“I plan to,” Jimmy said with a blushing smile, hurrying inside as soon as Jules opened the door.
The door closed with a distinct click, and Jimmy let out a breath. Here in this room, the rest of the world seemed to melt away into nothing. There was no rent, no bills, no lawyers, no Augustus. It was only him and Boss Cold.
Cold was at his desk just as before, but this time he looked up when Jimmy walked in. He peered over the rim of his glasses, wrinkling his nose up. “What are you wearing?”
“Clothes?” Jimmy said, blinking in surprise. The jeans seemed fine, though the t-shirt had a few holes. “I didn’t think... since, well, you know... I’m not gonna be wearing them... for... very long.” His face turned red, asking quietly, “It’s not good?”
Cold didn’t answer, shaking his head and returning to his ledgers.
Jimmy frowned, rocking back and forth on his heels. His stomach wobbled a little, and now he wished he had thought better of his fashion choices.
“Shower,” Cold said, nodding toward the bathroom.
Jimmy nodded, scurrying off to bathe. The shampoo and soap bottles had been replenished from the previous evening, and there was a new plush robe waiting for him. Once he was done, he wrapped himself in the robe and walked back out into the room.
To his surprise, Cold wasn’t at the desk. He had moved to the small sitting area in between the bathroom door and the bed, lounging back in a plush slipper chair. He gestured for Jimmy to approach, pointing at the floor by his feet. “Kneel.”
Jimmy obeyed quickly, dropping to his knees in front of Cold. He swallowed thickly and looked up in expectation at the mob boss.
Cold leaned forward, not yet touching but gazing hungrily over Jimmy’s robed body. He smirked, asking softly, “You’ll really do whatever I want, won’t you?”
“Isn’t that what you want?” Jimmy replied uncertainly, his brows furrowing upward.
“Oh, I think it’s whatyouwant,” Cold said, easily deflecting the question. “You’re so very eager to please.” He gently touched Jimmy’s chin, his thumb sweeping over his bottom lip. “You’d let me fuck you in front of the whole world, wouldn’t you.”
Jimmy blushed, leaning into Cold’s hand as much as he would allow. He could hear the steady thumping of his heart in his ears, drowning out the entire universe except the two of them. “Yes...”
“Mm. And that’s why we need a safe word, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his thumb pulling Jimmy’s lip down, pinching it against his chin and making him whimper. “If we’re going to make the most of this little deal, even my desires must have their limits.”
Jimmy frowned, confused. “But you said whatever you want? That’s the deal?”
“It wouldn’t serve my interests to break you before you’ve paid off what you owe me,” Cold clarified with a dark chuckle. “And I did so enjoy our time together last night. It was very revealing.” He tilted his head, purring seductively, “You want someone to take charge, don’t you?”
Jimmy closed his eyes, nodding slowly. There was no point in denying it. “Yes.”
“You want someone to take away the fear,” Cold continued, his drawl positively hypnotic. “For someone to eliminate all the hesitation, to stiffen that shy sway in your step. You don’t want to worry any longer about what to say or what to do...”
A surge of emotion rocked Jimmy’s very soul from Cold’s flawless perception, his tongue meeting his thumb as it moved over his bottom teeth, and he groaned softly.
“Yes,” Cold growled, breath quickening as he spoke on. “You, Mr. Poe, need a purpose. You need that gratification that only comes from having someone to please.”
“Then let me please you,” Jimmy said desperately, daring to suck at the pad of Cold’s thumb, his eyes flicking open to stare up at him.
Cold seemed happy with that, a gorgeous smirk twisting his lips. “Good,” he said, a smile briefly lighting up his face then disappearing as quickly as it appeared. “Safe word, Mr. Poe?”
“Ice,” Jimmy replied softly, drawing out the word as a low hiss. It was an immediate response, lost in the beautiful icy blue of Cold’s eyes.
“Ice it is.” Cold smirked and lightly tapped his thumb against Jimmy’s chin. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs and slowly unbuttoning his pants to pull out his thick cock. “Come along, Mr. Poe. Let’s see how pleasing that mouth of yours is.”
Jimmy was salivating as he gazed over Cold’s intimidating girth. His cock was absolutely beautiful. Crap, how was he ever supposed to fit all of that in his mouth? He scooted forward, starting to press a hand against Cold’s thigh to get in a better position.
Jimmy gasped when Cold snatched his wrist, saying low, “No touching.”
“But I need to... okay. Yes, sir,” Jimmy nodded, blinking anxiously. He remembered how Cold had flinched in his apartment, but how the hell was he going to do this if he couldn’t use his hands? He let his arms drop to his sides and took a deep breath.
Bowing his head down, Jimmy pulled the tip of Cold’s cock into his mouth with only his lips. The taste was hot and salty, making him groan as he sucked softly. He struggled to take the thick member deeper, his eyes starting to tear up.
His lips felt like they were being stretched to their limit, trying to use his tongue to make up for all the inches he couldn’t fit by swirling around the tip. He wanted to use his hand to grab the remainder of Cold’s cock, but he didn’t want to risk angering him by touching him again.
