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“Noah, I hope and plan that you never have to say red. I’ve been doing this a long time, and remember, I’ve been a sub too. I know how it all feels.” He smiles his beautiful smile at me. “I’m glad you did that to me. It gives me an idea of how I think I’d like you to behave when we’re outside the club, also how to push you, to humiliate you when you get too eager.”
I lean over to him and kiss his nipple, my tongue flattening over the nub just once before I look up at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“I think there’s a job for you to do before we can sleep.” He pushes the duvet down, exposing his flaccid cock. “Get me hard, make me come.”
I slide down the bed, grinning, and do exactly that.
The shrill ringing of my phone has me fumbling to find the wretched object. Noah wriggles and curls back against me, not even opening his eyes. “’Lo,” I croak down the phone.
“Saint, I have to hear from Knox that you and the gorgeous Noah are an item. Why is that?” Pops asks, his voice light and full of humour.
“Because Knox is a nosy bastard who can’t keep his mouth shut,” I grumble. Noah kisses my chest, then slides under the covers to settle between my legs. I try to listen to what’s being said, but Noah’s hot, wet mouth around my balls has my concentration shot to pieces.
Pops laughs deeply this time. “That may be true, but I think I’d like to see it for myself. I want both of you here for brunch in an hour.”
My brain scrambles to make a sentence, but my cock is now sliding in and out of my boy’s throat, fuck, he’s got good at this now. “Huh? Um, it will have to be a bit later than an hour.” I pull my phone away to see what the time is. Nine-thirty. “We’ll be with you in a couple of hours. There are a couple of things I need to do before then.”
“I’m sure there are. See you soon.”
I drop the phone on the floor and push the covers down to see Noah. He looks up at me and winks, the cheeky bastard. He’s doing too good a job to stop him. I’ll let him finish me off, then I’ll punish him. My hand twitches at the thought of spanking him. He’s not going to be sitting very comfortably when we go for brunch. I push him over onto his back giving me control. I fuck into his mouth. His eyes are watering, and he lets out a few coughs and splutters. Perfect. I roar out my climax, pouring into his mouth as he swallows every drop.
When I move off him, he wipes his swollen lips and chin, then with sparkling eyes, he winks again. “Good morning, Sir.”
“A good morning for me, but for you, I’m not so sure. You’ve earned your first punishment. I’m going to spank you for misbehaving while I was on the phone, making it difficult to concentrate on Pops and his news.”
Noah blinks a couple of times, then nods his head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was trying to be a good boy.”
I sit up, shift a little further into the centre of the bed, straightening my legs out in front of me. “Lie over my lap, feet off the bed and arse in the air.”
Of course, he obeys immediately, settling himself just as I told him. I run my hand over his high, pert butt cheeks. “Fifteen and you are not allowed to come.”
I don’t mess around; this isn’t something I want him to enjoy. I’m damn sure he only did it to get this. He may not be so quick to get into trouble afterwards. The first four come in rapid succession, and Noah cries out in surprise as much as in pain. I smooth over the skin that has my handprints glowing brightly. The next six are equally as fast and hard over the original marks. The final five I spread out, going left to right, up and down, withthe final one a crack that lands on the crease between his bum and his thighs. He howls loudest at this one.
“Good boy, all over with.” I pull him up and settle him gently on my thighs. “How are you feeling?”
His face is red and covered in tears, but to me, he’s beautiful. He took that very well, and I didn’t go easy. It wasn’t just to punish him, but to see his reactions, how far I tested his limits.
“Fuck, that hurt.” There’s no anger, just fact.
“It was meant to. Don’t think for a minute I don’t know why you did that, and now you understand the consequence of your action. Your arse looks phenomenal, it marks up beautifully. I’ll get some lotion on it in just a moment. Tell me how it felt. Was it how you imagined?”
“I grew up where slaps to the head and bum were daily occurrences, but this was different. I’m not gonna lie, it hurt a lot more than I thought it would, but I feel centred. It was you, and you get me. I’m not rushing to piss you off again, but I’m okay. Thank you for doing it.”
With my forefinger under his chin, I tilt his face up. “It was my pleasure.” I grin and kiss him soundly.
“Like I said, you’re a perv.”
“Shower time, then I’ll sort your arse out. I don’t want it to bruise…well, not too much.”
We walk up to the front door of my childhood home. Noah fidgets in his jeans, after grumbling all the way that they’re going to know what’s happened. “If I could wear my sweats, it won’t be as sore, so I won’t fidget so much.”
“Then don’t get spanked before we have to visit the family. Fuck around and find out, baby.” I kiss him deeply, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and grabbing his arse and giving it a squeeze. He groans, a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I’m sure the neighbours are loving the stage show, Saint, but I’d rather you saved it for later.” My dad answers the door, making me let go of Noah. “Don’t put up with his shit, Noah.”
“Noah happens to like all my shit, don’t you, boy.” I give his bum a slap, making him wince and me grin even wider. Noah takes my hand, probably to stop me tormenting his backside anymore. I grip it gently, and we follow Dad inside. The noise level is high as we reach the kitchen, the whole gang is here.
“About bloody time too,” Drake grumbles as we walk in. “We get bollocked if we’re late.”
