Page 81 of A Quick Buck

Would he let them watch you get fucked? What about sucking his dick or spreading you on the table to eat your ass like a fuckin’ meal?

His hard cock throbbed with every step, and he was panting by the time he made it to the dining table and stood expectantly beside his chair.

Alistair was only a few steps behind him, but he didn’t pull out the chair. He slid a hand up Noah’s back, urging him to bend over the table. “We have to discuss your punishment, dear Noah.”

“My punishment, sir?” Noah frowned, but he allowed himself to be moved.

“Yes.” Alistair grabbed Noah’s hips, squeezing lightly before palming his ass. “Oh, yes. You were quite naughty earlier. You were rude, insolent, and I’ve been far too forgiving of your foul language. Not to mention that you broke your promise.”

Heart pounding, Noah protested, “I’m sorry, okay? Sir? I’m a little drunk, and I forgot. I dunno. I got too excited about seeing DJ Quigs.”

“While I appreciate the apology, Daddy still needs to punish you.” Alistair reared his hand back, swiftly spanking Noah’s ass.

The crack of skin on skin was exciting, and Noah yelped from the quick bite of pain. He turned his head toward the doorway, and fuck, he could see Crybaby and Junior flanking either side. They had their backs toward Alistair and Noah, and their presence forced the would-be onlookers to keep their distance.

But not entirely.

He could see a few brave souls creeping closer to watch, and he saw someone’s phone flash.

Oh, God.

Junior surged forward to snatch it, and Noah heard him yelling something about ‘fuckin’ clouds’ and—

Alistair’s hand came down again, smacking Noah’s ass viciously.

“Fuu—mmm, sir!” Noah was able to catch himself that time, and he grinded uselessly against the table.

“Focus, dear Noah,” Alistair soothed. “Pay no mind to them. Focus on Daddy. Focus on this. The pain, the burn, all of it.”

Another hard smack made Noah’s body jerk, and he whined, turning his head the other way so he couldn’t see the people watching them.

They were far enough away they couldn’t be able to see much, but their very presence was winding Noah up tight. It was weirdly exciting, and he hated how hard he was. It shouldn’t be this arousing, and the shame of it seemed to only increase the intensity.

“I don’t mind if you drink, but drinking to excess is a detriment to your already damaged personality,” Alistair scolded, his hand finding Noah’s other cheek with a rough smack. “You must think before you speak, and you are going to limit your alcohol intake.”

“Mmm… yes… yes, sir.” Noah rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the table for momentary relief. “I can be better. I can… I can be good.”

“I know you can.” Alistair petted Noah’s stinging ass before spanking him again, several slaps all together in rapid succession.

Noah pounded his fist against the table, shuddering all over from the rush of adrenaline that the pain delivered. He was sweating, shivering, and he couldn’t stop humping the table to give himself a counterpoint to his burning skin. Each abused cheek was stinging white hot, and he moaned pitifully.

He’d been a brat, he knew. He had to be punished. He had to learn.

Alistair grabbed Noah’s cheeks and spread them wide, pushing his thumbs inward to massage around his hole. “Now it’s time for dinner. Behave yourself, take the rest of your punishment, and then we will attend the performance. Do you understand, dear Noah?”

“Yes, sir.” Noah licked his lips, and he arched up into Alistair’s hands. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Yes, you will.” Alistair stepped back and patted Noah’s hip. “Come along. Under the table.”

Noah didn’t think he’d heard him correctly. “What?”

“You didn’t want dinner, remember?” Alistair chuckled. “You’re going to sit under this table and suck my cock until I’ve finished eating. Perhaps having something in your mouth for a little while will help you think about the sort of words that come out of it.”

“You’re serious, sir?” Noah watched Alistair take the seat at the head of the table, and he stood back up on shaking legs.

“Yes.” Alistair pointed down. “Now.”

The spanking had sobered Noah a little, and he wanted to argue. This was ridiculous. He didn’t want to get down there and suck Alistair’s dick while he ate dinner. He couldn’t believe Alistair was telling him to do that.