Book Title: A Quick Buck
Author: K.L. Hiers
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Release Date: 11/19/2021
Genre/s: Contemporary MM Mafia Romance
Trope/s: Daddy Kink, May/December, Silver Fox, Rich Boy Needs Love
Themes: Love and Power, Lust Before Love, Revenge
Length: 108 000 words/503 pages
This is a standalone story. It is a spin-off from the Cold Hard Cash series, but the other books do not need to be read in order to enjoy this one.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
Alistair Star didn’t come to Noah Allan’s house looking for a boy in need of a hard spanking from a man who knows how to give one. Noah was just meant to be kept as collateral until his uncle could be tracked down. But when the twenty-two-year-old trust fund brat gets mouthy, Alistair decides it’s long past time someone took off his belt and put him very firmly in his place.
Noah may be used to buying whatever he wants and doing as he pleases, but he wouldn’t call himself spoiled. Unfortunately for him, the dangerous, infuriatingly handsome mob boss holding him prisoner disagrees, and Alistair doesn’t just plan to teach Noah a shameful lesson that will leave him sore, sorry, and desperately aroused. He’s going to give Noah exactly what he needs…
A daddy.
Publisher’s Note: A Quick Buck includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Noah was ready for a brawl, and every muscle was wound up tight and primed with adrenaline. He was on his feet, the chair pushed back and toppled on the floor, and he was prepared to pounce at any moment.
Alistair, however, was calmly sitting and drinking his wine.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Noah scoffed. “You gonna come teach me somethin’ or what?”
“Mm.” Alistair raised his wine glass, finishing it, and then licking his lips slowly. “Perhaps we should teach you patience first.”
“Fuck you!” Noah snatched the wine glass out of his hand and hurled it onto the floor, shattering it instantly. “I’m so sick of this! It’s only been one fuckin’ day, and I am tired of—”
The speed at which Alistair got to his feet was almost inhuman, deftly grabbing Noah by the back of his neck before slamming him face first down on the table in a mere second.
Noah tried to push back, but Alistair was too strong. Being overpowered by someone smaller than him really pissed him off, but there was nothing he could do.
“Let’s try this again,” Alistair drawled, holding Noah’s arm and pushing it up toward his shoulder to keep him still. “My name is Alistair Star, and I’d like you to be my guest. That requires you to behave while you’re here. All I asked was for you to clean up your mouth, wear something red, and join me for dinner. Was that so difficult?”
“Fuck you! I’m not gonna let you treat me like some fuckin’ bitch!” Noah struggled, and he gasped when Alistair palmed his ass.
“Perhaps if you acted better, I would treat you better. Hmm?”
“Drop fuckin’ dead.”
Alistair deftly reached around Noah’s waist to loosen his belt. “I was hoping your first lesson would have more lingering effects. I was clearly wrong.”
“Wait, stop! What are you doing?”
“I believe you told me to ‘bring it’.” Alistair chuckled, unzipping Noah’s pants. “Consider it brought.”
“Fuck, wait… wait, wait, wait!” Noah struggled again, and he hated how all the blood in his body chose that moment to zoom down into his dick. The mere brush of Alistair’s hand had sent intense signals he couldn’t ignore, and he knew it was obvious he was getting hard.
Alistair had to have noticed, but he didn’t comment on it. He was busy pulling Noah’s pants and underwear down to bare his ass.
Noah cringed, exposed with nowhere to hide just like before. He wondered if Alistair was admiring the welts he’d left there, and he whimpered at the thought.
He’d been marked now… fuck.
“Hold still, and we can be done quickly,” Alistair warned.
“The fuck are you doing?” Noah demanded, his voice far more breathless than he would have liked.
“Teaching you a lesson.” Alistair chuckled softly. “You are a very stubborn boy, but that’s all right. I’ve certainly known worse than you. You will be a good boy for me. Trust me… your sweet little ass will break long before my patience does.”
The first crack of Alistair’s palm across Noah’s bare cheek made him yelp. It was hot, quick, and gone almost instantly.
“Fuck you, dude.”
“That mouth is really something.” Alistair leaned in close, his voice a whisper as he taunted, “Is it as fantastic as Mr. Medina said or is it only good for spewing filth?”
Shame coiled up in Noah’s gut, and he ground his teeth. He could still remember how Medina had tasted, and the memory now nauseated him. He closed his eyes and spat, “Fuck you so hard, you fuckin’ old piece of fuckin’ trash.”
“Mmm, what a shame.” Alistair spanked him again. “You’re being such a naughty little boy, but you enjoy it, don’t you?”
“Fuck off and die.” Noah started to pant, and he cried out when Alistair smacked him hard enough to make his hips jerk. He could definitely feel that one, and he could vividly imagine the white-hot imprint of Alistair’s hand still throbbing in his cheek moments after it had struck him.
“Shhh. Come on now, dear Noah.” Alistair switched over and promptly spanked the other cheek. “We both know this is what you want. You want to be taken care of, to find someone to give you what you need.”
“Mmmm… fuck…” Noah’s head was clouding now, its dull pounding syncing with the hot pulse in his ass cheeks. It was hard to think, and he couldn’t argue when everything Alistair was saying was true.
He was lonely, and he knew he wasn’t a good person. It was why he kept falling for crappy guys like Medina. He was so desperate for someone to validate him and make him feel good, but it was always fleeting.
“You need someone to teach you how to be a good boy,” Alistair went on, “because obviously you’re not, right? After all, if you were good, you wouldn’t be alone. You’d have someone, isn’t that right?”
Noah had to bite back a sob.
“You’re a brat, one of the worst I’ve ever met. You’re so wrapped up in your own ridiculous little orbit that you can’t even see the pain you cause in others. But you don’t care, do you? Because all that matters is what you want.”
Yes, Noah was terrible. He was selfish, spoiled to a fault, and that’s why he had no friends, no family, and no lover.
Deep down inside, he knew he didn’t deserve anything else.
Maybe not even happiness…
Noah gasped when Alistair spread his tender cheeks, his thick thumbs sliding in to stroke Noah’s hole.
“Oh, but there is great potential in you,” Alistair soothed. “I can teach you, dear Noah. All you have to do is listen, be a good boy for me, and I’ll take such good care of you.”
“I can be good… I can…” Noah’s eyes fluttered shut. “I can be so good for you.”
“You’ll have to do everything I say, do you understand?” Alistair kept pushing against Noah’s hole, dry but applying enough pressure to make him squirm.
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but they never gave up.
Following the success of their first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC, with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.
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