Jimmy whirled around, still bent on one knee as he watched Cold point at his thigh, beckoning him to lay over his lap. Jimmy started to shrug off his remaining clothes, his shirt and jacket still on, but Cold suddenly snapped the belt at his bare hip.
“Leave those on. Shoes, too.”
Jimmy nodded, immediately noticing that the bite of the belt was much sharper than Cold’s hand and lingered much longer. He moved to lay himself across Cold’s lap, blushing down to his neck at being so exposed.
Cold ran his hand over Jimmy’s lower back, sliding down to squeeze his cheeks and lewdly run a dry finger in between them. “Now, Mr. Poe... do you understand why you’re being punished?”
“I wasn’t listening?” Jimmy suggested, wiggling around as he tried to find a comfortable position. His legs were so long they dangled awkwardly onto the floor. He could keep his head up for now and glanced over his shoulder to peer up at Cold.
“Mmmm, that’s part of it,” Cold said. “I value obedience very much, but you’re already hurt and my intention is never to damage you. That’s much more important, don’t you think?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, hold very still for me.”
Jimmy froze, his breath getting stuck in his throat when he felt the cool leather of the belt teasing over his cheeks. He tried to relax, tried not to move, but the first crack of the belt made him jump and cry out.
Cold’s hand was right there, smoothing across the welt he’d left behind. “You did well. Four more, and maybe that’ll be enough for you to learn, hmmm?”
“God... yes. Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted.
“Good boy,” Cold praised, his hand moving away for the belt to snap against Jimmy’s flesh in its place.
Jimmy yelped, ending in a pitiful whine. It felt like Cold had somehow managed to hit the exact same spot as before, lightning up a scorching line of pain across his ass. His head felt too heavy to hold up now.
The third pop made Jimmy moan, the burning sensation sending all sorts of mixed signals between his legs. His cock was aching, grinding into Cold’s thigh, trying to find some relief from the intense sensation.
Cold reverently petted Jimmy’s welted cheeks, dipping his finger in his mouth before sliding it teasingly over his hole. “Just two more, Mr. Poe.”
The fourth strike made Jimmy cry out again, sweat starting to erupt all along his back and face. It was too much, too hot, and he groaned as his head fell down in utter submission. The pain buzzed all over, his head light but happy, as he mewled softly at Cold’s finger slipping inside of him again.
“You have the most perfect little asshole,” Cold said, spitting on his fingers before returning to play with the edge of his hole. “And it’s all mine.”
“Yours,” Jimmy agreed softly.
“For the duration of this arrangement, no one else will have you,” Cold said, a possessive growl rasping his usually smooth voice. “Do you understand me, Mr. Poe?”
Jimmy hesitated, blinking stupidly as he struggled to lift his head and stare at Cold. He couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Cold was saying they were going to be exclusive. “And you’ll be mine?”
Cold sneered, a single finger pushing inside him deep enough to make Jimmy whimper. “I’m not the one who offered up their body for money, Mr. Poe. You did. Until the debt is paid, every inch of you belongs to me. I, however, am a free man, and I will do as I please.”
Needy and upset, Jimmy whined a deeper complaint. It wasn’t that he desired to be with anyone else; it was quite the opposite. He didn’t want anyone but Cold, and the mere thought of him being with another person stabbed Jimmy right in the chest with a wicked prick of envy that threatened to poison his good mood.
“That’s not fair,” Jimmy protested, yelping loudly when Cold cracked the belt over his stinging ass once more. “F-fuck,” he stuttered, tears welling up as he went limp on Cold’s lap, the only tension left in his body curling his hands into tight fists.
“Our arrangement is more than fair. Any whore would consider themselves lucky to be paid like you are,” Cold scoffed.
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy uttered the words as if they were a curse. There was something about that word that invoked a deep sense of shame and anger, but it also made his loins ache.
“Mmmm, that’s a good boy,” Cold purred.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy seethed again, his cock grinding into Cold’s leg, hating how good it felt.
Cold’s hands glided over his stinging ass, eliciting a soft moan. “Take off your clothes now, shoes as well,” he ordered abruptly. “Get up on the bed.”
Jimmy expected him to shove him off his lap onto the floor, but Cold helped him and guided him onto the mattress, even divesting him of the clothes himself when Jimmy’s hands shook in an effort to obey. Cold picked everything up and neatly folded them to join his jacket on the chaise.
Sighing contently, Cold’s eyes hungrily roved over Jimmy’s body. Jimmy blushed from the intense gaze, his cock bobbing between his legs as he stretched out across the bed before Cold.
