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“Yes, sir.”

“Now, hold very still for me.”

Jimmy froze, his breath getting stuck in his throat when the cool leather of the belt teased over his cheeks. He tried to relax, tried not to move, but the first crack of the belt made him jump and cry out.

Cold’s hand was right there, smoothing across the welt he’d left behind. “You did well. Four more, and maybe that’ll be enough for you to learn, hmm?”

“God… Yes. Yes, sir.” Jimmy panted.

“Good boy,” Cold praised, his hand retreating for the belt to snap against Jimmy’s flesh in its place.

Jimmy yelped, and the sound ended in a pitiful whine. It felt like Cold had somehow managed to hit the exact same spot as before, lighting up a scorching line of pain across his ass. His head felt too heavy to hold up now.

The third pop made Jimmy moan, the burning sensation sending all sorts of mixed signals between his legs. His cock was aching, grinding into Cold’s thigh, as he tried to find some relief from the intense sensation.

Cold reverently petted Jimmy’s welted cheeks. He dipped his finger in his mouth before sliding it teasingly over Jimmy’s hole. “Just two more, Mr. Poe.”

The fourth strike made Jimmy cry out again, sweat erupting along his back and face. It was too much, too hot, and he groaned as his head fell in utter submission. The pain buzzed across his whole body, his head light but happy, and he mewled at the very tip of Cold’s finger slipping inside of him.

“You have the most perfect little asshole.” Cold spat on his fingers before returning to play with the edge of Jimmy’s hole. “And it’s all mine.”

“Yours,” Jimmy agreed. “All yours, sir.”

“For the duration of this arrangement, no one else will have you,” Cold said, a possessive growl rasping his usually smooth voice. “Do you understand me, Mr. Poe?”

Jimmy hesitated, blinking stupidly as he struggled to raise his head. He couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like Cold was saying they were going to be exclusive. “And you’ll be mine?”

Cold sneered, a single finger pushing inside deep enough to make Jimmy whimper. “I’m not the one who offered up their body for money, Mr. Poe. You did. Until the debt is paid, every inch of you belongs to me. I, however, am a free man, and I will do as I please.”

Needy and upset, Jimmy whined a louder complaint. It wasn’t that he desired to be with anyone else. It was quite the opposite. He didn’t want anyone but Cold, and the mere thought of Cold being with another person stabbed Jimmy right in the chest with a wicked prick of envy that threatened to poison his good mood.

“That’s not fair.” Jimmy yelped when Cold cracked the belt over his stinging ass once more. “F-fuck,” he stuttered, tears welling up as he went limp once more on Cold’s lap, the only tension left in his body curling his hands into tight fists.

“Our arrangement is more than fair. Any whore would consider themselves lucky to be paid like you are.” Cold scoffed.

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy uttered the words as if they were a curse. There was something about that word—whore—that invoked an intense sense of shame and anger, but it also made his loins ache.

“Mmm, that’s a good boy.”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy seethed again, his cock grinding into Cold’s leg and hating how good it felt.

Cold’s hands glided over his stinging ass, eliciting a soft moan out of Jimmy. “Take off your clothes now, shoes as well,” he ordered abruptly. “Get up on the bed.”

Jimmy expected him to shove him off his lap onto the floor, but Cold helped him and guided him up on the mattress. He assisted in divesting him of the clothes himself when Jimmy’s hands shook in an effort to obey. Cold picked everything up and neatly folded them to join his jacket on the chaise.

Cold sighed as his eyes ravenously roved over Jimmy’s body.

Jimmy blushed from the intense appraisal, his cock bobbing between his legs as he stretched out across the bed before Cold.

“Hands and knees now, scoot toward me until you’re just about to fall off the bed,” Cold instructed, and he hummed pleasurably as Jimmy complied. He dragged his fingers across the welts he’d left on Jimmy’s cheeks, taking the time to individually rub each one.

Keeping his ass up, Jimmy bowed his head and tried to contain his emotions. Today was too much, too fast, and he focused on Cold’s voice to keep from sinking back into the abyss.

Cold did care for him, he was certain, and he had about two months now to prove it.

Jimmy heard Cold tinkering around in a drawer, a lid snapping open and the distinct squirt of something wet. He gasped when Cold’s fingers slid around his cock and prayed for more friction, receiving very little.

“Hold still,” Cold warned, his dexterous fingers winding something around the base of Jimmy’s cock and slipping behind his balls.