Jimmy shut up immediately.
“Last chance,” Cold warned quietly. “For the next seven hours and fifty seven minutes, you are mine. Your body is my property. You will do whatever I ask of you without hesitation. Please me, and I will ask you to return again. But if you fail to do so and you waste my time, I will make sure you’ll regret it.”
Jimmy believed him.
“Now,” Cold sighed, attempting to relax again, “any questions?”
A thousand questions came rushing to the surface, but only one managed to make it all the way to Jimmy’s lips, stammering, “D-do you do this a lot? Let people, you know, do this to pay you?”
Cold looked surprised, an expression Jimmy felt certain he did not show often. It faded as quickly as it appeared, and he answered simply, “No.”
Jimmy waited for more detail, but decided none was coming when Cold resumed his paperwork. He obediently hurried to the bathroom, grateful he could shut the door and have a moment of privacy.
Holy crap. He was in Roderick Legrand’s private room, and they were gonna do stuff. Sex stuff. He knew it was rather juvenile and this whole situation was insane, but his imagination was running through all sorts of debauched fantasies. It wasn’t so wrong if he was looking forward to this, he decided. He was making the best of the hand he’d been dealt.
After taking a deep breath, he stripped off his clothes. He didn’t want to keep Cold waiting.
Showering quickly and using the products he found in the bathroom, he hopped in and out as fast as he could. He pulled the robe on, grateful for the thick fabric when he stepped back into the cool main room.
“Bed,” Cold said, his pen still moving and eyes on the papers before him. “Get... comfy.”
Jimmy did as he was told, stretching out across the massive bed and sighing happily. It was easily the most comfortable bed he’d ever been in, and he sighed luxuriously as he snuggled up against the pillows. He knew better now than to speak, waiting patiently for Cold to tell him what to do.
“Go ahead and get yourself ready for me,” Cold continued briskly. “You’ll find what you need in the bedside table drawer.”
Jimmy quirked his brows, rolling over to inspect the contents of the drawer. He blushed immediately, finding a bottle of lube and several dildos. He was relieved to see they were at least new and still in the package. That was considerate of him, Jimmy thought, as he nervously grabbed the lubricant and one of the smaller toys.
Cold’s eyes flicked up for a moment, smirking at his selection. He said nothing, returning to his work.
Jimmy didn’t understand what was so amusing; the smallest toy was still at least seven inches. He set the toy and lube aside for now, slouching down so his head was nestled in the pillows. He tried to relax, letting his eyes close and quickly running his hands down his chest. Untying the robe, he opened it up to expose his lean body, still damp from the shower.
His cock was vaguely interested, half hard against his thigh as Jimmy’s hands moved across his stomach. He began to massage his balls while he started jerking himself off, trying to get hard. He was nervous, his cock not wanting to fully cooperate and his stomach turning uncomfortably.
He didn’t know if he could do this. What the fuck was he thinking? This was all a mistake. Cold was going to get pissed off, and then he was going to let Jules Price burn him to a crisp, he just knew it.
Jimmy didn’t notice that Cold’s pen had stopped scratching until he heard a low growl. “Slower.”
His eyes snapped open, turning his head to meet Cold’s unrelenting gaze. He obeyed, his pace dropping down immediately. Even though the friction had lessened, his cock was now at strict attention. There was something about that growl, about how Cold was looking at him...
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy found himself replying, spreading his legs wide. He stroked himself a few more times before reaching for the lube, slicking up his trembling fingers. He remembered to take his time, reaching down between his thighs to tease over his entrance.
He shuddered; the lube was cold and his body instinctively shied away from the sensation. He kept rubbing in delicate circles while it warmed up, one fingertip slipping inside prompting him to gasp.
It had been a very long time since he’d had sex, and even longer since he’d been with a man. He still enjoyed pleasuring himself like this when the mood struck him, and he tried to imagine he was at home in his own bed. There was no reason to rush. No one to please but himself, just him and his fingers chasing down waves of pleasure.
“Mmmmph,” he grunted as he pressed his finger all the way in, pumping slowly. He’d almost forgotten how good it was to feel so full, and this was far from over. In the back of his mind, he knew he was prepping himself for Cold’s cock, for Cold to be inside him, and he wanted it.
“Ohhh... mmm,” Jimmy moaned, rolling onto his side and pulling his knee up to his chest. He whined loudly, quickly reaching behind himself to slip two fingers back into his wet hole. The moist sounds his fingers made as he plunged in and out of himself were deliciously lewd, the squelching echoing throughout the large room.
Jimmy was almost flat on his stomach now, grinding his cock into the mattress. He was absolutely writhing, consumed by his own thrusting hand as his body opened up, trying to find the right angle to reach his prostate as he rubbed himself against the sheets.
Cold had silently moved to the foot of the bed, purring low, “Toy. Now.”
Jimmy panted, glancing up in surprise. He hadn’t even seen Cold move, but looked now to the dildo. Fuck, it wasn’t what he wanted, but he had to obey. He grabbed it, squirting lube all over it and impatiently starting to shove it inside.
“Slowly,” Cold commanded again.
“But, sir!” Jimmy protested, desperate, trying to push the toy deeper. “I can take it, I can take it so good—”
