by K. L. Hiers
Jimmy’s pulse was thumping in his ears, and he swore he could feel it behind his eyes. He sometimes forgot how strong Cold was, well aware of that now when he tried to break loose. Feeling so weak had no right to be this hot, and he groaned desperately as Cold pulled him in closer. “Mm... Rod... oh, fuck!”
Cold seemed to have himself back in control now and his grip relaxed, though he still sounded breathless as he commanded, “I’m going to let go of you, Mr. Poe. When I do, you have a choice to make.”
“A choice?” Jimmy gazed helplessly up at Cold. “What fuckin’ choice?”
“If you truly want to leave, I will not stop you,” Cold replied firmly. “I will have Jerry take you anywhere in the city you want to go, and I will ensure that your education is taken care of—”
“What?” Alarms went off in Jimmy’s head, wiggling against Cold’s strong hold as he argued, “No! I was mad at you! Fuck, I’m still mad at you! But I love you, you big idiot! I don’t want to leave you!”
“Then stay,” Cold said, exhaling fully as if he’d been holding his breath. “Take off your clothes, and get on your knees.”
“Wait! Right here?” Jimmy asked, lust rippling down his spine and between his legs at the very suggestion. There were always guards patrolling the grounds, anyone could be watching them.
“Yes, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled. “Right here, right now.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied. He was totally helpless to resist the fierce command. When Cold released his arms, he quickly began to strip. He watched Cold unbuckling his belt, and he automatically began to salivate. On his knees, he opened his mouth expectantly.
But instead of a thick cock, he got Cold’s belt.
“Bite down,” Cold ordered.
Jimmy did so, looking up at Cold with a low whine.
“Much better,” Cold sighed, softly petting Jimmy’s hair. He adjusted his suit and took a seat in the middle of the patio settee adjacent to the table. He sat with his legs spread wide and beckoned Jimmy over. “Come here. On your hands and knees.”
Jimmy crawled over, the buckle of the belt rattling as he moved. He gasped as Cold grabbed his hair and turned his head this way and that, Cold inspecting him like an animal at auction.
“Look at you.” Cold’s eyes scanned over his naked body hungrily. “My beautiful little brat. You’re just as lovely as the first time I had you in that hotel room. Hmph. Can’t leave anything well enough alone, can you?”
“N-no, sir,” Jimmy whispered over the leather between his teeth. “I’m... I’m trying to help...”
“I don’t need you to help, Mr. Poe. I need you to obey.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, closing his eyes and wincing when Cold tugged at his hair again.
“Get in my lap,” Cold said sternly. “You’re going to learn, Mr. Poe. Until my hand goes numb or you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first.”
Jimmy shivered as he followed Cold’s guiding hands, crawling up and stretching out over his thighs. He laid his head down on the plush cushions and stretched out his long legs until his feet were hanging off the end of the settee.
Normally he was suspended awkwardly over Cold’s knees for this sort of punishment, but he didn’t have long to appreciate the settee’s comfort.
The first crack of Cold’s hand across his ass made him cry out, his head jerking up as his body fought to get away from the pain. Cold wasn’t giving him any time to adjust, and Jimmy yelped as a second stroke immediately followed the first.
“I spent all day planning this ridiculous setup. All of this was for you! You ungrateful and arrogant little boy! You’re such a spoiled brat! You ruined everything I had planned for you!” Cold hissed angrily as his hand kept slapping Jimmy’s ass, punctuating every sentence with a mean smack.
Every brutal slap made Jimmy ache and whimper, and tears streamed down his face as he openly sobbed. The pain shot flashes of white before his eyes, and his cock was uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and Cold’s thigh.
Cold gave him a brief reprieve, rubbing his palm across the scalded flesh of his abused cheek.
The gentle touch burned like hell, and Jimmy grinded his teeth on the leather with a choked cry. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, sir...”
“I’ve been far too easy on you,” Cold sneered, reaching back to spank Jimmy’s other cheek. “You’ve forgotten your place!”
“Fuck!” Jimmy cringed as Cold began his assault again, crying with every fierce slap. It sounded like firecrackers going off, and he could feel himself getting close to climax. His thoughts were soft and hazy from the lovely pain, and he moaned brokenly, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll be good!”
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Cold snorted, giving Jimmy’s ass another mean smack.
The force made Jimmy’s back curl up, and he sobbed loudly as drool began to run out from his lips. His skin was absolutely on fire, and he was certain he would be able to feel Cold’s hands on him for days after this. “I want... I want to be good for you... that’s why...”
“Why what, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s hand paused and reached for the belt.
“That’s why I keep trying to help,” Jimmy panted, licking his lips anxiously as all of his words ran together. “Because I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how much trouble you’re really in. And I love you, I love you so much... I would do anything for you, but I can’t do nothing.”
“Allow me then to give you a purpose, Mr. Poe,” Cold said firmly, the tips of his fingers running over the stinging flesh of Jimmy’s ass and drawing mindless little patterns.
“Please, sir,” Jimmy groaned, arching into every touch.
“Be my husband, my lover, my partner,” Cold purred seductively. “Obey me, worship me, and I will be yours forever.”
Jimmy uttered a quiet sound, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. He could feel Cold’s fingers, wet with spit, sliding between his cheeks and prodding at his hole. Cold pinched his taint and made him moan, “Y-yes, sir!”
“There’s my good boy,” Cold sighed affectionately, returning the belt to Jimmy’s mouth and calmly reaching over to pour himself another glass of champagne from the table.
Jimmy relaxed, wiping away his tears and enjoying the light thrum of energy still humming all throughout his body. The belt was wet with his spit, and he held it loosely with his lips as he tried to catch his breath.
Cold sipped at his champagne as he slowly stroked Jimmy’s stinging ass, calm and reverent as if admiring his handiwork. “If we are to continue, Mr. Poe, you need to choose a new safe word.”
“Mmm?”
“Your safe word.”
“Is ice,” Jimmy dutifully recited.
“Now, I’m asking you, pick a new one if you want to continue.”
Jimmy was confused. He didn’t know if Cold was talking about this evening, their relationship, or what. It was hard to think right now. He knew that he definitely didn’t want to stop any of it, numbly replying, “Ramen. My safe word is ramen.”
“Very good, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, setting his glass back down. “Ramen it is.”
Jimmy lifted his head and watched Cold dig around in the champagne bucket. It only took a few more moments to realize why Cold asked for the specific change in safe word, and he gasped when he felt an ice cube sliding down his spine.
Cold dragged the cube down and over Jimmy’s tender cheeks, moving it in small circles until it melted away.
Shivering, Jimmy found that he actually liked the ice. It was soothing to his sore skin, and he could feel the melted water dripping down his thighs and hips. It was certainly soaking into Cold’s pants, but Cold didn’t seem to mind.
The pain began to ease with every passing cube of ice, and Jimmy shuddered when Cold placed one deliberately between his cheeks and began to rub against his hole. He jerked up when he realized Cold was trying to push the cube into him, and it had melted away to nothing before he could.
His ass felt so cold now t
hat he couldn’t feel the next one until it popped inside of him. It was freezing and weird, and Jimmy cried softly at the new intrusion. It didn’t matter how he squirmed because he couldn’t escape the cold in such an intimate place.
The heat of his body was working against the ice, melting it quickly and leaving him tingling in its wake. He groaned when Cold insistently pushed in a second cube, and this one took longer to melt. The different sensations were near maddening, making him moan again when Cold pressed his fingers back inside of him.
“Mmm, look how hot your little hole is,” Cold said, a nasty smile in his voice. “Sucking up all that ice... does it feel good, Mr. Poe? Do you like this?”
“It’s numb and it burns and yes, yes, sir. I like it.” Jimmy felt his entire body shiver when a new piece of ice began to probe at his hole. At a superficial level, his skin was cool enough for it to stay solid longer. But inside, he was still so warm, and the ice was a shock to his system when it popped in. “Fuck! Yes!”
Cold kept his fingers in Jimmy’s hole even after he had pushed the cube in, hooking them down to push against Jimmy’s prostate. He pressed lightly, a steady rhythm of little pushes, ordering, “Tell me when the ice has melted... and I’ll give you another.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy said, focused on Cold’s precise fingering. He could feel his cock leaking, and the pressure within made him ache all over. He could come just from this, but he hadn’t been given permission yet. The ice made it easier to resist since his nerves were dampened, but it didn’t seem to matter to his cock.
He was so wet, and he could feel delightful pressure quickly building up all the way down in his toes. He grabbed the end of the settee cushion, clenching tightly to find some relief from Cold’s deep probing. He bit down on the belt to muffle his cries and whimpered, “Ice... ice, I need... need another... sir.”
“Good boy,” Cold praised, patting Jimmy’s thigh before reaching for another piece. “You’re being such a very, very good boy for me.”
Hearing that sweet sentiment, Jimmy relaxed again. He didn’t need to hold onto the settee or tense his muscles up. He was being good, he was making Cold happy, and that was still the most intense gratification he had ever known.
Jimmy lifted up his hips when he felt the next cube of ice slipping inside his hole. He was numb and hot at the same time, and the pressure of Cold’s returning fingers felt far away until they hit his prostate again.
“There, Mr. Poe,” Cold said softly, moving his fingers in lazy circles and smiling when he saw how pliant Jimmy was now. “Just like that... just open up for me and relax...”
Jimmy closed his eyes, moaning quietly with each stroke, his thoughts blurry with pleasure. He could feel how wet Cold’s thigh was, certainly soaked with water and from his own leaking cock. He could feel himself tipping toward the edge, and he tried to stop his hips from grinding back on Cold’s hand.
“Come on,” Cold suddenly said, freezing in place. “Keep going.”
Instantly, Jimmy let himself go and started fucking himself back on Cold’s hand. He lifted his chest off the settee to power the motions of his lean body, his head dropping back as a slight twist of Cold’s wrist ensured an orgasmic angle. “Oh, f-fuck!”
“Don’t stop, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded, spitting between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare stop now!”
Jimmy moaned urgently, pushing himself up onto his hands as he slammed himself back. He choked when Cold’s hand wrapped around his throat, his firm grip holding him there as he struggled to thrust against those probing fingers.
“You’re mine,” Cold hissed softly. There was a wounded quality in his voice, rare and sad, and when he spoke again it almost sounded like a question. “Always.”
“Always, sir,” Jimmy croaked weakly in reply, desperate to reassure him. “Forever.”
Cold released Jimmy’s neck to pop his ass with a low growl. “Come for me,” he commanded, mercilessly pounding into Jimmy’s prostate and smacking his ass. “Come for me right now, Mr. Poe.”
Driving himself to his sweet ending, Jimmy rammed his ass back as hard as he could. Cold kept spanking him and his fingers never seemed to lose their target, pushing Jimmy closer and closer into madness. He couldn’t stop, his body finally slipping into a deep orgasm that made him shake all over.
Every muscle was snapping off and leaving him thrumming in total bliss, and Jimmy was left mindlessly grinding his oozing cock against Cold’s thigh. His face was numb from crying so hard and his toes were tingling from the thrill of release.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jimmy whimpered, going limp in Cold’s lap as every bit of strength he had melted away like all of those ice cubes.
“Good boy,” Cold said proudly. He rubbed Jimmy’s abused ass as his fingers slowly pulled out. “Mmm, yes, that’s my good boy.”
Jimmy’s face was hot and all of his limbs felt too heavy, and he struggled to even move his hand to reach up and remove the belt. The edges of his mouth were raw, and he wanted relief. He groaned when Cold grabbed his wrist to stop him, mumbling in protest, “Rod...”
“I am going to talk and you are going to listen, Jimmy,” Cold said urgently. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. When I thought you actually wanted to leave me, it felt like dying. I meant it when I told you that you were the love of my life. You are the most valuable thing in the world to me.”
Jimmy made a soft sound, and his heart skipped a few beats. Cold never talked like this, not ever, and he wouldn’t dare interrupt. He tried to wake himself up out of his fuzzy head space, eager to hear more.
“You need to understand that I will never be the kind of man that deserves you,” Cold continued quickly. “I hurt people, I kill them, and yes, I lie. Anything more than that I will never tell you because if I did, I know with absolute certainty that you would leave me and never look back.
“But these things I do serve a purpose. They ensure my power and my authority, both of which are necessary so that I can take care of you. As long as you are mine, I will do anything to keep you safe. There are times that will include not being entirely honest with you.”
Jimmy murmured quietly, grateful when Cold finally pulled the belt from his mouth. He said nothing and licked his lips, waiting for Cold to go on. He didn’t realize it then, but he was holding his breath.
“Though I do not regret the action itself, I’m sorry that it hurts you,” Cold said, passing his hands over Jimmy’s face and rubbing his thumb over the pressure marks the belt had left behind. “Causing you pain in that way is becoming a habit I’m not very fond of, and I want it to stop. In the spirit of compromise and accepting that you are the most stubborn creature I’ve ever met in my entire life, I’m willing to be more open about my plans... if you promise to stop meddling in them. Now. Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”
Jimmy closed his eyes and breathed. “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Twelve
Jimmy didn’t think twice about his discarded clothes when Cold carried him upstairs to their bedroom. He didn’t even spare a single thought over anyone who might have seen them together outside or who might have been listening. Instead, he was completely relaxed in Cold’s strong embrace as he laid him in their bed.
When he was under Cold’s magical spell, the rest of the world completely vanished. It left only the two of them, and he didn’t have anything else to worry about except being good. All he had to do was listen and obey, and he could make Cold so very happy.
Jimmy turned onto his back, expecting Cold to take him this way to finish. He stretched out his legs, savoring the burn of his sore bottom against the smooth covers. He watched Cold light a few candles and draw the curtains to shield the room from the setting sun.
“Roll over, Mr. Poe,” Cold instructed firmly.
Pouting, Jimmy did as he was commanded, lying flat on his stomach and hugging one of their pillows close. He could hear Cold behind him and the familiar sounds of preparing himself with lubricant before he got into bed.
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Jimmy’s breath hitched when Cold slowly pressed his hard cock inside of him, grateful for the slick slide of lube, but mourning the sensation of bare flesh.
Cold was still fully clothed.
Knowing that actually made Jimmy smile as Cold pushed in deeper, instantly bringing back memories of when they’d first met. Jimmy could still remember when he hadn’t been allowed to touch or even kiss Cold, much less see his naked body.
They’d come so far and despite the bumps along the way, there was still nowhere else Jimmy would rather be. By giving his body over to Cold’s every command, he’d never been happier. He felt totally and absolutely complete when they were together.
He was safe here, and untouchable.
When Cold was fully seated, he curled his hand around the back of Jimmy’s neck to hold him down.
“I am going to fuck you right down into this mattress,” Cold promised huskily, “and I’m not going to stop until I’m done. Whatever you do, Mr. Poe, you’d better not come before me.”
“I’ll be so good, sir,” Jimmy swore, groaning as Cold’s grip tightened.
“You’d better be,” Cold warned, his hips snapping back and slamming forward with brute force.
Jimmy instinctively jerked up from the bed with a loud cry, but he couldn’t get his shoulders off the bed. His hips helplessly arched back, and he moaned as Cold thrust again, just as hard and even more cruelly.
Cold was using him, fucking him without any thought or care as he drove himself as deeply as possible every time.
The angle was putting pressure on Jimmy’s prostate, and he was trying not to scream. His ass cheeks were still so raw from being spanked, suffering further chafing from Cold’s clothes. He lost himself to the savage rhythm, panting and struggling to make sense of all the intense stimulations.
Cold was squeezing his neck and had now pressed his other hand into the small of Jimmy’s back. Cold was so strong and powerful, and his firm hold was grounding. Jimmy’s ass cheeks were burning, and he was certain he could make out distinct handprints pulsing all over the tender flesh.
