Cold was sliding his cock between his cheeks, playing in the mess as he said, “You look stunning like this, Mr. Poe.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy replied with a big smile. “Thank you so much.”
“I suppose you want to come now, don’t you? Pull your pants up,” Cold ordered. “Come join me on the couch.”
Confused but obedient, Jimmy yanked his underwear up over his sticky bottom and his pants right after. He waddled over to sit next to Cold, frowning when Cold handed him the new planner.
“Here,” Cold said, now offering him a pen.
“What, what am I doing?” Jimmy stammered, staring at the pen.
“Find today’s date,” Cold instructed. “Mark yourself for an orgasm tonight at, hmm, let’s say nine o’clock.”
“What?” Jimmy gasped.
“I truly want you to really appreciate all of your gifts,” Cold said with a happy smile.
“You are a very wicked man,” Jimmy groaned, his fingers shaking as he wrote in the new event for himself.
“Oh, just the worst,” Cold agreed as he leaned over to peck Jimmy’s cheek. He playfully swatted the crop over his knees. “Now, since you don’t have anything else planned for today, how about we watch some television before dinner?”
“Mmm, and what are the chances of moving up my planned orgasm?” Jimmy asked hopefully.
“Slim.”
“Well, shit.”
“As long as you’re working on learning some gratitude,” Cold taunted, “I think a bit of patience would be helpful as well. Don’t you think so, Mr. Poe?”
“Ugh.” Jimmy yelped when he got another crack of the riding crop across his legs, laughing, “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Much better.”
Chapter Seven
“Can you take it all, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s impossibly smooth voice drawled, his fingers like brands against Jimmy’s skin as he squeezed his hips. It was a challenge, and he asked again, “Can you?”
