“I trust that you trust yourself,” Jimmy replied urgently. “I trust that you really believe you’re going to get out of this, but—”
“Then that’s all you need,” Cold insisted. He leaned close, pressing their hips back together with a smirk. “You still have so many doubts... is that why you touched yourself? You didn’t think I was actually coming home?”
Jimmy squeaked, his cheeks immediately flushing. He gazed up at Cold in shock. “How did you know? That’s, that’s not freakin’ possible!”
“Your beautiful face told me,” Cold chuckled, nudging Jimmy’s chin.
“It just sort of happened,” Jimmy said quickly. “I took a shower and I was really upset and I wasn’t even thinking about the punishment—”
“Mr. Poe,” Cold said softly, his voice dropping down to a throaty purr. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“I was bad, sir,” Jimmy replied quietly as heat pooled between his legs.
“That’s right,” Cold said, his thumb tracing Jimmy’s lower lip, “and now you’ll need to be dealt with. Upstairs. Strip. Now.”
Jimmy was half-hard as he hurried up to their room, noticing that Cold had done his own cleaning up here. Everything had been put exactly back into place as before, and he couldn’t even tell that anyone had ever disturbed this sanctuary.
As he took off his clothes, he also noted there were all new linens on the bed. He wanted to check the status of the bedside table drawer, but he had a feeling he already knew what he would find.
Nude, Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Cold strolled in at a leisurely pace, asking, “Safe word, Mr. Poe?”
“Ice.”
Cold smiled, ordering firmly, “Lie on the bed, face down, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy obeyed, and his cock was at full attention now. He tried to remain as still as possible, groaning when he felt Cold’s hands sliding over his bare ass. “I’m sorry, sir. I know I was bad.”
“It’s all right, Mr. Poe,” Cold said. “I’m going to help you learn.”
Jimmy heard the click of a lubricant bottle.
“New bottle,” Cold said quietly. “New everything, just for you... and a few new surprises.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy sighed gratefully, mewling when Cold’s fingers began to probe between his cheeks. He resisted the urge to rock back and let Cold tease him without protest.
“I saw you had disposed of our toys, and I understand completely.” Cold was quick but careful, stretching Jimmy open with skilled thrusts. “I wouldn’t want to use anything on you that’s been tainted.”
Jimmy panted into the sheets, and he groaned when Cold added a third finger inside of him. He didn’t know what Cold was opening him up for, but it was big. His mental query was answered when he felt the sensation of cool silicone replacing Cold’s dexterous hand. “That, what is that, sir?”
“A new plug,” Cold replied, pushing it gently inside Jimmy’s wet hole.
Jimmy shifted his hips, finding the shape alien and almost too much. He realized that it was very thick and curved, stretching him out and pressing against his prostate.
“How does it feel, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked smugly.
“Good, sir. Weird, but good.” There was a soft click, a new sound, and Jimmy gasped when the toy began to vibrate inside of him. It was a low hum at first, tolerable and pleasant, and Jimmy smiled wide. “Mmm... very good, sir.”
Cold stroked his ass, squeezing his cheek roughly. “I’m going to keep this toy in you until I think you deserve to come.” He must have set the controller to the toy down because now both of his hands were free and grabbing Jimmy’s wrists. “And since I can no longer trust you not to touch yourself...”
Jimmy groaned eagerly when he felt silken rope winding around his arms.
“I have to make sure you’ll behave.” Cold wove the rope around Jimmy’s forearms and between his wrists, tying them tightly together. “There... beautiful.”
Jimmy tested the bindings, finding them snug but not uncomfortable. The vibrations inside him were constant, but nowhere nearly enough to bring him any satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.”
Cold sat against the headboard, beckoning Jimmy over with a crook of his finger. “Come here, Mr. Poe. In my lap.”
