“Yes,” Jimmy said with a thick swallow.
Cold hummed quietly, shooing Jimmy to the other side of the bed so he could sit down. He pressed his back against the center of the headboard, stretching out his long legs.
Jimmy licked his lips, heart in his throat. He had to do this, he had to tell Cold the truth. “Sir?”
Cold snorted softly and patted his thigh, Jimmy crawling over obediently. He started to straddle Cold’s hips, thinking he was going to ride him again, but Cold corrected him with a firm squeeze on his arm. He jerked his head, directing Jimmy to turn the other way.
Jimmy whined softly, twisting around as commanded. He wanted to lean back and press up against Cold’s chest, desperate for contact, but Cold pushed him forward. He was on his knees and elbows, his ass right in Cold’s face.
Whimpering as Cold’s hands slid up his legs underneath his robe, Jimmy closed his eyes, body eager to submit, but he couldn’t stop that little voice screaming inside his head.
Jimmy felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t get this out, trying again, “Sir, I really need to tell you who—”
“I don’t care,” Cold said flatly. His nimble fingers moved over Jimmy’s hips, his ass, pushing the robe up and out of his way.
“But, sir, I think you need to... oh, fuck,” Jimmy whined, his toes curling when Cold’s fingers lightly danced over his hole. He heard the click of a bottle of lube being opened, his cock twitching in anticipation.
“I think you need to be quiet,” Cold said, more interested in spreading Jimmy’s cheeks and probing at his tender hole with slick fingers. “Not another word, not a sound, unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, taking a deep breath. The urge to obey was greater than the need to tell Cold the truth about his family, his worries easing away as he listened to that beautiful voice.
“Oh? Do you really? Let’s see,” Cold taunted, his voice low and positively wicked. His fingers suddenly plunged inside Jimmy’s hole as he chuckled softly.
Jimmy bit his tongue trying not to cry out, breathing in and out of his nose frantically.
Cold’s fingers were methodical, and fuck, how were they so long, dipping slowly in and twisting just right to make Jimmy want to scream.
He bit down on his fist, panting hard as he did his absolute best to remain perfectly silent.
“How would you feel about a small amendment to our deal?” Cold asked, completely calm. They might as well have been chatting over cards, never mind that Cold was currently knuckle deep inside of Jimmy’s ass.
“W-what kinda amendment?” Jimmy hissed through gritted teeth.
“I want to add an option to extend your services outside of my bed,” Cold replied. “Would you be interested?”
“You mean the party Rowena was talking about? Oh, fu-uuuck!” Jimmy squealed as Cold’s fingers twirled and made his legs shake. He could feel intense pressure against his prostate, and he couldn’t help but let a small whimper creep out.
“Yes,” Cold answered quietly, pressing harder, and Jimmy held his breath so he wouldn’t scream. “Usual rate, ten thousand dollars for the entire evening? Additionally, I will acquiesce to my sister’s demands, and I will cover your wardrobe.”
Jimmy sighed in relief as Cold slowly withdrew his fingers. “I’ll go. What... What would I need to do?”
“Exactly what I want you to do,” Cold replied dryly, his hands resting on Jimmy’s cheeks and squeezing softly. “Be quiet, stay close, and look pretty.”
Jimmy could sense warmth near his sensitive hole, his eyes wide with need and trying desperately not to make another peep. Cold’s hands were guiding him backwards and his mouth was right there at his ass, literally a breath away from touching him.
“So,” Cold said quietly, his lips brushing ever so slightly against Jimmy’s flesh, “we have a deal?”
“Ye-esssss!Oh, God!” Jimmy moaned, Cold’s tongue suddenly pressing into him, his head dropping forward on the mattress. Cold’s tongue was inside of him, moving just as nimbly as his fingers, pushing deep and with great skill, sucking softly at the edge of his rim.
Jimmy clawed at the sheets, pushing back against Cold’s mouth, mewling pitifully. He knew he was supposed to be quiet, but how could he with Cold’s tongue fucking him like that?
He’d had rim jobs before, but no one had ever eaten him out like this. Cold’s tongue kept pressing in impossibly deeper, growling softly as his teeth lightly nipped at Jimmy’s tender skin. It was that flash of teeth that finally made Jimmy cry out, the brief sting of pain mixing so beautifully with the pleasure. He was shaking all over by the time Cold was pulling away, his velvety voice taunting, “And you were doing so well...”
“Please, sir,” Jimmy pleaded, trying to arch his hips back toward Cold’s beautiful mouth, sobbing quietly. “Please don’t stop.”
“Aw, but I told you to be quiet,” Cold purred nastily. Jimmy could hear him licking his lips and the end table drawer opening. “You think you deserve a treat when you’ve been bad?”
“No, sir.” Jimmy shivered. The disappointment washing over him was overwhelming. He wanted more of Cold’s tongue, more of his anything, though he knew he didn’t deserve it for disobeying him. He whined, pleading quietly, “I’ll be good, please.”
