Page 118 of A Quick Buck


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“With pleasure, Mr. Star,” Junior said, turning to open the door for Odie and usher him out. He gave Noah a nasty glare before he followed Odie’s swishing hips, slamming the door behind them.

Noah was close to panting, and he shivered in anticipation. He should have been afraid of what Alistair was going to do, but he couldn’t stop himself from getting excited. He wanted this. He needed it.

“You have disappointed me, dear Noah.” Alistair drank heavily from his glass. “All of our progress lost in one brilliantly immature tantrum.”

“I’m sorry,” Noah pleaded. “Sir. I mean, I’m sorry, sir. I know I screwed up.”

“Do you understand why I’m angry?”

“Because I cussed a whole bunch and tried to get in Odie’s face?”

“That and you embarrassed me.” Alistair set the glass down purposefully. “I brought you out tonight on the condition that you would behave yourself. The very moment you could not get what you wanted, you acted like a spoiled brat. I would have addressed Odie’s foul behavior without your interference, but you simply could not control yourself.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Noah swallowed thickly, closing his eyes as Alistair’s hand grabbed the back of his neck. “I was upset. I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t.” Alistair forced Noah to look at him. “And now you’re going to be punished.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah hated how eager he was. He knew he’d been bad, and now Alistair had to punish him.

“I understand your disappointment,” Alistair soothed. “I do. However, you have to learn to control that nasty little temper of yours.”

“I just thought… I…”

“Quiet now.” Alistair leaned back against the couch with his wine glass, crossing his legs. “Stand up, right here in front of Daddy, and drop your pants.”

Noah’s limbs were heavy and tingling as he moved to comply, and his body was thrumming with adrenaline. They were alone, but it was still unnerving to see the crowd at the bar only a few yards away, only separated from them by the mirrors. The clink of his belt sounded unnaturally loud, and even the rustle of his pants was thundering in his ears.

Alistair didn’t make any move to touch him. He was merely watching, and his bright eyes tracked Noah’s every movement.

Noah was flushed, and his fingers trembled as he pulled his underwear down. His cock was hard, jutting straight out with nowhere to hide, and he was totally exposed. The way Alistair was staring him down, scrutinizing him like a fine piece of meat, was making his chest tight.

“Look at you.” Alistair tutted and took a sip of wine. “Mmm, so delighted by your punishment, are you?”

“I can’t help it, sir.” Noah closed his eyes, his cheeks burning white hot. “I want… I want you to do it. I want to be good.”

“I still believe you have great potential,” Alistair assured him, “but you have to want it, dear Noah. You have toneedto be a good boy for Daddy.”

“But I do, sir! I really do.”

Alistair unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it free.

Noah could hear it catching on each loop, and the sound of creaking leather as Alistair folded it in half made his knees weak. “Sir…”

“Turn around.” Alistair leaned forward in his seat on the couch, and he smiled. “Go on, dear Noah. Turn around for me.”

“Yes, sir.” Noah shuffled, now facing away with Alistair directly behind him.

“Bend over, your hands on the table. Try to keep your legs straight. And oh, one more thing.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Remember to breathe.”

Noah gasped when Alistair’s belt came down against his bare ass. The sound was a spectacular crack of leather on skin, and he groaned in the stinging aftermath. He inhaled sharply, his pulse pounding in his ears, and he tightened his grip on the edge of the coffee table.

A second pop made Noah cry out, and his knees buckled. He pushed his ass back out, closing his eyes as he savored the sweet burn. Shivers were rolling up his back and over his face, startlingly cool in contrast to his heated skin.

Another swing of Alistair’s belt forced a deep moan from Noah’s lips, and he bowed his head down as his legs gave way again. Each welt was white-hot, burning, and he rocked his hips forward, searching for relief.