Chapter 34
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, with the 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.”
“We’re not late. I had to renegotiate the time due to a bratty sub getting himself into trouble.”
“I’ve said I’m sorry like a hundred times,” Noah mumbles but is only greeted by catcalls and laughter.
Pops comes up to us and gives Noah a hug. “Ignore them—they’re all bullies. Sit down, and I’ll get the food out.”
“Um, I’m okay. I can help if you’d like?” He looks at me like he wants to kill me and follows Pops.
More laughter starts up, and I shoot them all a look. “Pack it in, arseholes. Leave him alone.”
“Then don’t whoop his arse before a family brunch,” Knox snarks, but thankfully, they cut the jibes when the food gets put on the table.
Knox is the first to dive into the bacon pile, but soon, we all have a mountain of food to get through.
Noah fiddles with his knife and fork, cutting it all into bite-size pieces, like I had the pizza last night.
Does he want the same, to kneel by me? Without asking him about it, I get up and leave the room, coming back moments later with a cushion.
I drop it on the floor by my side and look at Noah.
He smiles widely at me and gets off the chair to kneel on the cushion.
There’s a heartbeat of silence around the table, then the conversations pick up as if nothing different is happening.
I stab a piece of his cut-up bacon and wait for Noah to open his mouth.
He’s more relaxed now, he’s slipping into being a sub rather than my boyfriend.
After he takes the food, I stroke my hand through his hair. “Good boy.”
I feed him the rest of his brunch the same way, laughing when he eagerly takes the croissant with apricot jam, ready for more like a baby bird. Pops looks at me and smiles. It’s such a soft, gentle smile. I can see, not just how happy he is for us, but how proud he is of me and Noah.
I can’t believe that the man happily kneeling for me, who only lost his virginity with me last night, is the same guy that turned up at the shop virtually demanding a job.
How fucking brave he was then, but even more so now.
He can’t have known about this side of my life—it’s something I’ve never talked about outside the lifestyle.
Yet, he is my perfect submissive. He’s not doing it because I want it, he’s doing it because he needs it.
Has the neglect he’s had growing up caused his need to be looked after?
Did finding out about my wants and needs unlock the neglected part of him? I’ll only know if I ask him.
“Have you had enough?” I ask him when most of his plate is empty.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He looks at Pops and smiles. “Thank you. This was delicious.”
It’s not long before everyone else is full and the plates on the table are empty. One by one, we all clear up the mess and carry all the plates to the kitchen, and Noah joins in. It seems he’s come out of his need for submission and laughing and joking with everyone else.
Dad walks over to me. “Be careful, son.”
I scowl at him. “We are both fully aware of what we’re doing. He’s perfect.”