautifully for Daddy. Your asshole truly is quite perfect. I can’t wait to be inside of you. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, dear Noah. I wanted to take you, to make you mine, to mold you.”

“Mmm…” Noah groaned as the pressure increased. “Yes. Yes, fuck, please.”

“You have such a fire in you,” Alistair went on, his fingers scissoring deeper. “Mmm, it’s gorgeous, but you need… finesse. If it burns too brightly too fast, you’ll smother yourself in smoke. You will learn to control it, my boy.”