Alistair had snatched him up as easily as a misbehaving child and spanked him so soundly that Noah was left trembling in the wake of his firm touch. He had nowhere to hide his obvious pleasure, and he found himself accosted with insane fantasies of Alistair sliding his hand between his scalding cheeks and pushing his fingers into—
“I’m sorry!” Noah hissed.
“Oh?” Alistair paused, giving Noah’s arm a firm push.
“Yes. Okay?” Noah closed his eyes, and a tear slipped down his cheek. He had to make this stop before he lost his mind, busted in his underwear, or both. “I’m fuckin’ sorry.”
“Good boy.”
Noah shuddered.
Those words did something to him, and he was suddenly small and vulnerable and—no. He was not going to give in. He inhaled sharply, refusing to let the feeling overtake him.
Alistair stood Noah up, holding him by his hips to steady him.He adjusted Noah’s underwear that was bunched around his hard dick, and he pulled them back up with his jeans. He even zipped him back up without so much as a grope.
Noah wanted to push him away, but he was lightheaded and probably would have fallen over.
“Easy now.” Alistair looked totally smug, that bastard. “I appreciate your apology very much, Noah. Thank you. I hope you understand what’s expected of you and we can avoid these sorts of unpleasantries in the future.”
Noah narrowed his eyes.
The implication was clear. If he mouthed off some more, then Alistair would spank him. He couldn’t help but notice how it sounded like a threat.
Or perhaps an invitation.
Pffft, as if Noah would want Alistair to touch him ever again.
“Do you have anything else to say?” Alistair asked.
“Can I go to my fuckin’ room now?” Noah did his best to adjust himself discreetly. He didn’t think the others noticed, but Alistair was still holding his hip.
And he was definitely looking.
God, now why didthatturn Noah on?
“I think you mean ‘mayI go to my room now’.” Alistair smiled. “And yes, you may. I’ll see you at dinner.” He looked thoughtful. “Wear something red.”
Noah turned and walked as fast as he could out of the ballroom and away from Alistair. He wasn’t going to wear red or anything else because he was not going to any fuckin’ dinner with that asshole. His ass cheeks were stinging with every step, and he hated the ridiculous urge he had to say something nasty to earn himself another spanking.
He’d had some playful smacking during sex before, even a few guys who fancied themselves a Daddy and liked to take charge, but nothing he’d ever experienced could compare to what Alistair had just done.
Noah found himself at a terrible crossroads. If he behaved himself and kept quiet, he could get through this ordeal and survive without any more humiliating punishments. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to sit back like some chickenshit while being kidnapped in his own home. He should want to make this as difficult for all of those assholes as possible.
If he ended up being punished again, it was because he didn’t want to be a model prisoner for some psychos who had kidnapped him inside his own house. It had nothing to do with how hard his dick was, currently tucked into his waistband and hidden under his shirt as he trudged upstairs.
“Aww, little baby gots to go have a little nappy?” Junior taunted from behind him. “Probably need some frozen peas for that ass whoopin’, huh?”
“Choke on a frozen turd, asshole.” Noah didn’t even look back. He’d forgotten about his new escort, biting back the immediate desire to curse some more when Junior laughed at him.
Into his bedroom he went, trying to shut the door before Crybaby and Junior could come in. He was only on the second floor. There might be a chance he could escape from the window if he could get away from these idiots for a second.
Junior grabbed the edge of the door and held it open. “Hey, I don’t thinks so. You’re not gettin’ outta our sight for a fuckin’ second.”
“I’ve got to take a shower,” Noah snapped. “You gonna follow me in there too?”
“Ugh, no.” Crybaby did not look the least bit interested. “But you’re letting us in because there’s some pretty windows right over there by your bed. Not too far of a drop. Might be too tempting. Can’t risk you getting away.”
Shit.
