“We have a freakin’ safe word,” Jimmy laughed with a little smile. “What we have isn’t exactly normal.”
“Which part? The part where we’re both men? The part where I’m so much older than you?” Cold asked coyly, seemingly amused by the conversation. “Or is it the part where I tell you what to do and you ‘really like’ doing it?”
“That part.”
“You desire purpose,” Cold said with a shrug. “You always have. I could see that in you from the very moment we met. You want someone to take control.”
“And you?”
“I am the one to take that control. I leave nothing in my life to chance. When I am intimate with someone, I only allow it because I’m the one in charge. Nothing happens without my explicit permission.”
“Permission,” Jimmy repeated, as if there was a secret within that word he could somehow unlock.
“Yes,” Cold affirmed.
“Are you sure I’m not your slave?”
“The permission works both ways,” Cold replied. “You give me the control freely. You want to give it to me. And you can always refuse me if you so choose. So, no, you’re not my slave.”
“But you do tell me what to wear,” Jimmy pointed out.
“No, I purchase nice clothing for you so you don’t look like a transient,” Cold scoffed. “You could wear your own rags if you prefer.”
“You tell me what to eat.”
“I prevent you from eating fried garbage that’s loaded with high fructose corn syrup. It’s for the sake of your health. Again, you could always tell me no.”
Wagging his brows, Jimmy coyly said, “You tell me when I can come...”
A wave of lust rippled over Cold’s face, smirking darkly as he agreed. “Yes... because you do need my permission for that.”
“And you tell me what to do with my body,” Jimmy went on. “What to do with your body... sort of sounds like a slave to me.”
“If you are, it’s only because you want to be,” Cold said, his fingers tightening in Jimmy’s hair, “but I don’t want a slave. What I desire is a partner who wants me to rule over them... willingly.”
“I do want you to,” Jimmy said eagerly. “You have my permission to always rule over me. I want you to teach me everything.”
“And so I shall,” Cold said quietly, affectionately nudging Jimmy’s chin.
“So,” Jimmy wondered out loud, “does this mean we’re more of a submissive and dominant kind of couple?”
Cold snorted, sliding his hand down Jimmy’s stomach as he mused, “So eager for labels, are we?”
“Maybe,” Jimmy said, his breath hitching as Cold’s fingers moved over his crotch.
“All you need to know is that you’re mine,” Cold said softly. “For as long as you want to be. I will have no one else as I have you; you’re the only one who will share my bed, my home.”
“And your heart?” Jimmy asked breathily, his eyes hot and stinging as he gazed over Cold’s beautiful face. He remembered when Cold had offered it to him, and asked again, “Your heart is still mine?”
“Yes,” Cold replied, the ends of his mouth curling up in a tender smile.
Jimmy was getting hard and rolled his hips up into Cold’s hand.
“No one else in this whole wretched world can lay claim to any part of me except you, Jimmy Poe.”
“I’ll fucking take it,” Jimmy said passionately, pushing himself up into Cold’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. He moaned when Cold kissed him hard, growling against his lips, their teeth clicking.
“Take off your clothes for me,” Cold drawled seductively as he brought the kiss to an abrupt stop, smugly adding, “Mr. Poe.”
