Chapter Twelve
Jimmy didn’t thinktwice about his discarded clothes when Cold carried him upstairs to their bedroom. He didn’t even spare a single thought over anyone who might have seen them together outside or who might have been listening. Instead, he was completely relaxed in Cold’s strong embrace as he laid him in their bed.
When he was under Cold’s magical spell, the rest of the world completely vanished. It left only the two of them, and he didn’t have anything else to worry about except being good. All he had to do was listen and obey, and he could make Cold so very happy.
Jimmy turned onto his back, expecting Cold to take him this way to finish. He stretched out his legs, savoring the burn of his sore bottom against the smooth covers. He watched Cold light a few candles and draw the curtains to shield the room from the setting sun.
“Roll over, Mr. Poe,” Cold instructed firmly.
Pouting, Jimmy did as he was commanded, lying flat on his stomach and hugging one of their pillows close. He could hear Cold behind him and the familiar sounds of preparing himself with lubricant before he got into bed.
Jimmy’s breath hitched when Cold slowly pressed his hard cock inside of him, grateful for the slick slide of lube, but mourning the sensation of bare flesh.
Cold was still fully clothed.
Knowing that actually made Jimmy smile as Cold pushed in deeper, instantly bringing back memories of when they’d first met. Jimmy could still remember when he hadn’t been allowed to touch or even kiss Cold, much less see his naked body.
They’d come so far and despite the bumps along the way, there was still nowhere else Jimmy would rather be. By giving his body over to Cold’s every command, he’d never been happier. He felt totally and absolutely complete when they were together.
He was safe here, and untouchable.
When Cold was fully seated, he curled his hand around the back of Jimmy’s neck to hold him down.
“I am going to fuck you right down into this mattress,” Cold promised huskily, “and I’m not going to stop until I’m done. Whatever you do, Mr. Poe, you’d better not come before me.”
“I’ll be so good, sir,” Jimmy swore, groaning as Cold’s grip tightened.
“You’d better be,” Cold warned, his hips snapping back and slamming forward with brute force.
Jimmy instinctively jerked up from the bed with a loud cry, but he couldn’t get his shoulders off the bed. His hips helplessly arched back, and he moaned as Cold thrust again, just as hard and even more cruelly.
Cold was using him, fucking him without any thought or care as he drove himself as deeply as possible every time.
The angle was putting pressure on Jimmy’s prostate, and he was trying not to scream. His ass cheeks were still so raw from being spanked, suffering further chafing from Cold’s clothes. He lost himself to the savage rhythm, panting and struggling to make sense of all the intense stimulations.
Cold was squeezing his neck and had now pressed his other hand into the small of Jimmy’s back. Cold was so strong and powerful, and his firm hold was grounding. Jimmy’s ass cheeks were burning, and he was certain he could make out distinct handprints pulsing all over the tender flesh.
Cold’s cock demanded the most attention, mercilessly fucking Jimmy’s tight hole and grazing his prostate every time. There was nothing Jimmy could do except lie there and take it, unable to hold back a scream as Cold managed to fuck him impossibly harder.
All of his weight was behind his brutal slams, and Jimmy was left positively aching. He started to sob hysterically into his pillow, gritting his teeth as Cold pounded into him. This felt like a punishment, and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight.
Jimmy’s cock was hard and his balls were tense, the pressure inside twisting up so tight that he was ready to start begging for release. He bit the pillow instead, screaming into it in frustration and pleasure, determined to be a good boy.
All he had to do was not come and he was good.
Though it wasn’t easy, the gratification of pleasing Cold would be worth it. It always was.
Jimmy twitched and squirmed, drowning in sensation, but he fought off the waves of ecstasy, trying to dull his thoughts. Almost there, almost there, just a little longer and he would be such a good boy.
Cold’s incredible rhythm never faltered until the very end. He grunted and panted in a sweet symphony that told Jimmy he was coming. Jimmy was so relieved, crying brokenly when Cold’s hips finally stuttered with his release.
Two more deep slams followed, Cold growling softly as he held himself balls deep inside of Jimmy. “There’s my good boy. Take it all, Mr. Poe. Every... last... drop.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whimpered, his body falling limp against the sheets. He sighed softly when Cold’s hand at his neck slid up to pet his hair, and he tilted back into his palm like a cat. “I was good, sir. I didn’t come.”
“You were more than good, Mr. Poe,” Cold praised, a bit breathless, bowing his head down to press a quick kiss to Jimmy’s shoulder. “You were perfect.”
