Jimmy closed his eyes, moaning quietly with each stroke, his thoughts blurry with pleasure. He could feel how wet Cold’s thigh was, certainly soaked with water and from his own leaking cock. He could feel himself tipping toward the edge, and he tried to stop his hips from grinding back on Cold’s hand.
“Come on,” Cold suddenly said, freezing in place. “Keep going.”
Instantly, Jimmy let himself go and started fucking himself back on Cold’s hand. He lifted his chest off the settee to power the motions of his lean body, his head dropping back as a slight twist of Cold’s wrist ensured an orgasmic angle. “Oh, f-fuck!”
“Don’t stop, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded, spitting between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare stop now!”
Jimmy moaned urgently, pushing himself up onto his hands as he slammed himself back. He choked when Cold’s hand wrapped around his throat, his firm grip holding him there as he struggled to thrust against those probing fingers.
“You’re mine,” Cold hissed softly. There was a wounded quality in his voice, rare and sad, and when he spoke again it almost sounded like a question. “Always.”
“Always, sir,” Jimmy croaked weakly in reply, desperate to reassure him. “Forever.”
Cold released Jimmy’s neck to pop his ass with a low growl. “Come for me,” he commanded, mercilessly pounding into Jimmy’s prostate and smacking his ass. “Come for me right now, Mr. Poe.”
Driving himself to his sweet ending, Jimmy rammed his ass back as hard as he could. Cold kept spanking him and his fingers never seemed to lose their target, pushing Jimmy closer and closer into madness. He couldn’t stop, his body finally slipping into a deep orgasm that made him shake all over.
Every muscle was snapping off and leaving him thrumming in total bliss, and Jimmy was left mindlessly grinding his oozing cock against Cold’s thigh. His face was numb from crying so hard and his toes were tingling from the thrill of release.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” Jimmy whimpered, going limp in Cold’s lap as every bit of strength he had melted away like all of those ice cubes.
“Good boy,” Cold said proudly. He rubbed Jimmy’s abused ass as his fingers slowly pulled out. “Mmm, yes, that’s my good boy.”
Jimmy’s face was hot and all of his limbs felt too heavy, and he struggled to even move his hand to reach up and remove the belt. The edges of his mouth were raw, and he wanted relief. He groaned when Cold grabbed his wrist to stop him, mumbling in protest, “Rod...”
“I am going to talk and you are going to listen, Jimmy,” Cold said urgently. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. When I thought you actually wanted to leave me, it felt like dying. I meant it when I told you that you were the love of my life. You are the most valuable thing in the world to me.”
Jimmy made a soft sound, and his heart skipped a few beats. Cold never talked like this, not ever, and he wouldn’t dare interrupt. He tried to wake himself up out of his fuzzy head space, eager to hear more.
“You need to understand that I will never be the kind of man that deserves you,” Cold continued quickly. “I hurt people, I kill them, and yes, I lie. Anything more than that I will never tell you because if I did, I know with absolute certainty that you would leave me and never look back.
“But these things I do serve a purpose. They ensure my power and my authority, both of which are necessary so that I can take care of you. As long as you are mine, I will do anything to keep you safe. There are times that will include not being entirely honest with you.”
Jimmy murmured quietly, grateful when Cold finally pulled the belt from his mouth. He said nothing and licked his lips, waiting for Cold to go on. He didn’t realize it then, but he was holding his breath.
“Though I do not regret the action itself, I’m sorry that it hurts you,” Cold said, passing his hands over Jimmy’s face and rubbing his thumb over the pressure marks the belt had left behind. “Causing you pain in that way is becoming a habit I’m not very fond of, and I want it to stop. In the spirit of compromise and accepting that you are the most stubborn creature I’ve ever met in my entire life, I’m willing to be more open about my plans... if you promise to stop meddling in them. Now. Do you understand, Mr. Poe?”
Jimmy closed his eyes and breathed. “Yes, sir.”
