Jimmy’s pulse was thumping in his ears, and he swore he could feel it behind his eyes. He sometimes forgot how strong Cold was, well aware of that now when he tried to break loose. Feeling so weak had no right to be this hot, and he groaned desperately as Cold pulled him in closer. “Mm... Rod... oh, fuck!”
Cold seemed to have himself back in control now and his grip relaxed, though he still sounded breathless as he commanded, “I’m going to let go of you, Mr. Poe. When I do, you have a choice to make.”
“A choice?” Jimmy gazed helplessly up at Cold. “What fuckin’ choice?”
“If you truly want to leave, I will not stop you,” Cold replied firmly. “I will have Jerry take you anywhere in the city you want to go, and I will ensure that your education is taken care of—”
“What?” Alarms went off in Jimmy’s head, wiggling against Cold’s strong hold as he argued, “No! I was mad at you! Fuck, I’m still mad at you! But I love you, you big idiot! I don’t want to leave you!”
“Then stay,” Cold said, exhaling fully as if he’d been holding his breath. “Take off your clothes, and get on your knees.”
“Wait! Right here?” Jimmy asked, lust rippling down his spine and between his legs at the very suggestion. There were always guards patrolling the grounds, anyone could be watching them.
“Yes, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled. “Right here, right now.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied. He was totally helpless to resist the fierce command. When Cold released his arms, he quickly began to strip. He watched Cold unbuckling his belt, and he automatically began to salivate. On his knees, he opened his mouth expectantly.
But instead of a thick cock, he got Cold’s belt.
“Bite down,” Cold ordered.
Jimmy did so, looking up at Cold with a low whine.
“Much better,” Cold sighed, softly petting Jimmy’s hair. He adjusted his suit and took a seat in the middle of the patio settee adjacent to the table. He sat with his legs spread wide and beckoned Jimmy over. “Come here. On your hands and knees.”
Jimmy crawled over, the buckle of the belt rattling as he moved. He gasped as Cold grabbed his hair and turned his head this way and that, Cold inspecting him like an animal at auction.
“Look at you.” Cold’s eyes scanned over his naked body hungrily. “My beautiful little brat. You’re just as lovely as the first time I had you in that hotel room. Hmph. Can’t leave anything well enough alone, can you?”
“N-no, sir,” Jimmy whispered over the leather between his teeth. “I’m... I’m trying to help...”
“I don’t need you to help, Mr. Poe. I need you to obey.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, closing his eyes and wincing when Cold tugged at his hair again.
“Get in my lap,” Cold said sternly. “You’re going to learn, Mr. Poe. Until my hand goes numb or you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first.”
Jimmy shivered as he followed Cold’s guiding hands, crawling up and stretching out over his thighs. He laid his head down on the plush cushions and stretched out his long legs until his feet were hanging off the end of the settee.
Normally he was suspended awkwardly over Cold’s knees for this sort of punishment, but he didn’t have long to appreciate the settee’s comfort.
The first crack of Cold’s hand across his ass made him cry out, his head jerking up as his body fought to get away from the pain. Cold wasn’t giving him any time to adjust, and Jimmy yelped as a second stroke immediately followed the first.
“I spent all day planning this ridiculous setup. All of this was for you! You ungrateful and arrogant little boy! You’re such a spoiled brat! You ruined everything I had planned for you!” Cold hissed angrily as his hand kept slapping Jimmy’s ass, punctuating every sentence with a mean smack.
Every brutal slap made Jimmy ache and whimper, and tears streamed down his face as he openly sobbed. The pain shot flashes of white before his eyes, and his cock was uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and Cold’s thigh.
Cold gave him a brief reprieve, rubbing his palm across the scalded flesh of his abused cheek.
The gentle touch burned like hell, and Jimmy grinded his teeth on the leather with a choked cry. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, sir...”
“I’ve been far too easy on you,” Cold sneered, reaching back to spank Jimmy’s other cheek. “You’ve forgotten your place!”
“Fuck!” Jimmy cringed as Cold began his assault again, crying with every fierce slap. It sounded like firecrackers going off, and he could feel himself getting close to climax. His thoughts were soft and hazy from the lovely pain, and he moaned brokenly, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll be good!”
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Cold snorted, giving Jimmy’s ass another mean smack.
The force made Jimmy’s back curl up, and he sobbed loudly as drool began to run out from his lips. His skin was absolutely on fire, and he was certain he would be able to feel Cold’s hands on him for days after this. “I want... I want to be good for you... that’s why...”
