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Cold definitely looked pleased, and he asked firmly, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, speaking up to make himself absolutely clear.

“Thank you, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, kissing his forehead and moving to open up the duffel bag he’d brought with him. “Your safe word?”

“Ice.”

“Go on and get undressed for me.”

Jimmy’s fingers were shaking with adrenaline as he stripped, and he glanced toward the mirrors nervously. “Are they watching us now, sir?”

“Yes,” Cold replied, unpacking the bag and lining up several items on the bedside table.

Toys, lubricant, a bottle of cognac, and a single glass. There were certainly other things in the bag, but Cold left them inside for now.

Jimmy folded his clothes up and looked back around at the mirrors. His heart was pounding so hard it was making his ribs shake, and he swallowed thickly. He was tempted to cover himself, suddenly shy about his lean body and his persistent erection.

He decided to put his back to the mirrors, and he fidgeted as he waited for Cold to give him new instructions.

“Turn around,” Cold ordered, taking a seat in the lush armchair. “Let them see your pretty cock, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy gulped, moving to face the mirrors and his cock bobbing as he moved.

“Touch yourself, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded. “Slowly.”

Jimmy stroked his cock as ordered, and his eyes danced between all the mirrors. He wasn’t sure which one to look at. He chose the one closest to himself where he could see his reflection head on, seeing that his face was already flushed down to his neck and his eyes wide like a doe’s with awe.

“Such a good boy for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold praised. “Absolutely beautiful.”

A few of the lights flashed suddenly, prompting Jimmy to ask, “What, what does that mean, sir?”

“It means they like what they see,” Cold replied calmly.

Jimmy’s face felt like it was on fire, and his cock was growing wet in his hand as he thought about all the people on the other side of the glass watching him jack off. He reached down to squeeze his balls and bit his lower lip coyly.

He liked this. He liked knowing all these people were here to watch him. The very thought was making him ache, and he was too turned on to be disgusted with himself.

“Very good, Mr. Poe,” Cold said. “Now, why don’t you get up on the bed and start opening yourself up?”

Jimmy quickly stretched out across the sheets and grabbed the lube. He slicked up his fingers and easily slid in two, thrusting inside of himself with deep strokes.

“Now, Mr. Poe,” Cold tutted, “we have our dear audience to think of. Get up on your knees, show them your sweet ass. And grab one of your new toys. I don’t think your fingers are enough to open you up for me, are they?”

Jimmy whined, his stomach fluttering wildly at the suggestion. He rolled over, slowly bending his legs to offer his ass up for viewing. He immediately saw more flashes of light going off out of the corner of his eye.

The angle was awkward, but he managed to grab one of the dildos from the bedside and start working it in. It was large and textured, nearly as thick as Cold himself. Jimmy grunted, his face smothered down into the sheets as he took on the familiar bumps and ridges, fucking himself with short strokes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Cold teased, his voice smooth like velvet but dripping with raw seduction.

“What, sir?” Jimmy whimpered.

“Opening yourself up for me,” Cold taunted. “Getting that sweet little hole ready for me... All of those people watching? Oh, how they wish it was their cock you were getting prepped for.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy cried, wiggling as he fucked himself harder and saw the lights going off again. “I’m, I’m still so tight. I like knowing they want me. They all wanna fuck me. And I do want cock inside me... but only yours. Only yours, sir.”

“Good boy,” Cold said, crossing his legs and leaning back in his chair. “Mmm, I think it’s time for you to stop, Mr. Poe. I know how carried away you can get.”

Groaning stubbornly, Jimmy halted his ministrations as ordered. He remained on his knees, tempted to touch his cock, but Cold was right. He did get carried away sometimes. It would be far too easy to come right now.