“Ah ah,” Alistair warned. “I see what you’re doing. For now, you’re going to leavethatright there, hmm? You don’t need it right now.”
“Yes,” Noah hissed.
Alistair squeezed Noah’s neck. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” Noah breathed out the words like a prayer, and a switch in his brain suddenly flipped. He relaxed and sagged against the table, his desire to fight leaving him. He wanted to be good.
He wanted to be so good.
But he knew he had to earn it, and he’d been so very bad.
“You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?” Alistair squeezed Noah’s ass. “You act up just so I’ll punish you, hmm?”
Noah made a small sound. “I can’t help it, sir. I just… mm…”
“Talk to me. What is it?”
“I always feel like I’ve gotta… fight.” Noah closed his eyes. “I’m… I don’t know, sir. I guess I’m angry.”
“Why?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know.” Noah regretted the slip, and he cried out when Alistair’s hand came crashing down on his tender cheek again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t know! I’m just, I’m, I’m angry!”
“This anger you feel?” Alistair palmed Noah’s stinging ass, rubbing the heated skin where his hand had struck so many times. “I believe it is the anger of abandonment. Your parents left you long before they died, and your uncle treated you as an inconvenience. The company you take to bed leaves you as soon as you’re spent. That’s why you’re angry. Because everyone leaves, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Alistair’s words hit harder than his hands had, and Noah’s temper spiked through the lusty cloud as he spat, “Fuck you!”
The immediate reply was another spank.
It made Noah sob, and he whimpered as Alistair’s hand petted through his hair. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to… I just…”
“It’s all right, dear Noah,” Alistair soothed. “We’re nearly done. I believe we’ve made great progress and have a better understanding of the source of your anger. You need stability. Structure. Someone upon whom you can rely.” He chuckled. “Then again, we already knew that, didn’t we?”
“Sir?” Noah pouted. “What do you mean?”
“The lack of discipline in your life is obvious.” Alistair had let go of Noah, sitting back down on the couch behind him. He remained scooted forward so he could touch Noah’s ass and spread his cheeks. “And so is how lonely you are, sweet boy. How desperate for affection you are. It’s why you need a Daddy like me to care of you.”
“Yes… Yes, sir.” Noah closed his eyes. There was no reason to deny it. Not when he was kneeling down in his own living room with his freshly spanked ass hanging out. “I do. I need you. And I want… I want this… I want all of this to be so real. I want it so, mmm, bad.”
“And you shall have it, sweet boy.” Alistair patted Noah’s hip. “Wait here for me. I need to get something from upstairs.”
“What is it, sir?” Noah blinked groggily. “That plug thing?”
Alistair was smiling. “I bought you many surprises, dear Noah. I believe now is the perfect time for Daddy to give another one to you.”
“O-okay.” Noah wasn’t lost deeply enough in a sexual haze for him not to wonder what sort of surprise Alistair might have in store for him. He wasn’t afraid, though. Excited, yes, maybe a little nervous, but not afraid.
He was never afraid when he was with Alistair.
“Wait here like a good boy for Daddy, and I’ll be right back.” Alistair stood. “If you’re good, I’ll put the movie back on, and I’ll let you come when it’s over.”
“Yes, sir.” Noah could see Alistair leaving out of the corner of his eye, and he could hear him say something to whoever was waiting outside. He couldn’t make out what was said, but it didn’t matter.
He wanted to be a good boy.
He had to stay right as he was and accept whatever Alistair was going to give him.
Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the buzz from the endorphins washing over him and the faint throb of his pulse in his spanked cheeks. Everything Alistair had said was correct, and Noah was aware Alistair could easily be taking advantage of that knowledge by just telling Noah what he wanted to hear. Maybe it was his own pathetic and desperate need to connect with someone, but…
