“Not yet,” Cold said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you,” Cold replied, suddenly grabbing Jimmy by his hips and heaving him up on the edge of the table. He licked his lips hungrily. “And I don’t plan to be for quite some time, Mr. Poe.”
Chapter Four
That name did somethingto Jimmy.
Mr. Poe.
In Cold’s velvety tones, it was a powerful switch that made him ache and sweat. It sent the most sensual sparks all throughout his brain, and his thoughts glazed over with lust. Every tense muscle in his body relaxed, and he had to use his hands to catch himself on the table.
Cold was out of his chair in a strong, fluid motion and pushed himself firmly between Jimmy’s thighs. His eyes were dark as he ordered, “Pull out your cock, Mr. Poe. Let me see it.”
Whimpering quietly, Jimmy scrambled to get his pants and underwear out of the way and present himself for Cold.
“Already so hard,” Cold chuckled, very pleased to see his swollen length.
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy flushed with shame as he glanced to the door. “We shouldn’t...”
“Shouldn’t what, Mr. Poe?”
“What if someone hears us?”
“Oh, they’ll definitely hear us,” Cold said, “and there is nothing they can do.”
“The g-guards?”
“They are probably all wishing they were me right now,” Cold said, tugging at Jimmy’s pants and dragging them down around his ankles with his underwear. “Mm. Wishing they could have you... but no one will. No one else.”
“No one,” Jimmy breathlessly agreed.
“And why is that, Mr. Poe?”
“Because I’m yours.”
