“Focus, Mr. Poe.”
Panting hard, Jimmy tried to get his thoughts in order. He had to keep fucking himself, ignoring the sting from where Cold had spanked him, as he got to work on the second shoe.
It was easier this time, and Jimmy got the laces undone much quicker than before. He was drooling in his haste when he tugged at the toe, pulling off the shoe and flinging it to the floor. He yanked the sock off with a jerk of his head, grinning triumphantly up at Cold.
“Good boy,” Cold said, wiping some of the spit from Jimmy’s chin.
“Your cock,” Jimmy pleaded. “Can I please have your cock now?”
“No,” was Cold’s flat reply. “Lie back on the bed. You can have my cock when I say so. We’re still not done with your punishment, Mr. Poe.”
Whining quietly, Jimmy flopped over onto his back. He spread his thighs, awkwardly twisting his hand to keep pushing the toy inside of himself.
“You may stop now,” Cold said, reaching down to claim the dildo and put it aside.
Jimmy was relieved, stretching out his legs while he watched Cold rummage around in their bedside table. He was still gaping and wet, his cock twitching with residual interest as he waited for Cold to make his next move.
“Because you’ve been so bad,” Cold began, “I’m going to tie your hands to the bed.” He pulled out a section of silken rope and began to wind it around Jimmy’s wrists.
“I wanna be good, sir,” Jimmy whispered, letting his arms go limp as Cold fastened them to the headboard. “All I want is to be good for you.”
“And you will be,” Cold assured him, lightly trailing a hand down Jimmy’s wrist to his shoulder. He paused to trace the line of his collarbone, praising, “You always look especially beautiful like this.”
Panting softly, Jimmy tried to arch up into Cold’s touch. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he could feel his pulse down between his legs from where he’d fucked himself so hard. He whimpered quietly when Cold refused to give him anything else except the softest whisper of a caress, his cock twitching from the delicious torture.
Cold circled the tips of his fingers around Jimmy’s nipple, tracing it slowly until it became hard and tingling. “Already so very sensitive, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy gasped, moaning as Cold pinched him. The quick flash of pain made the rest of his body ache, and there wasn’t anything he could do to urge Cold along.
Cold continued to play with one nipple, neglecting the other entirely. He bowed his head to run his warm tongue over the sensitive nub of flesh, sucking it until Jimmy was absolutely squirming.
It made Jimmy want the same for the other side, but Cold was already moving on. His long fingers lightly trailed down his ribs and his hip, reaching firmly between his legs to fondle his balls. When he only massaged one, Jimmy finally caught on to what Cold was doing.
“I’m sorry,” Jimmy whimpered. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“Mm?” Cold petted Jimmy’s groin, working his thumb down against his taint. “Sorry for what, Mr. Poe?”
“For making fun of you, sir,” Jimmy replied breathlessly. “That’s what this is about. Because of your ankle monitor.”
“Perhaps,” Cold said with a hint of a smirk, his thumb playing in some residual lube and stroking around Jimmy’s hole. Only one side of the tender muscle got his attention, and he refused to actually move even the tip of a finger inside of him.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, sir,” Jimmy pleaded. “I understand now, I do!”
“Oh, do you, Mr. Poe?” Cold tilted his head curiously.
“It was uneven.” Jimmy took a deep breath, trying to focus his thoughts as Cold’s teasing fingers continued to torment him. “Balance and order are very important to you, and you couldn’t have it. You couldn’t control your socks!”
“My socks?”
“Yes! Your socks, sir! They’re part of you, part of your armor, and it, it upset you. It upset you because you couldn’t change it, and I shouldn’t have teased you about it... I was rude, so rude, sir.”
“Good boy,” Cold praised, pushing a finger into Jimmy’s hole at last and making his hips jerk. He smiled sweetly as he said, “How very perceptive of you. You were rude, Mr. Poe. I dare say almost unforgivably so.”
“I’m sorry!” Jimmy whimpered, savoring the pressure of Cold’s fingertip grazing his prostate. “Oh, God. I’m so very sorry, sir!”
“Soon.” Cold clicked his tongue and took his hand away.
Huffing in frustration, Jimmy turned his head to wipe his sweaty brow on his bicep. He watched Cold move to their bedside table, his icy gaze thoughtful as he looked over the various toys.
