“Why what, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s hand paused and reached for the belt.
“That’s why I keep trying to help,” Jimmy panted, licking his lips anxiously as all of his words ran together. “Because I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how much trouble you’re really in. And I love you, I love you so much... I would do anything for you, but I can’t donothing.”
“Allow me then to give you a purpose, Mr. Poe,” Cold said firmly, the tips of his fingers running over the stinging flesh of Jimmy’s ass and drawing mindless little patterns.
“Please, sir,” Jimmy groaned, arching into every touch.
“Be my husband, my lover, my partner,” Cold purred seductively. “Obey me, worship me, and I will be yours forever.”
Jimmy uttered a quiet sound, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. He could feel Cold’s fingers, wet with spit, sliding between his cheeks and prodding at his hole. Cold pinched his taint and made him moan, “Y-yes, sir!”
“There’s my good boy,” Cold sighed affectionately, returning the belt to Jimmy’s mouth and calmly reaching over to pour himself another glass of champagne from the table.
Jimmy relaxed, wiping away his tears and enjoying the light thrum of energy still humming all throughout his body. The belt was wet with his spit, and he held it loosely with his lips as he tried to catch his breath.
Cold sipped at his champagne as he slowly stroked Jimmy’s stinging ass, calm and reverent as if admiring his handiwork. “If we are to continue, Mr. Poe, you need to choose a new safe word.”
“Mmm?”
“Your safe word.”
“Is ice,” Jimmy dutifully recited.
“Now, I’m asking you, pick a new one if you want to continue.”
Jimmy was confused. He didn’t know if Cold was talking about this evening, their relationship, or what. It was hard to think right now. He knew that he definitely didn’t want to stop any of it, numbly replying, “Ramen. My safe word is ramen.”
“Very good, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, setting his glass back down. “Ramen it is.”
Jimmy lifted his head and watched Cold dig around in the champagne bucket. It only took a few more moments to realize why Cold asked for the specific change in safe word, and he gasped when he felt an ice cube sliding down his spine.
Cold dragged the cube down and over Jimmy’s tender cheeks, moving it in small circles until it melted away.
Shivering, Jimmy found that he actually liked the ice. It was soothing to his sore skin, and he could feel the melted water dripping down his thighs and hips. It was certainly soaking into Cold’s pants, but Cold didn’t seem to mind.
The pain began to ease with every passing cube of ice, and Jimmy shuddered when Cold placed one deliberately between his cheeks and began to rub against his hole. He jerked up when he realized Cold was trying to push the cube into him, and it had melted away to nothing before he could.
His ass felt so cold now that he couldn’t feel the next one until it popped inside of him. It was freezing and weird, and Jimmy cried softly at the new intrusion. It didn’t matter how he squirmed because he couldn’t escape the cold in such an intimate place.
The heat of his body was working against the ice, melting it quickly and leaving him tingling in its wake. He groaned when Cold insistently pushed in a second cube, and this one took longer to melt. The different sensations were near maddening, making him moan again when Cold pressed his fingers back inside of him.
“Mmm, look how hot your little hole is,” Cold said, a nasty smile in his voice. “Sucking up all that ice... does it feel good, Mr. Poe? Do you like this?”
“It’s numb and it burns and yes, yes, sir. I like it.” Jimmy felt his entire body shiver when a new piece of ice began to probe at his hole. At a superficial level, his skin was cool enough for it to stay solid longer. But inside, he was still so warm, and the ice was a shock to his system when it popped in. “Fuck! Yes!”
Cold kept his fingers in Jimmy’s hole even after he had pushed the cube in, hooking them down to push against Jimmy’s prostate. He pressed lightly, a steady rhythm of little pushes, ordering, “Tell me when the ice has melted... and I’ll give you another.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy said, focused on Cold’s precise fingering. He could feel his cock leaking, and the pressure within made him ache all over. He could come just from this, but he hadn’t been given permission yet. The ice made it easier to resist since his nerves were dampened, but it didn’t seem to matter to his cock.
He was so wet, and he could feel delightful pressure quickly building up all the way down in his toes. He grabbed the end of the settee cushion, clenching tightly to find some relief from Cold’s deep probing. He bit down on the belt to muffle his cries and whimpered, “Ice... ice, I need... need another... sir.”
“Good boy,” Cold praised, patting Jimmy’s thigh before reaching for another piece. “You’re being such a very, very good boy for me.”
Hearing that sweet sentiment, Jimmy relaxed again. He didn’t need to hold onto the settee or tense his muscles up. He was being good, he was making Cold happy, and that was still the most intense gratification he had ever known.
Jimmy lifted up his hips when he felt the next cube of ice slipping inside his hole. He was numb and hot at the same time, and the pressure of Cold’s returning fingers felt far away until they hit his prostate again.
“There, Mr. Poe,” Cold said softly, moving his fingers in lazy circles and smiling when he saw how pliant Jimmy was now. “Just like that... just open up for me and relax...”
