He was struck with an immediate surge of guilt, his instincts drawing him down to pick up the suit.
No, he told himself firmly. It was too late to back out now. He could do this.
One by one, each suit crumpled to the floor. Jimmy even knocked down the shoes and tipped all the ties along with them. He left every shelf and rack completely bare, gleefully shutting the door and hopping into bed.
He shuffled out of his clothing, knowing that Cold would be home soon from a meeting with his Gentlemen. He grabbed the lube from their bedside table, eagerly wetting his fingers and plunging them inside of himself.
He wanted to be ready, and he was certain this would be enough to finally stir up Cold’s wrath.
Jimmy was getting so carried away he almost didn’t hear the bedroom doors open. He quickly threw the lube back in the drawer, pulling the blankets over himself and smiling innocently at Cold as he strolled inside.
Cold immediately froze, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. He frowned at Jimmy, asking slowly, “What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Jimmy replied, grinning slyly.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Cold drawled, glancing around carefully trying to figure out what was out of place. Finding nothing amiss, he walked toward the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. He looked back at Jimmy and accused, “You’re up to something.”
“Maaaybe,” Jimmy teased, squirming beneath the blankets.
Cold rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink and asking dryly, “Let me guess. This is another attempt to make me angry so you can have your ‘hate sex’?”
“Yup.” Jimmy beamed. “And I think I’ve finally done it.”
“Doubtful.” Cold hummed thoughtfully, poking around his dresser and peeking into the bathroom. He looked around the bedroom again, and his gaze fell to the closet.
Jimmy smiled and batted his eyes sweetly.
Cold scowled, gulping back his drink and slamming it down with a bang on top of his dresser. He stalked toward the closet, whipping open the door and stepping inside.
Jimmy listened intently, catching a soft growl and a very exasperated sigh. Then nothing.
He frowned, sitting up as several more seconds of silence ticked by. He was worried for a moment that his plan hadn’t worked. Maybe it really was impossible to tick off Boss Cold.
Cold stepped out of the closet, carefully removing his jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
Jimmy gulped, his cock twitching at his thigh. Well, that was something. Cold was never so careless with his clothing.
Cold tilted his head, grunting as he popped his neck, and his eyes slowly closed. He appeared calm, but Jimmy could see how tense his shoulders were, and when their eyes met, he knew he had succeeded.
Cold was absolutely enraged.
Jimmy’s pulse quickened. “Something wrong?”
Cold was on him with a fury Jimmy had never seen before, his pants ripping at the seam as he forced the zipper down. He pushed Jimmy onto his back, forcing his legs apart as he hissed, “You little fucking brat!”
Jimmy couldn’t help but groan, gasping as Cold’s hand curled around his throat. It wasn’t enough pressure to take away his breath, only what was necessary to keep him pinned to the bed.
Cold roughly stuck two fingers in Jimmy’s hole, a few quick thrusts to find he was already wet and open. He growled loudly, and Jimmy couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or the anger at knowing that Jimmy had been expecting this.
He shoved his cock in with one quick thrust, and he was already balls deep. Jimmy cried out, the sting unforgiving in spite of the prep, and his hands floundered to grab onto Cold’s shoulders.
Cold smacked his hands away, growling, “Do not touch me. You’ve lost that privilege, Mr. Poe. You’re going to stay very still, keep your hands by your sides, and be my very own personal fuck toy.”
Jimmy was barely able to nod before Cold started slamming into him. There was nothing kind about the brutal pace, and Cold kept Jimmy held down tight as he fucked him savagely.
The burn faded and left Jimmy moaning and sobbing in moments. His fingers dug into the sheets, and he had tears in his eyes as Cold pounded his ass without mercy. His head was absolutely swimming, and his cock was leaking and bouncing against his stomach from every rough thrust.
Cold released his throat to slap both hands against Jimmy’s thighs, spreading his legs wide. “You’re not even fit to take my cum,” he raged. “I’m going to bust all over your fucking face like the little brat you are.”
