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Jimmy obeyed, dropping to his knees in front of Cold. He swallowed thickly and looked up in expectation at the mob boss.

Cold leaned forward, not yet touching but gazing hungrily over Jimmy’s robed body. “You’ll really do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Isn’t that what you want?” Jimmy replied uncertainly, his brows furrowing upward.

“Oh, I think it’s what you want,” Cold said, easily deflecting the question. “You’re so very eager to please.” He gently touched Jimmy’s chin and swept his thumb over his bottom lip. “You’d let me fuck you in front of the whole world, wouldn’t you?”

Jimmy blushed, leaning into Cold’s hand as much as he would allow. He could hear the steady thumping of his heart in his ears, and he let it drown out the entire universe except the two of them. “Yes.”

“Mm. And that’s why we need a safe word, Mr. Poe.” Cold used his thumb to pull Jimmy’s lip down, pinching it against his chin and making him whimper. “If we’re going to make the most of this little deal, even my desires must have their limits.”

Jimmy frowned, confused. “But you said whatever you want? That’s the deal?”

“It wouldn’t serve my interests to break you before you’ve paid off what you owe me,” Cold clarified with a dark chuckle. “And I did so enjoy our time together last night. It was very revealing.” He tilted his head, purring seductively, “You want someone to take charge, don’t you?”

Jimmy closed his eyes and nodded slowly. There was no point in denying it. “Yes.”

“You want someone to take away the fear.” Cold’s drawl was positively hypnotic. “For someone to eliminate all the hesitation, to stiffen that shy sway in your step. You don’t want to worry any longer about what to say or what to do.”

Cold’s flawless perception rocked Jimmy’s very soul, and he darted his tongue out, meeting Cold’s thumb as it moved over his bottom teeth.

“Yes.” Cold growled, his breath quickening. “You, Mr. Poe, need a purpose. You need that gratification that only comes from having someone to please.”

“Then let me please you,” Jimmy said desperately, daring to suck at the pad of Cold’s thumb, flicking his eyes open to stare up at him.

Cold seemed happy with that, and a gorgeous smile curled over his lips. “Good.” It briefly lit up his face, then vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Safe word, Mr. Poe?”

“Ice,” Jimmy whispered. Lost in the beautiful icy blue of Cold’s eyes, his response was instant.

“Ice it is.” Cold tapped his thumb against Jimmy’s chin. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his pants to pull out his thick cock. “Come along, Mr. Poe. Let’s see how pleasing that mouth of yours is.”

Jimmy salivated as he gazed over Cold’s intimidating girth. His cock was absolutely beautiful. Crap, how was Jimmy ever supposed to fit all of that in his mouth? He scooted forward and pressed a hand against Cold’s thigh to get in a better position.

He gasped when Cold snatched his wrist, saying low, “No touching.”

“But I need to… Okay. Yes, sir.” Jimmy remembered how Cold had flinched in his apartment, but how the hell was he going to do this if he couldn’t use his hands? He let his arms drop to his sides and took a deep breath.

Bowing his head, Jimmy pulled the tip of Cold’s cock into his mouth with only his lips. The taste was hot and salty, making him groan as he sucked. He struggled to take the thick member deeper, and his eyes teared up.

His lips felt like they were being stretched to their limit, and he swirled his tongue around the tip to try and make up for all the inches he couldn’t fit. He wanted to use his hand to grab the remainder of Cold’s cock, but he didn’t want to risk angering him by touching him again.

Cold’s fingers dug into Jimmy’s hair, setting his scalp ablaze with pain and sensation. His hold was firm, his cock thrusting forward, as his voice rumbled, “Open your mouth. As wide as you can.”

Jimmy sighed, letting his jaw hang loose. He inhaled through his nose as Cold started thrusting his cock into his throat. Gagging instantly, he tried to swallow around the thick intrusion and his mouth rapidly filled with saliva.

“Relax,” Cold soothed, his cock sliding deeper down Jimmy’s throat.

Jimmy tried. God, did he try. It was almost impossible not to gag again, and he whined softly as Cold’s massive girth filled up his mouth. He was keenly aware of all the drool pooling and the tears streaming down his cheeks as Cold fucked his face. He was getting more turned on with every slam, blood rushing into his loins and making him shiver down to his toes.

He loved Cold being in control. His mind was completely empty except for the sole focus he had of pleasing this man. It was soothing in spite of the discomfort, calming in a way Jimmy barely understood. He didn’t have to think or worry. He only had to obey.

It felt so fucking good.

Cold’s fingers tangled tight in Jimmy’s hair as he bucked his hips and forced himself deeper. Jimmy struggled, but he slowly got the hang of it. Swallowing around the head of Cold’s cock, he flexed his cheeks and lips to maintain some suction. He moved his tongue, wagging back and forth on the underside of Cold’s shaft.

Jimmy could hear Cold’s breathing turn to a shallow pant, and the quietest little groan managed to escape. Yes, that sound, that beautiful sound. He wanted to hear how good it felt, he wanted to know what a good job he was doing. Whining quietly, Jimmy gave everything he had and tried to make Cold moan again.

“Look at me,” Cold ordered, his voice raw and husky with need.