“Thank you, cub. I came into the kitchen to pass along the compliments I’d been hearing all evening, not complain. Tito was an ass and I never should have made him head chef, but I didn’t have a choice at the time. I needed someone to be in charge.”
Quillan took a breath and relaxed until Laz moved to sit down in the armless chair in front of his desk. “However, you were supposed to be home finishing a quilt and should have been in bed ten minutes ago,” he said in his serious, you’ve-earned-a-spanking tone.
“Umm, I’m sorry?” Quillan said as his hands moved behind his back to cover his ass in an unconscious protective move.
The corners of Laz’s mouth twitched as if he were suppressing a smile, but then his expression hardened. “I doubt that, but you will be. You’ve broken several of our home’s rules and must pay the price. Question is, do I spank you here and now, or wait until we get home?”
Quillan shifted from one foot to the other as his gaze dropped to the floor before peeking up at Laz through his eyelashes. “I vote for home, if that’s all right.”
Laz looked thoughtful for a long moment before nodding. Quillan wondered about the glint in his eyes when his Daddy said, “I agree that home would be best. Just know that punishment will be harsher because I won’t have to worry about you screaming the house down at home. For now, you need to strip and come here, cub.”
After glancing at the door and praying the lock held, Quillan slowly toed off his shoes as he opened his jeans. Taking off his shirt, he folded it and placed it on the couch. His jeans and boxers followed seconds later.
Once everything was neatly piled together, he turned and oh so slowly walked to where Laz sat. Though he was tempted to cover his quickly stiffening cock, he kept his hands plastered to his thighs. The heat he read on Laz’s face kept him moving forward even though he had a feeling a spanking of some sort was in his immediate future.
He wondered if this would be the time to tell Laz he loved him. It wouldn’t get him out of the spanking, but maybe it would lighten it up a bit. Or his hope to lessen the punishment would backfire and get him into more trouble. Since the kitchen had another hour before it closed, he really didn’t need to be hobbling around with a burning ass.
Laz held out a hand, and Quillan began to tremble as he took it. He was then led around to Laz’s right side and guided to lay across the big man’s lap. Once down, he squirmed so his cock dropped down between Laz’s thick thighs and wasn’t trapped under his body.
“Ten smacks now, after I put a plug in your ass to remind you to behave for the next couple hours until we get home,” Laz said. “We’ll deal with the rest once we get home.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Quillan agreed easily.
He could handle ten smacks. And if it was the plug Laz had been using on him the last few days, he could handle that as well.
Smack. He sucked a breath at the pain that blossomed. Laz was spanking much harder than he usually did, and all at once Quillan wasn’t sure he could take the pain.
Wrapping one arm around Laz’s leg, the other he fisted and held to his mouth to keep from screaming in pain. He held the leg tight as the spanks rained down over the entirety of both lower cheeks. How Laz set his entire ass on fire with only ten smacks was not something Quillan ever wanted to figure out.
Tears were falling by the time Laz finished his punishment. Quillan barely felt the lube drip down the crease of his ass or Laz’s finger spread it into his body. He did, however, feel the plug as it burrowed through the muscles of his ass.
“Daddy!” he whispered as loud as he dared.
“Yes, cub?” Laz asked though he continued to push on the plug.
“That’s not my plug.”
Laz chuckled as the plug got bigger and bigger as it entered his body. Much bigger than the plug he’d used in the past. His Daddy didn’t speak until the plug was completely in him and he could feel the end pressing on the flesh around his hole.
“Yes, boy, it is. It’s your new plug. Now stand up and get dressed,” Laz said as he rubbed a circle around the hot flesh of his ass before popping it one last time to get Quillan moving.
Quillan’s cock was throbbing as he stood. He looked down at himself and wished he had the chutzpa to jerk off. Though it would only take a few strokes to get himself off, that was another of Daddy’s rules. No playing with his cock without Daddy’s permission, and since he was being punished, he seriously doubted Daddy would say yes.
Holding his breath and trying to think of things that would calm his arousal down, Quillan quickly dressed. Once he finished pulling on his shoes, he turned and found himself smashed against Laz’s chest.
“Thank you for helping out, cub,” Laz said as he snuggled him.
“Thanks for not sending me home. Or for treating me like the Little I am while in the kitchen with the others,” Quillan returned as he wrapped his arms around his Daddy’s middle and hugged him tight.
“I love you, cub. So damn much that sometimes it hurts when I’m away from you,” Laz said softly.
Quillan dropped his head back and looked up at his man. “Really?”
Laz nodded and smiled down at him.
“I love you, too, Daddy. Which is why I think you should let me keep running the kitchen. After all, you need a head chef. I am a chef in need of a kitchen, and you’ll always know where I am.”
“What about your quilting business?”
Quillan smiled. “The quilting business was only supposed to be a hobby. I can make quilts and toys during the days while you’re working at Wildfire. Then at night, we can work at Saints together.”
Laz nodded with a warm smile. “That will work until I find the right person to take over Wildfire. But we’ll worry about everything tomorrow. For now, you need to get back to the kitchen and I need to get back out front. We’ll deal with the rest of your punishment when we get home tonight.”
Quillan nodded slowly before turning and heading to the door. He squeaked in pain when Laz landed one last spank on his left ass cheek. Damn his hands were big.
But he loved the big, laidback biker restaurateur, and couldn’t imagine himself being this happy with anyone else, even if he would be sitting gingerly in the morning.
Epilogue
Laz looked up and down the line of motorcycles preparing to ride and couldn’t help but grin. Who could have guessed that when Nico brought his Cara home that it would lead them all to find their Littles?
The Littles had been talking with Nonna at the SUV she and Nonno would be driving as their support vehicle during the charity ride. At once, the five women and Quillan turned and ran to join their Daddies, each carrying their colorful helmet. Put the six together and they made up a rainbow.
Quillan had been the instigator to the club riding in this charity event to raise money for a new LGBTQ shelter, but the entire family had embraced the idea when he’d pitched it.
“Come here, cub,” he said when Quillan finally reached him.
“We’re all set,” Quillan reported.
Without argument, he handed Laz his helmet and then stood still while Laz put it on and secured the chin strap. After brushing a kiss on his cub’s lips, Laz held out a hand and helped the man climb onto the seat behind him. Then he donned his own helmet and turned to watch for the signal.
As the oldest of the Santi cousins, Zenone had taken over as president of the club when Nonno had finally decided to step down. As soon as he raised one hand and circled it over his head, six motorcycle engines roared to life.
Quillan’s arms around his middle tightened, and the man snugged in close behind him. Zenone waved to Nonno who led the club out of the compound. Though they were all grown men with women of their own, their grandparents would always set the pace when it came to events such as this.
Nonno pulled out, followed by Zenone, and then the rest of them fell in line. As he pulled into line behind Maximus, the glint from his wedding ring caught his eye.
For a man who had sworn o
ff relationships, Laz was now happily married and in discussions with his boy about whether or not they should adopt some of Nico’s shelter dogs since neither of them planned to get pregnant and preferred to keep their Daddy/little boy games strictly to themselves.
THE END
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