“Are you serious?” Jimmy balked, blinking in surprise. “You’d... you’d do that?”
Picking Jimmy up effortlessly, Cold set him on top of the piano. “I would,” he said as he sat down on the bench between Jimmy’s long legs. He smirked slyly, playfully stroking Jimmy’s calf as he added, “Under certain conditions, of course.”
“Oh. Of course.” Jimmy couldn’t help but giggle, grinning down at him. He wondered if he’d ever be able to taste those wicked lips. “So, another deal?”
“Mmhm.” Cold untied Jimmy’s sneakers, dropping them onto the floor with the clothes. His socks followed after. “But one thing at a time. First, there is the matter of your punishment, Mr. Poe.”
Next, Cold began to unfasten Jimmy’s pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. He ran his fingers up over Jimmy’s thighs before grabbing the hem of his briefs and dragging those down as well. Then he squeezed Jimmy’s knees, pushing them apart.
Jimmy smiled at all the affection. Cold was touching him more and more now. He couldn’t get enough of it, scooting his butt to the very edge of the piano, his feet dangling against the keys as he tried to get closer. A few scattered notes played as his toes tried to find a firm hold, gasping when Cold grabbed him.
Easing Jimmy’s legs over his shoulders, Cold licked his lips. Jimmy wanted to reach out and touch, but kept his hands firmly in place behind him. So far this didn’t feel like a punishment, but the anticipation was thick and heavy. His cock was stiffening up, as he leaned back on his hands and bit his lower lip anxiously.
Cold leaned forward, pushing Jimmy’s hips up and running his tongue flat against his hole with a ravenous growl.
“Fuck,” Jimmy whimpered. Cold licked and sucked so sweetly, he was falling apart in moments. Cold’s tongue was amazingly dexterous, slipping deep inside and curling so perfectly that Jimmy’s legs were already shaking.
Humming contently, patient as always, Cold lavished Jimmy’s hole with long, flat licks and scorching kisses before his fingers smoothly slipped inside him. Jimmy slouched down, trembling as Cold’s fingers tore out the most beautiful sounds from him. He was soon flat on his back, digging his heels in to bring Cold closer.
Cold shifted forward to better allow his tongue to tease around where his fingers pressed, the piano keys protesting as he got more passionate, pulling away for breath before diving in again. His fingers curled just so, making Jimmy moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the empty club.
Jimmy was perspiring, his back arching off the piano as Cold made him see stars, panting and crying out, “God... Cold,” he warned breathlessly, “I’m close.”
Cold moved his fingers and got his tongue back to work, his hand fumbling for something on top of the piano. Jimmy was trying to thrust his hips down against Cold’s face, wanting his tongue deeper, harder, anything to carry him over the edge. Then there was a sudden splash of cold liquid pouring over his stomach, and he jerked up onto his elbows with a startled whine. He stared down at Cold in a mix of horror and betrayal since the shock of the cool temperature had nearly killed his erection.
Cold was busy pouring the rest of the champagne down Jimmy’s body, chuckling happily as he sucked at his thighs and balls, lapping it up greedily. Jimmy shivered. His nipples were hard, and the chill was making his body more sensitive. He shuddered again at how voracious Cold was, dunking the last few drops over Jimmy’s cock and licking a hungry path up his shaft with his tongue to chase them down.
It wasn’t long before Jimmy was hard again, relaxing against the piano as Cold got him right back to where he was before. Jimmy’s hands struggled to find something to hold onto, dragging his fingertips through his hair as Cold buried his face between his legs. It was hard to believe he had Boss Cold down between his thighs. He was the king of Strassen Springs, a monster and a fiend, and he was eating Jimmy’s ass like he was starved for it.
“Close, please,” Jimmy pleaded, smug that at least Cold didn’t have any more champagne to dump on him. He started pushing his hips down to gain more friction, his body tensing up in anticipation of what was sure to be a spectacular orgasm. “Please, let me come, sir.”
“No,” Cold purred shortly, roughly gripping the base of Jimmy’s cock and squeezing tight.
The wind was knocked right out of Jimmy’s lungs, all his pleasurable feelings crashing into a brick wall. His cock was throbbing from being denied, he was right there! His balls were absolutely aching for release. Jimmy banged his head against the piano, mewling in frustration.
“Not yet,” Cold said sternly, pulling his hand away when he was sure Jimmy wasn’t going to come.
“But... sir?” Jimmy tried, his voice broken with need. “Please?”
“This is a punishment, remember?” Cold reminded him smugly. “To remind you who you belong to.”
Jimmy moaned at that, scrubbing his hands over his face. It was too hot in here, and his desperation to orgasm was overwhelming. “I’m yours,” he promised. “Please, I’m all yours.”
“Prove it,” Cold commanded. “Don’t come until I tell you that you can... no matter what. You only listen tome. Not to Rowena, not to anyone else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy gurgled, trying not to sob. He wanted to be good for Cold, but he wanted to come so badly. The desire to relieve the pressure between his legs was maddening, and he took a few quick breaths to calm down.
Cold’s fingers were circling his hole again, not yet intruding, simply teasing and petting. He slid them up to touch the top of Jimmy’s cock, dabbing the droplets of pre-cum that had started collecting. “There,” he praised, sensing that Jimmy was relaxing. “Good boy.”
Jimmy smiled at the compliment, his chest swelling with pride. He was doing better, he could make Cold happy. He could do this. He let Cold touch and pet him however he pleased, moaning gratefully when his fingers plunged back inside of him. Jimmy was writhing once more in moments, the piano keys singing out as Cold changed angles, shifting closer.
He gasped as Cold suddenly stood up, Jimmy’s legs still up on his shoulders, driving his fingers even deeper. Jimmy’s head fell back against the piano, wishing he could reach out and grab Cold’s vest, his shirt. He wanted more contact, something else to bridge them together other than his magical fingers that were currently reducing his senses to oatmeal.
He could feel his orgasm building again and grit his teeth as he tried to fend it off. Hearing Cold growl contently, he glanced up to see a flash of teeth as Cold leered down at him. Cold pulled his beautiful fingers free to slide on a condom judging by the telltale crinkle sounds.
Jimmy didn’t know where the lube came from, but Cold’s cock was slick and hot, nudging against his hole.
“Grab your legs, hold them up for me.”
