Page 132 of Cold Hard Cash

“Are you ready, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked quietly, his hands tracing over the ropes that held Jimmy in place.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whimpered, already eager and desperate.

Cold had soft ropes tying Jimmy’s hands behind his back, thoughtful twists that held his wrists together just above his ass. The ropes looped between his legs, around his cock and balls, hugging his thighs. They were then woven down into a special bar that kept his knees firmly apart.

To open a present, it first had to be unwrapped, Cold had told him firmly.

When they first arrived back at the estate, all of the Gentlemen were waiting for them to celebrate. Being in on the plan had allowed them to escape the police’s raid on the club totally unscathed.

Rowena had brought Dario, the pair looking rather cozy snuggled up on a sofa, earning themselves a nasty glare from Cold. Rowena didn’t look bothered, though Dario was clearly nauseous.

Perhaps Cold was in a good mood from their victory because he didn’t say a word about it. He didn’t even say anything about Tamerlane and Lorre being tangled up by the bar, torn between shoving each other or kissing, much less distracting than the shocking sight of Thirdsies and Pym passionately making out on one of the other sofas.

Jules had his cell phone out, mumbling something about giving the Doc a call and left with a determined smile on his face.

Valdemar had been watching everyone with a longing grin, tipping a drink back and laughing, “Ahh... young love.”

Cold finally had seen enough when Thirdsies started biting Pym’s neck and threw his glasses behind the sofa. He left Valdemar to his voyeuristic intentions and whisked Jimmy away to their bedroom, stripping him down and worshipping every inch of him as he looped all the ropes around his body. Every knot was tied with a kiss, fingers lingering to caress every bit of skin as he went.

Jimmy was now currently posed on the edge of the bed, Cold admiring his handiwork with a smug chuckle. Jimmy bowed his head, blushing fiercely as he felt the tip of Cold’s finger slide between his cheeks.

“You do look so lovely like this,” Cold praised. “A perfect little present just for me...” He spread Jimmy’s cheeks, massaging around his hole with his thumb.

Jimmy’s hands wiggled against the ropes, wishing Cold would give him more, give him something. His cock was stiffening quickly, the rope suddenly feeling tighter, making him groan.

“Not too much?” Cold asked, sliding a hand around to check the fit of the rope.

“Good, sir,” Jimmy replied quickly.

Cold gave him a firm stroke as a reward, going back to playing around the edge of his hole.

Jimmy had lost all sense of time as Cold teased him, gasping when he finally pressed the tip of his finger inside. Cold held it there for a breath, but pulled away again.

Cock twitching in protest, Jimmy pouted.

Cold reached into the bedside table, humming lightly to himself. Jimmy heard the click of a lube bottle and sighed happily. But Cold wasn’t done torturing him, simply swirling the lubricant around between his cheeks and still not penetrating him.

Jimmy whined, his hips pushing back. “Please.”

“No,” came Cold’s firm reply, his palm cracking across the tender flesh of Jimmy’s ass. “You should be happy I’m touching you at all. Maybe I should leave you like this, watch you squirm for a little while.”

“Please, sir,” Jimmy gasped, his cheek left stinging from the rough spanking. “I promise... I’ll be good.”

“We’ll see,” Cold snorted, his fingers returning to spread Jimmy’s cheeks wide, thumbs digging and massaging at his taint and around his hole.

Jimmy bowed his head down in submission, letting himself collapse against the bed with his ass still up in the air.

“There...” Cold purred. “Just like that... Yes, be good for me.”

“Yes, sir,” he whimpered, the ropes still tugging all over.

Like an answer to his prayers, Cold’s fingers began to slide inside of him. Gentle at first, but then rougher, deeper until Jimmy was crying out from the stimulation. His nails dug into his palms, grunting when he felt Cold pressing in a third finger to make him moan louder.

“Look at you,” Cold praised as he opened Jimmy up. “Your little hole is so hungry, hmm?”

Clenching down around Cold’s fingers, Jimmy whispered brokenly, “Yes, sir... God... I want more...”

“Tell me what you need, Mr. Poe.”