It’s Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Time for some more steamy fun! This is another sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Jimmy’s been very bad and Cold is gonna teach him a lesson. Enjoy, darlings!
“For fuck’s sake!” Jimmy groaned, not sure whether to scream or cry or both. “I’m so sick of this! Rod! You’ve been arrested for murder, there are people trying to kill you-”
“I’m telling you everything that I can,” Cold said evenly, but his jaw was getting tight. “This is only going to work if you trust me-“
“Trust you?!” Jimmy snapped. “How can I trust you when you’re lying to me?”
“Everything that I can,” Cold repeated, his voice starting to rise. He stood up out of his chair, stalking purposely toward Jimmy. “I am giving you everything that I can to keep you informed and as safe as possible. If I must make a choice, your safety trumps satisfying your ego-“
“My fuckin’ ego?” Jimmy balked. “Your ego is the size of this fuckin’ house!”
“I tried to give you the proposal that you wanted and you’re too busy trying to outsmart me and interfere in my affairs-“
“Your affairs?!” Jimmy didn’t even care that he was yelling now. “This is our life, Rod! Our fucking future is at stake here! You’re goddamn right I’m interfering!”
“Jimmy,” Cold hissed, his tone low and dangerous. “That is quite enough.”
“Fuck you!” Jimmy snarled as he got right in Cold’s face. “If this is how it’s always gonna be, then I’m fucking done!”
Something broke in Cold, his hands shaking as he grabbed Jimmy by the back of his neck and held him tightly. “Oh, no. We’re not done until I fucking say we are!”
“You stupid stubborn fucking son of a-!” Jimmy was silenced by a fierce kiss, crying out as Cold’s teeth nicked his lip in his haste. He tried to push away, but Cold wouldn’t let go and Jimmy couldn’t resist.
Cold was kissing him like he wanted to devour him, squeezing and clawing ferociously. He had torn Jimmy’s shirt and the way he grabbed Jimmy’s hips made him ache all over with a savage need.
Jimmy kissed back passionately, grabbing a hold of Cold’s jacket and curling his hands into tight fists. He gasped as Cold broke away to bite at his neck, helplessly squirming as he moaned, “God, you are such a bastard!”
Cold grunted in response, roughly teasing his teeth along Jimmy’s jaw and pinning both of his arms behind his back.
Jimmy’s pulse was thumping in his ears and he swore he could feel it behind his eyes. He sometimes forgot how strong Cold was, well aware of that now when he tried to break loose. It had no right to be this hot, groaning as Cold pulled him in closer. “Mm… Rod…”
Cold seemed to have himself back in control now, though he sounded breathless as he commanded, “I’m going to let go of you, Mr. Poe. When I do, you will take off your clothes and get on your knees.”
“Right here?” Jimmy asked, lust rippling down his spine and between his legs. They were out here on the patio. There were guards patrolling the grounds, anyone could be watching them-
“Yes, Mr. Poe,” Cold growled. “Right here, right now.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, helpless to resist the fierce command. When Cold released his arms, he quickly began to strip. He watched Cold unbuckling his belt and he automatically began to salivate. On his knees, he opened his mouth expectantly.
But instead of a thick cock, he got Cold’s belt.
“Bite down,” Cold ordered.
Jimmy did so, looking up at Cold with a low whine.
“Much better,” Cold sighed, softly petting Jimmy’s hair. He adjusted his suit, taking a seat in the middle of the patio settee adjacent to the table. He sat with his legs spread wide, beckoning Jimmy over. “Come here. On your hands and knees.”
Jimmy crawled over, the buckle of the belt rattling as he moved. He gasped as Cold grabbed his hair and turned his head this way and that.
“Look at you,” Cold purred, his eyes scanning over his naked body hungrily. “My beautiful little brat. Can’t leave anything well enough alone, can you?”
“N-no, sir,” Jimmy whispered over the leather between his teeth. “I’m… I’m trying to help…”
“I don’t need you to help, Mr. Poe. I need you to obey.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, closing his eyes and wincing when Cold tugged at his hair again.
“Get in my lap,” Cold said sternly. “You’re going to learn, Mr. Poe. Until my hand goes numb or you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first.”
Jimmy shivered as he followed Cold’s guiding hands, stretching out over his thighs. He laid his head down on the cushions and stretched out his long legs until his feet were hanging off the end of the settee.
Normally he was suspended awkwardly over Cold’s knees for this, but he didn’t have long to appreciate the settee’s comfort.
The first crack of Cold’s hand across his ass made him cry out, his head jerking up as his body fought to get away from the pain. Cold wasn’t giving him any time to adjust, yelping as a second spanking immediately followed the first.
“I spent all day planning this ridiculous setup,” Cold hissed angrily as his hand kept slapping Jimmy’s ass, punctuating every sentence with a mean smack. “All of this was for you! You ungrateful and arrogant little boy!”
Every brutal slap made Jimmy ache and whimper, tears falling down his face as he sobbed. The pain shot flashes of white before his eyes and his cock was uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and Cold’s thigh.
Cold gave him a brief reprieve, rubbing his palm across the scalded flesh of his abused cheek.
The gentle touch burned like hell and Jimmy grinded his teeth on the leather with a choked cry. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, sir…”
“I’ve been far too easy on you,” Cold sneered, reaching back to spank Jimmy’s other cheek. “You’ve forgotten your place!”
“Fuck!” Jimmy cringed as Cold began his assault again, crying with every fierce slap. It sounded like firecrackers going off and he could feel himself getting close to climax. His thoughts were soft and hazy from the lovely pain, moaning, “I’m sorry, sir! I’ll be good!”
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Cold snorted, giving Jimmy’s ass another mean smack.
It made Jimmy’s back curl up, sobbing loudly. His skin was absolutely on fire and he was certain he would be able to feel Cold’s hands on him for days after this. “I want… I want to be good for you… that’s why… that’s why I…”
“Why what, Mr. Poe?” Cold’s hand paused.
“That’s why I keep trying to help,” Jimmy panted, his tongue loose and all of his words running together. “Because I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how much trouble you’re really in. And I love you, I love you so much… I would do anything for you, but I can’t do *nothing*.”
“Allow me then to give you purpose, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, the tips of his fingers running over the stinging flesh of Jimmy’s ass and drawing mindless little patterns.
“Please, sir,” Jimmy groaned, arching into every touch.
“Be my husband, my lover, my partner,” Cold purred hungrily. “Obey me, worship me, and I will be yours forever.”
Jimmy uttered a quiet sound, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. He could feel Cold’s fingers, wet with spit, sliding between his cheeks and prodding at his hole. Cold pinched his taint and he moaned, gasping, “Y-yes, sir!”
“Mmm. My good boy.”