“Yes,” Cold replied, “and I wouldn’t ask Tamerlane about it. Seeing as how he killed him, it’s a bit of a sensitive subject.”
“He killed his own boyfriend?” Jimmy was instantly aghast.
“No, he killed his partner. To save me,” Cold explained with a fond smile. “Ah, but that’s a story for another time. We have to focus on the tale that we’re going to spin today for the judge.”
“What judge?” Jimmy huffed. “I thought this was just a deposition.”
“Change of plans. Christine filed a motion to exclude Thirdsies’ testimony, and now we’re going to court.”
“And why didn’t you tell me?”
“I only just found out myself when Christine called me this morning,” Cold said patiently. “We’ll play the tape for the judge, show that Thirdsies was clearly manipulated into saying that he saw me and Rufus leaving with Marco that night.”
“Except that he really did see you,” Jimmy pointed out.
“You’re not very good at this,” Cold snorted, pausing to scan over Jimmy’s suited frame. “I wonder if you need some additional motivation...”
Jimmy’s face immediately began to heat up, and he asked hesitantly, “Uh, what kind of motivation are you thinking exactly?”
There was a flash of mischief in Cold’s eyes as he ordered firmly, “Drop your pants and bend over the bed, Mr. Poe.”
“Right now?” Jimmy gasped in protest even as he was starting to unbuckle his belt.
“Right now, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy’s neck was getting hot as he pulled his pants down and stretched over the bed. He was expecting a spanking, maybe Cold’s belt, squeaking in surprise when he felt Cold’s fingers at his hole instead.
“This is very small,” Cold was saying, his touch wet from lubricant and pressing something firm into Jimmy’s ass. “It shouldn’t be too uncomfortable.”
“What, what is that?” Jimmy demanded, groaning as he realized that he recognized the feeling. It was one of their toys, a sleek remote-controlled plug. “Oh, fuck.”
“Fuck, indeed,” Cold chuckled wickedly.
“Wait, you want me to go to court with this in?” Jimmy stood up with a moan, hating how good it felt when the plug shifted inside of him.
“Yes,” was Cold’s simple reply, slipping a hand into his pocket. No doubt tucking the remote away, the smug bastard.
“What happened to being so concerned about your case and making sure everything goes perfectly?” Jimmy snapped, grumpily pulling up his boxers to hide how hard he was starting to get.
“I suppose that just means you’re going to have to make sure you behave yourself and keep very quiet during court,” Cold said sweetly.
“And if I don’t?” Jimmy asked, unable to resist a challenge.
Cold’s response was to turn on the vibrations for the plug.
Jimmy groaned and nearly fell back on the bed. He glared defiantly at Cold, saying, “I’ll be sure to be very, very good then.”
“You’d best.”
Walking down the stairs with the plug was awkward and equally riveting. Every step made it shift a little inside of Jimmy, and he could tell that he was very flushed. His face felt like it was on fire, and he had the ridiculous fear that everyone who looked at him would know exactly what was happening to him.
Cold didn’t turn on the vibrations again, even as they got into the back of the limo to head downtown. He took Jimmy’s hand, calm as ever, petting the ring on his finger.
“Mmm, like looking at that, do you?” Jimmy asked, hoping he didn’t sound as breathless as he felt.
“I do,” Cold said proudly. “Shows everyone that you’re mine.” He leaned in close, whispering seductively in Jimmy’s ear, “Much like the plug inside you... but I can’t show everyone that, now can I?”
Lust lit up Jimmy’s loins, and he bit his lower lip hard enough to break skin as all sorts of lewd ideas cycled through his mind. “No, sir. No... that’s, that’s just for you.”
