Chapter Twenty-Five
Cold had to leave townfor business and a magical first occurred. He asked Jimmy to accompany him. They stayed in a luxurious hotel, and Jimmy relaxed all day and enjoyed Cold’s intimate company when he returned to the room after work.
Cold said he had very special accommodations planned for their last evening out of town, promising Jimmy a final lesson in kink that he would never forget.
Jimmy was excited when the time to leave finally arrived, his pulse thrumming as Jerry drove them downtown. They were already packed and all their bags stowed away in the trunk except a small duffel that Cold had sitting beside him.
Jimmy hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the worn-down–looking apartment building Jerry parked at was never something that had even crossed his mind. He had been expecting another hotel, maybe a restaurant, but not this dump. He frowned as he followed Cold inside and down a narrow hallway where a surprisingly well-dressed gentleman was waiting to wordlessly usher them into a spacious room.
Everything was white, pristine, and totally flawless compared to the dismal exterior of the building. It smelled of cleaning supplies and air freshener, and Jimmy blinked as he looked around.
In contrast to the sterile room was a plush and inviting bed. It was not as large as the monstrosity they had at home, but impressive all the same. There was also an elegant armchair and a small table beside the bed. The walls were lined with tall windows and when Jimmy took a second look, his pulse jumped.
They weren’t windows; they were mirrors.
Above the frame of each one was a large light. There were at least a dozen of them, and as Jimmy walked inside, the lights all began to glow.
“Rod,” Jimmy asked anxiously, “what is this?”
“I once asked you if you’d let me fuck you in front of the whole world,” Cold purred, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s waist. “This isn’t quite the whole world, but it’s promising to be quite a crowd.”
“People are gonna watch us?” Jimmy gasped, his eyes wide and a hot blush prickling his cheeks. “Do stuff? Sex stuff?”
“Yes,” Cold replied. “We can’t see them, but they can see us. Everything that I do to you, every erotic violation, every lewd act... we will have a captive audience.”
“Holy shit,” Jimmy panted, a mix of shame and anticipation ratcheting his heart rate up even higher.
“But only if you truly want to,” Cold whispered, his lips brushing over Jimmy’s ear. “We don’t have to do this unless you’re absolutely comfortable with it, Jimmy.”
“Shit,” Jimmy cursed again, his cock already stiffening to full attention. There was a secret part of him that loved the idea of being watched. It was the same thrill he got when he was on stage performing, and he knew that everyone’s eyes would be on him and him alone.
To have all that focus on his body while Cold played with him made heat crawl up his spine and back down into his loins until he was sure there had to be steam coming from his ears.
He had certainly fantasized about a scenario very similar to this before. Sometimes it would be Cold fucking him on stage during a performance, or other times it would be in the back of the limo with all the windows rolled down. It was always in public places, always where people could watch them together.
Now to have that chance to actually fulfill this fantasy; how could Jimmy resist?
“Yes,” Jimmy breathed.
