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Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Or, you know, Sunday for those keeping track of the days! Oops! Sorry for the late post, but I’ve been so busy running around pimping out my new release, Mortal Sins!

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“Can you forgive me?”

Snod’s eyes widened, and he tried to speak, but his teeth clicked together in silent failure. Forgiveness was an important part of his everyday life when he lived with the Order, but it was always because of the need to ask for it. Seek it out, bleed for it, suffer for it.

He’d never had anyone ask him for it, and he wasn’t even sure how to respond for a few seconds. At last, his head began to move, nodding as he said, “Of course I do.”

“Yeah?” Frankie smiled brightly, and Snod’s stomach curled happily in on itself.

“Yes,” Snod said softly, overcome by the warmth that bubbled through him. Forgiving someone, allowing Frankie to be relieved of his worries, was an amazing feeling.

He caught himself lingering on Frankie’s lips, the warmth in his body moving south as he thought of something else that felt especially amazing. He smirked, saying casually, “Although, I did only go out because you promised me something and didn’t deliver.”

Frankie’s eyes widened, gasping, “What?”

“You left me in an extremely uncomfortable physical state with no satisfaction,” Snod scoffed. “It was very rude considering what you had sworn you would do.”

“Oh, come on!”

“A broken vow is a very serious offense,” Snod said, aiming for stern, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I can forgive your inconsiderate behavior, but not the absence of your integrity.”

Frankie bared his teeth, his eyes moving down Snod’s lips toward his groin. “Well, I can’t have you questioning my integrity, now can I?”

Snod’s cock eagerly twitched beneath the blankets, his smile growing wider. “You did make me a promise of a blowjob; I’m only asking that you fulfill it.”

Frankie chuckled, kissing Snod as his hand began to wander down his stomach. “Mmm… I suppose that would be fair.”

“Very fair,” Snod panted, his desire making him start to tremble already. As they kissed, he was fighting to get his pants off, and to his surprise Frankie was just as eager to get his mouth on him.

Frankie pressed him down against the mattress by his hips the moment his pants were out of the way, moaning triumphantly as he sucked every inch of Snod down, his eyes fluttering closed.

*I’ve missed the taste of you…*

“God,” Snod whimpered, his head flopping back against the pillows, “I’ve missed this… I’ve missed you.” He couldn’t stop the lewd grunts that were spilling out of him, lost in the heaven that was having Frankie’s cold mouth wrapped around him.

He could feel Frankie’s tongue probing along the ridge of his head and rubbing against the tender tissue. Frankie was usually so slow, so patient, but right now he was absolutely ravenous. He was massaging Snod’s thighs, fondling his balls, and Snod was falling to pieces.

Snod wanted more, whining as his hips began to rise up, wanting the friction to increase, begging, “Can I…?”

*Yes, God. Yes!*

Snod groaned at being given permission, snatching Frankie’s hair and roughly thrusting upward. He couldn’t believe how effortlessly Frankie took it, letting Snod fuck his tight throat as hard as he wanted to, hissing and sputtering when he felt one of his fangs graze his sensitive skin.

Frankie readjusted himself so his teeth wouldn’t make contact again, but Snod started begging, “Please… bite me.”

*Obe… we shouldn’t…*

Snod slammed his hips up earnestly, trying to hold Frankie’s head down, trying to get his teeth to press into him as he pleaded, “Please!”

Frankie’s lust exploded at the urgent request and he growled, his brow scrunching up as his teeth sank in deep, swallowing back a big mouthful of blood.

Snod cried out joyously, loving how the suction from Frankie feeding added more pressure around his cock. It was absolutely divine. His legs were suddenly up on Frankie’s shoulders and he moaned when he felt a hard smack on his thigh.

*You did want me to spank you…*

“Yes! God, please!” Snod whimpered, smothering a sob into the crook of his arm when Frankie slapped his ass. The sting resonated all throughout Snod’s body and he knew he couldn’t take much more. He needed Frankie to discipline him, but this didn’t feel like a punishment. It felt like dying and going to heaven, relishing the stinging sensation of his abused cheeks.

Another hard smack and he came immediately, his cock pulsing hard as Frankie gulped down his load and his blood, swallowing audibly.

Licking and sucking until Snod was whining from severe overstimulation, Frankie finally released him with a low groan. He crawled up his body to kiss him. “Mmm… that was lovely.”

Snod was dizzy, panting as their lips connected, tasting the iron of his blood and the salt of his cum. It had no right to be so delicious.

Frankie was pressing against Snod seeking out his own release, his eyes bright as he purred, “Obe, touch me.”

Snod’s insides twisted immediately, the sweet afterglow tainted by the thought of putting his hand down there, down on Frankie. His hesitation was enough of an answer, Frankie shaking his head quickly.

“It’s all right,” he soothed. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just… kiss me?”

Snod nodded. That he could do. He kissed Frankie passionately, trying to put everything he had into it to make up for what his hands couldn’t do. He could feel Frankie wiggling out of his pants and the rhythmic pounding of his knuckles as they brushed against him as he drove himself to climax.

Snod stroked his hair, slid his tongue into his mouth, and even grinded against him. He did everything he could to wring pleasure from this, hating his inadequacy. He couldn’t bring himself to touch Frankie like that. The sin was too much.

Frankie finished quickly against the sheets, gasping and jerking, Snod kissing all along his neck as he worked himself through it. He pressed his hand against Frankie’s chest, feeling the beautiful pulse of his heart beating beneath his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Snod managed, their noses brushing together when Frankie was done and his heart had stilled once more.

“It’s fine,” Frankie insisted, their bond warm and sated. “If you want to, we’ll get there one day. If not, that’s okay, too.”

“What if I never want to?” Snod demanded urgently.

“Obe,” Frankie soothed, tracing his nails across his jaw. “I’m not going to pressure you. There’s no point in doing anything if you’re not going to enjoy it, too.”

*Like the spanking…*

Snod blushed immediately, whispering, “Yes.”

“It can all feel so good,” Frankie promised, “but we’ll take it slow. So very slow.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Nick Stecki is still hard at work bringing the audiobook version of Cold Hard Cash to life and I’m expecting a publishing date next week for my new delicious vampire novel… here’s a little taste! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/smut/vamp stuff

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“And you!” Frankie snapped, grabbing Snod’s wrist. “Outside! Now!”

Snod stumbled along as Frankie dragged him outside the club. The moment they were out of sight from any onlookers, Frankie held him close and blinked them into a secluded alley. For a dumb moment, Snod was hopeful that Frankie wanted privacy to give him that blowjob he had promised him.

But when he saw Frankie’s hands planted firmly on his hips and his beautiful face set in a furious scowl, he figured now would not be a good time to bring it up.

“On your fuckin’ knees,” Frankie snarled, pointing a long finger in Snod’s face.

Snod dropped immediately, unsure if his immediate compliance was voluntary or a result of Frankie’s power. Regardless, the fire he saw in Frankie’s eyes instantly transported him back to that first morning when Frankie had pinned him so aggressively on the sofa.

“You are such an immature, selfish, insecure fucking brat!” Frankie seethed, his fangs fully bared and hissing savagely. “I step away for a few precious moments, a few fucking seconds, and you just had to come barging over like a total jackass!”

Snod still hadn’t been given permission to speak, so he had no choice but to listen to Frankie’s rage. There was something strangely enticing about seeing him so angry and while Snod couldn’t explain it, he could feel himself getting undeniably hard.

“You had no right to say that to Mark!” Frankie continued to shout. “For fuck’s sake! We’re not together, Obe! I am not yours! I care about you, I do. I am willing to give you a chance when the blood wears off if you really want to be with me. But who’s to say you’re not just gonna wake up one morning and suddenly decide you don’t wanna date an unholy creature, huh? And then what?”

Snod frowned, his cock continuing to stiffen uncomfortably in his pants.

“You’re such an asshole, and you know what, so is Mark. You’re both fucking assholes!” Frankie raked his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “God, what is wrong with me, am I just attracted to fucking jerks? God, ugh!”

Snod thought Frankie’s lips looked particularly pretty as he panted and huffed, even more turned on as he watched him get more and more worked up. Frankie was unfairly sexy when he was angry, and Snod was doing his best to listen, but it was getting difficult to focus.

“If we’re not gonna work out, I don’t need you burning my bridges over some petty, bullshit jealousy,” Frankie went on. “I’m crazy about Mark, but you… I could be crazy about you, too. But I have to know that you really want this. That you want me.”

Snod wished he could speak, although it was probably better that he didn’t. All he could think was that he did want Frankie. He wanted him far too much. He reached out for him, gently resting his hands on his thighs and smothering his cheek against his hip.

Frankie gasped softly, his hands moving over Snod’s neck, his nails digging in hard. The moment they touched, the desire between them became inescapable. Frankie was pressing closer, growling softly when Snod slid a hand back over his ass.

“Stand up,” he ordered sharply. “Right now.”

Snod was up on his feet and wrapping himself around Frankie in a second. He mouthed along his throat, backing Frankie up against the brick. He would fuck him right here if he could. All he could think about was coming, grinding their hips together as he sought out friction.

“No,” Frankie snarled suddenly, grabbing Snod by his neck and switching their positions. He pressed him face first against the wall, hissing angrily in his ear, “Tell me truthfully; do you think you deserve pleasure after the way you’ve behaved?”

Snod groaned, grateful that he could speak again as he croaked softly, “No… no, I don’t. I want you… I want you to punish me. I’ve crossed you and I need to be punished.” He closed his eyes, vividly recalling the way Frankie had spanked him before. He burned deep inside to feel that again, pleading, “Please.”

Frankie made a soft sound, something strangled and urgent, his free hand sliding down to cup Snod’s ass through his pants. “Do you want me to spank you, Obe?”

“Yes,” Snod whined, shamelessly arching into Frankie’s touch.

“Fuck,” Frankie hissed, squeezing Snod’s ass greedily. “Drop your pants. Right fucking now.”

Snod wouldn’t have needed to be under Frankie’s spell to obey. He was so desperate, jerking his pants and underwear down around his knees without any thought to who might be able to see them. He plastered himself across the wall, groaning as his cock rubbed against the cool and rough brick. “Fuck…”

“You embarrassed me!” Frankie growled, barely giving Snod any time to brace himself before his hand came down on his ass with a violent smack. “You made a total fool out of me in front of Mark!”

Another slap.

“You were beyond disrespectful!”

“Yes,” Snod gasped, each brutal spanking rocking his hips against the wall. The burn was making his dick ache, grinding against the brick even though it hurt. He felt so very small with Frankie crowded behind him, holding him so firmly in place as the burn in his cheeks made his eyes water. “I was bad… I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…”

Frankie was relentless, purring in Snod’s ear, “I know you are, Obe. That’s okay. I’m going to help you learn. I’m going to teach you how to be good for me…” He spanked Snod’s ass again, hard enough to make him cry out. “There, my good boy. You’re taking it so well…”

“Fuck, Frankie!” Snod whimpered, clawing at the wall and humping the brick as he sought out friction. The pain was making every other part of his body especially sensitive and he knew he was going to come soon, just from the smack of Frankie’s hand and grinding against the wall like a dog. He whined anxiously, his face flushing with shame as he cried, “I’m gonna come… I’m-“

“No,” Frankie said, his cool fingers sliding around to cruelly squeeze Snod’s cock.

“Urghh!” Snod grunted, the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over him knocked back into a frustrated puddle. He was sweating and on edge, trying to thrust into Frankie’s hand. “Please…?”

“This is a punishment, remember?” Frankie gave Snod’s cock a firm squeeze before letting go. He nipped at his shoulder, pressing his own hard cock into Snod’s hip as he scoffed, “You don’t deserve to come, Obe. Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, not until I’m satisfied…”

“Then let me satisfy you,” Snod pleaded, reaching back to grab Frankie’s side to keep him close. “Allow me to earn your forgiveness, Frankie. I can take you right here, right now, however you want me. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

“Mmm, Obe…” Frankie’s fangs grazed over Snod’s throat as he considered the juicy offer before pulling away suddenly. “No. This is a problem. We can’t just fuck the problem away. Especially when the fucking is part of the damn problem!”

“But I want you!” Snod groaned impatiently, pounding his fist into the brick. “I want you more than anything.”

“You want to have sex with me,” Frankie steadily corrected him, pulling his pants back up with a long sigh and affectionately patting his shoulder.

“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch Disney movies with you,” Snod tried, earnest and vulnerable. The alcohol was an extremely liberating potion, and soon he couldn’t believe the things he was saying. “I want to fall asleep next to you, and wake up with you. I want to cook for you, even though you can’t eat it. Oh, but you could still watch me. I want to drink more with you. Shirts. I want to fold shirts. Match socks. Dance.”

Frankie was honestly touched, warmth flowing over the bond and seeping right into Snod’s chest. He cradled his face lovingly, allowing him to draw back in for a tender embrace. His eyes were bright, gazing warmly at Snod as he said, “One month… if you still want that in one month, then yes. You can have it all.”

Snod had to kiss him, their mouths passionately crashing against one another’s. He didn’t care about learning that stupid name or returning to the Order in that moment. His heart was pushing him right into this beautiful vampire’s arms, and he never wanted to leave.

The temperature of their kiss turned to boiling within moments, Frankie again being the one with some semblance of willpower and pulling away before things went too far.

“We need to get back and check on Lorenzo,” Frankie said, adjusting his glasses that had been knocked askew during their heated make out. “No telling what kind of trouble he’s gotten into.”

Reaching down to shift his uncomfortably erect cock, Snod scowled but nodded obediently. His cheeks were still blazing hot from Frankie’s strong hand and he was eager for release. He glanced at Frankie, grinning shyly. He didn’t have the heart to ask out loud, but he could definitely think it.

*Blowjob…?*

“You lost all your blowiob privileges when you decided to tell Mark about all the sex we’re no longer having!” Frankie huffed, aiming for angry but he was smiling wide. “Come on!”

Frankie brought Snod back to the club to check on his friend, walking with him arm in arm as they approached the dance floor. At first, Snod thought Lorenzo was having some kind of seizure. His long braids were whipping about violently and his body was shaking as his arms flailed around him.

Most of the other patrons had given him plenty of space, letting him convulse at a safe distance.
“Yup, it’s time to go,” Frankie sighed, weaving out onto the dance floor to retrieve him.

“Wait,” Snod said, gently reaching for Frankie’s hand. “I meant it, about… the dancing.”

“Huh?” Frankie laughed in surprise. “You mean… you want to right now?”

“Yes,” Snod said eagerly, desperately wanting to be close to Frankie again.

“One song,” Frankie said, holding up his index finger to emphasize his determination. “Just one, and then we have to get Lorenzo and go home.”

Snod grinned victoriously, eagerly wrapping his arms around Frankie. He stayed close, struggling to keep on rhythm. He wasn’t very good, but dancing gave him the chance to touch Frankie all over and he loved it. He blushed when Frankie’s hands grabbed his hips, helping him find the beat.

Dancing was a lot like sex, Snod began to learn. He wanted to thrust and slam, but Frankie was showing him how to roll his hips against his, seductively moving with the music. It was getting easier, and he smiled brightly when Frankie’s arms curled up around his neck.

The tempo of the music had dropped down, now a slow and throaty bass line that begged their bodies to grind together. Snod held Frankie’s hips, their foreheads pressed together as they danced, unable to tear himself away from those beautiful eyes for a second.

He knew Frankie wasn’t his boyfriend, but what if he could be? What if he forgot all about the Order, what if they could have a life together? With all the alcohol diluting his guilt, such a dream felt within reach.

His head was swimming beautifully. He could feel the bass reverberating in his bones, and the only sensation he could detect through the bond was pure joy. It was Frankie’s mixing in with his own, and Snod had never been so happy.

He wished the song could last forever, but the beat changed all too soon and Frankie was untangling their bodies.

“Let’s go,” Frankie said, taking Snod’s hand and leading him over to get a hold of Lorenzo.

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I am so happy to announce that edits for my M/M vampire book, Former Things, are DONE! I should have a publishing date soon and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

Today’s sexy post is another selection from my Kinktober project (hey, I did all 31 days! That’s a lot of porn to share!!!) and the theme was lingerie. I threw in a splash of temp play and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/temperature play/lingerie/toys

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“Safeword?” Cold asked with a smirk.

“Ice,” Jimmy confirmed, sighing contently as Cold gently tied silk ribbons around his wrists in little bows. The ribbon wasn’t strong enough to actually hold him if he wanted to escape, but he wouldn’t dare break free.

Cold wanted him to stay just like this, and so Jimmy would.

Jimmy had recently found himself very interested in softer and prettier things, and Cold was more than happy to help. The silk ribbons for this evening’s lesson were accompanied by red lace panties and a matching bralette.

It felt strange and new, but he couldn’t deny the heat that stirred in his loins when Cold gazed at him with such raw hunger.

He felt sexy, naughty, and absolutely delicious.

Cold definitely agreed, stretched out beside him, fully clothed as always but with a very obvious erection tenting his slacks, reaching into a small dish to pull out an ice cube.

The last time they had tried this sort of play didn’t end well. They discovered that Jimmy was particularly sensitive to the cold, and had opted to stop very early. But Jimmy was nothing if not stubborn, and he wanted to try again; this time he had decided to take it up a notch.

Resting in the bowl of ice was a thick glass dildo, chilling for later use.

Cold held the first cube above Jimmy’s chest, letting the heat from his fingers melt the ice and drip down.

Jimmy closed his eyes, relaxing as the droplets collected on his sternum and dripped down his neck and his sides.

It made him shiver, but he could breathe through it.

Cold then applied the ice directly to his skin, sliding it slowly down to the edge of Jimmy’s bra. He nudged the lace aside, playing around the edge of Jimmy’s nipple.

Jimmy gasped, his toes pawing at the sheets, unable to stop a shiver running up his spine. His nipples seemed especially sensitive right now, gasping louder when Cold pushed the ice right on top and held it there.

Cold traced the ice in little circles, letting the heat of Jimmy’s body melt it and smiling softly, purring, “Your nipple is getting so hard… how does it feel?”

“Cold,” Jimmy replied shakily. He swallowed, trying to formulate a better response, “Hurts.”

Cold removed the ice cube, leaning down to wash the cool water away with a slow and hot swipe of his tongue.

Jimmy whimpered at the sudden shift in temperature, finding relief but the contrast made the tender tissue ache. “God… mmphhhh… hurts, but it’s good…”

Cold seemed satisfied with that response, repositioning the bra and covering Jimmy’s nipple again. He moved to the other, repeating the same treatment of cold and hot, lavishing the tender bud flesh with long swipes of his tongue.

Jimmy whimpered, his fingers clenching at the air and shuddering deep in the marrow of his bones. His cock was pulsing, the lace of the panties too tight and confining, whining at the tug of the elastic on his shaft.

Cold was moving faster now, another ice cube dragging down Jimmy’s stomach and settling in his belly button.

Jimmy kept shivering, his hips thrusting up, squirming as he moaned, “God… I need… I need you to touch me…”

“Soon,” Cold promised, lapping at the water that had pooled in his belly button, sucking it up with a smirk. “Very soon.”

Jimmy huffed softly, both of his nipples still hard and pushing up against the soft fabric of his bra. The ice treatment continued on, pressing at his hips and his thighs, the chilling stimulation making him whimper and shudder.

Cold soon decided those pretty panties were in his way, tugging them aside with a loud rip, chuckling softly at how it made Jimmy squirm. Another cube of ice pressed right against his hole, Jimmy shouting out right and bucking away from it.

“Mmmm, okay, okay, that’s really cold,” he squeaked, panting hard and gasping when Cold’s tongue swept in to soothe the freezing ache. He relaxed, his head falling to the side as Cold kept licking and sucking attentively. He yelped when the ice returned unexpectedly, whining furiously in protest.

Too cold, too damn cold, able to feel the chill down in his toes. It was quickly chased away by more laps of Cold’s hot tongue, the sudden heat blurring his sight and moaning loudly.

Cold teased cubes of ice along the shaft of Jimmy’s cock, the thin lace of his panties doing little to shield him from the freezing sensation. He was shivering frantically, his balls tightening up from the frigid teasing and panting through the shudders.

The dildo came next, lubed and easily sliding in, hard and cold and unrelenting. Jimmy nearly cried, the freezing sensation pressing deep in his body without any way to find relief. It was so deep inside of him and no matter how he moved it was so freakin’ cold, and yet Cold’s blazing hot tongue was right there to counter it.

Cold was licking Jimmy’s balls as he thrusted the toy, hot and cold, cold and hot, too much and yet not enough of either sensation to chase down any kind of release. Jimmy’s cock remained aching and wet inside of his underwear, rigid and stubborn in spite of the contrasting torments.

It kept on until the safeword was almost threatening to leave Jimmy’s lips, chilled and shivering all over, screaming when Cold’s scorching mouth sucked down every inch of his cock. The dildo inside of him seemed so far away, a burning sort of ache throbbing inside of him as the nerve endings fought against the cold to restore full sensation.

Every part of his body was suddenly focused on Cold’s mouth wrapped around his cock, stunned and moaning shamelessly. It felt too damn good, and he wanted Cold to know exactly how much he was enjoying it. He whimpered and cried, pleading, “Fuck! Rod! I’m so close, so fucking close!”

Cold pulled off with a sharp gasp, his fingers grabbing Jimmy’s spit slick cock and jerking him rapidly. The dildo was twisting inside his hole, the cold weakened by the heat of his tender tissue, and everything was now hot and throbbing.

Jimmy closed his eyes, his next breath caught in his throat as he gave into Cold’s skilled fingers and came with a choked cry. Each pulse sent showers of pleasure all over him, groaning as Cold slowly withdrew the toy, watching him come all over himself with a smug little smile.

Jimmy melted down into the mattress, stretching his legs and sighing contently. He looked down at the streams of come that had splattered across his stomach and soaked his panties. “Mmmph,” he mumbled, “Wow…”

“Enjoy yourself?” Cold asked with a smirk, kissing Jimmy’s thigh.

“Uh huh,” Jimmy nodded, smiling as Cold reached up to untie the ribbons.

Cold stepped away to grab a washcloth, running it under the sink to dampen it, unable to resist a sly little wink upon his return.

Jimmy frowned in confusion, watching Cold sit down beside him to clean him up. He was about to ask what he was up to, squealing loudly when the cloth touched him.

It was ice cold!

“Hey! Ice! Iiiiiice!!” Jimmy squeaked, laughing hysterically as Cold ran the cloth all over his stomach until there were tears in his eyes. “Ahhh, come on! Asshole!”

Cold grinned, finally relenting and kissing Jimmy sweetly, mumbling, “Mmm… how rude.”

Jimmy grabbed the washcloth and squeezed out some of water right on top of Cold’s head. He grinned triumphantly, giggling at the sour expression on Cold’s face.

“I suppose I deserved that,” Cold drawled, flicking some of the water from off his forehead.

“I should have dumped some ice down your shirt,” Jimmy snickered.

“I would love to see you try,” Cold challenged, mischief curling his lips.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, snatching up a few of the half melted cubes left in the dish and pounced. He didn’t quite succeed in getting the ice anywhere near Cold’s collar, but considering the resulting tryst that erupted as a result of their wrestling, he still considered it a win.

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and has a Happy New Year! This is the very last Sexy Saturday post before 2020 – can you believe it?! Thank you to all you wonderful fans for making 2019 so amazing! Now – onto the smut! Another Kinktober prompt from the vault: angry sex!

Warnings: NSFW/angry rough sex/closet abuse

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Jimmy wanted angry sex. He wanted Cold to fuck him with hate and bitterness, to fuck him and punish him, to thoroughly use every inch of him in total thoughtless fury.

The problem was…

It was apparently very difficult to piss off Boss Cold.

Jimmy had tried little things: leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, elbows on the table during dinner, chewing with his mouth open.

He got disgruntled glares, firm corrections, but none of the unbridled rage he was seeking. Cold had definitely earned his icy moniker, his anger rarely palpable and only a cool, aloof annoyance permeating through. It wasn’t enough.

It was time to take desperate measures.

Jimmy found himself standing in front of Cold’s closet, staring into a veritable wonderland of pressed suits and silk ties. Everything was arranged meticulously by color and style, little shelves for his nearly paired shoes, and small intricate compartments for tiny things like sock garters.

It was flawless, pristine, organized beyond belief;

A perfect target.

Jimmy reached out, lightly batting the suit closest to him like a cat. He quickly withdrew, watching with wide eyes as the hanger fatally rocked, promptly depositing the jacket onto the floor.

He was struck with an immediate surge of guilt, his instincts drawing him down to pick up the suit.

No, he told himself firmly. It was too late to back out now. He could do this.

One by one, each suit crumpled to the floor. Jimmy even knocked down the shoes and tipped all the ties along with them. He left every shelf and rack completely bare, gleefully shutting the door and hopping into bed.

He shuffled out of his clothing, knowing that Cold would be home soon from a meeting with his Gentlemen. He grabbed lube from their bedside table, eagerly slicking his fingers and plunging them inside of himself.

He wanted to be ready, certain this would be enough to finally stir up Cold’s wrath.

Jimmy was getting so carried away he almost didn’t hear the bedroom doors open. He quickly threw the lube back in the drawer, pulling the blankets over himself, smiling innocently at Cold as he strolled inside.

Cold immediately froze, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. He frowned at Jimmy, asking slowly, “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Jimmy replied breathlessly, grinning slyly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Cold drawled, glancing around carefully trying to figure out what was out of place. Finding nothing amiss, he walked towards the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink, looking back at Jimmy, accusing, “You’re up to something.”

“Maaaybe,” Jimmy teased, squirming eagerly beneath the blankets.

Cold rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink and asking dryly, “Let me guess. This is another attempt to make me angry so you can have your ‘hate sex’?”

“Yup,” Jimmy replied gleefully, “and I think I’ve finally done it.”

“Doubtful,” Cold hummed thoughtfully, poking around his dresser and quickly peeking into the bathroom. He looked around the bedroom again, his eyes falling to the closet.

Jimmy smiled, batting his eyes sweetly.

Cold scowled, gulping back his drink and slamming it down with a bang on top of his dresser. He stalked toward the closet, whipping open the door and stepping inside.

Jimmy listened intently, catching a soft growl and a very exasperated sigh.

Then nothing.

He frowned, sitting up as several more seconds of silence ticked by. He was worried for a moment that his plan hadn’t worked. Maybe it really was impossible to tick off Boss Cold.

Cold slowly stepped out of the closet, carefully removing his jacket and letting it fall to the floor.

Jimmy gulped, his cock twitching at his thigh. He had never seen Cold so careless with his clothing before, not once.

Cold tilted his head, grunting as he popped his neck, his eyes closing softly. He appeared calm, but Jimmy could see how tense his shoulders were and when their eyes met, he knew he had succeeded.

Cold was absolutely enraged.

Jimmy licked his lips, asking coyly, “Something wrong?”

Cold was on him with a fury Jimmy had never seen, his pants ripping at the seam as he forced the zipper down. He pushed Jimmy onto his back, forcing his legs apart as he hissed, “You little fucking brat!”

Jimmy couldn’t help but groan, gasping as Cold’s hand curled around his throat. It wasn’t enough pressure to take away his breath, only what was necessary to keep him pinned to the bed.

Cold roughly stuck two fingers in Jimmy’s hole, two quick thrusts to find he was already wet and open. He growled loudly, and Jimmy couldn’t decide if it was from pleasure or the anger knowing that Jimmy had been expecting this.

He shoved his cock in, one quick thrust and he was already balls deep. Jimmy cried out, the sting unforgiving in spite of the prep, his hands floundering to grab onto Cold’s shoulders.

Cold smacked his hands away, growling, “Do not touch me. You’ve lost that privilege, Mr. Poe. You’re going to stay very still, keep your hands by your sides and be my very own personal fuck toy.”

Jimmy gurgled, barely able to nod before Cold started slamming into him. There was nothing kind about the brutal pace, keeping Jimmy held down tight as he fucked him savagely.

The burn faded and left Jimmy moaning and sobbing in moments. His fingers dug into the sheets, tears in his eyes as Cold pounded his ass without mercy. His head was absolutely swimming, his cock leaking and bouncing against his stomach from every rough thrust.

Cold released his throat to slap both hands against Jimmy’s thighs, spreading his legs wide. “You’re not even fit to take my come,” he raged. “I’m going to bust all over your fucking face like the little brat you are.”

Jimmy whimpered needfully, his head bobbling obediently. Yes, he’d been bad. He had to be punished. His cries were hitting an entire symphony of broken octaves, wailing as Cold flipped him over on his stomach.

Cold shoved his face against the mattress, sinking his thick cock back inside of him without any care, the brutal rhythm starting anew. He twisted his fingers into Jimmy’s hair, leaning over him and hissing in his ear, “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Poe? To anger me so I’d fuck you like a whore?”

“Yes,” Jimmy moaned tearfully, screaming when Cold viciously spanked his ass.

“Yes, what?” Cold shouted angrily.

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy sobbed, yelping as Cold fucked him even harder, his hips certainly leaving bruises from the violent way their bodies were colliding. Relief never came, completely trapped by the ruthless hammering of Cold’s cock.

Cold was being downright cruel, Jimmy sobbing pitifully against the sheets as he took it all. He could feel Cold’s rage in the brutal way he fucked him, the mean way he smacked his ass and the thoughtless twist of his fingers through his hair.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

To be used, demeaned, punished.

Jimmy had been bad, he’d made Cold angry, and he had to pay for it. He couldn’t stop crying, the beautiful heat boiling in his body blurring his vision and making his loins ache. He knew Cold was getting close, the slam of his cock becoming erratic and frenzied.

Jimmy screamed again when Cold spanked his tender ass again with bruising force, bursting into a fresh fit of tears and wailing, “Oh, God…”

“There is no God here,” Cold snarled cruelly. “Only me.”

Jimmy cried, full of shame and bliss from being used so forcefully, his body submitting completely. He moaned desperately when Cold suddenly pulled out, snapping, “Roll over, Mr. Poe. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy mumbled, struggling to turn and face Cold. He gasped when his hair was yanked roughly, finding the swollen and leaking head of Cold’s cock right in his face.

He opened his mouth, his lashes fluttering as the first hot spurt of come hit his cheek. The heat of Cold’s spunk was nothing compared to the blazing flush of his face, the liquid almost refreshing by comparison. He took every splash like a good boy, licking what he could from around his mouth and chin, peering up at Cold with wide eyes.

Cold’s grip in his hair relaxed, bowing down to tenderly kiss his forehead. He sighed haggardly, petting over Jimmy’s scalp where he had been so mean, snorting, “Are you satisfied now?”

Jimmy’s hole was raw and throbbing, his ass was on fire from the brutal spankings, and the come on his face was starting to congeal. Other than the ache in his dick, he felt absolutely fantastic.

“Not quite yet,” Jimmy teased breathlessly, humming softly as Cold began to clean him up. He pouted, asking eagerly, “Can I please come now?”

“After you’re done with your punishment,” Cold drawled, lightly bopping Jimmy on the nose.

“What?” Jimmy scoffed, blinking rapidly. “What’s left?”

“Cleaning up that awful mess you made of my closet,” Cold informed him with a quick kiss. “Obviously.”

Jimmy whined, but couldn’t help the crooked grin curling his lips. He was more than happy to accept his penance, agreeing dutifully, “Yes, sir.”

Yeah, I didn’t actually post a Sexy Saturday entry. I posted some pictures of puppies. Google Nick Bateman and thank me later. XD

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I hope you are all having a fantastic weekend! Today’s post is another one from my Kinktober vault because I’ve been crazy busy trying to finish the Cold Hard Cash sequel – one more chapter to go! Whew! Hope you enjoy Cold and Jimmy having some fun with a new gag!

Warnings: NSFW/gags/bondage

~*~

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Cold replied innocently.

“That!” Jimmy exclaimed, pointing to the large steel hook hanging from their bedroom ceiling.

It had definitely not been there when he left for class that morning.

“Ah, that,” Cold purred, strolling up to Jimmy’s side with a little smirk. “It’s to help improve the quality of your lessons.”

“Oh, shit,” Jimmy said quietly, gazing up at the hook as all the erotic possibilities tumbled over him. His cock twitched in his pants, asking, “How soon can we start?”

“Now if you’d like?” Cold suggested, squeezing Jimmy’s hips.

“Absolutely,” Jimmy nodded eagerly.

Cold chuckled, always amused by his young lover’s exuberance. He trailed his fingers down Jimmy’s spine, his voice becoming firm as he ordered, “Then strip, Mr. Poe. Only from the waist up.”

Jimmy practically tore his shirt off, watching Cold pull out a thick coil of rope and approach him. He swallowed nervously, not sure what was about to happen but unable to hide his excitement.

“Safeword?” Cold asked.

“Ice,” Jimmy replied breathlessly.

“Kneel,” Cold commanded.

Jimmy dropped down obediently, all smiles as Cold expertly bound his hands together. The excess rope was strung into the hook above them, Cold pulling it tight until Jimmy’s arms were raised high above his head.

Jimmy took a deep breath, testing the draw of the rope. Any higher and he would have to raise his body up to prevent the rope pulling on his wrists. He looked up at Cold, his stomach light and bubbling with anticipation.

Cold was getting something from the bedside, returning soon with a gag.

Oh, but this wasn’t Jimmy’s normal ball gag. This one was new, made of shiny black vinyl and instead of a ball it had an open ring of silicone shaped like a pair of lush red lips.

“Fuck,” Jimmy panted, staring at the new toy in awe. It took him a few seconds before he realized he had seen it before. He narrowed his eyes at Cold accusingly, asking slowly, “Been looking at my wish lists?”

“It’s not my fault you forget to close your browser,” Cold pointed out smugly.

“Fair enough,” Jimmy snorted.

“Now,” Cold was quick to ask, “your non-verbal signals?”

“Two fingers for slow down,” Jimmy replied with a nod, “two fists to stop.”

“Good boy,” Cold purred, a gentle hand petting through Jimmy’s hair.

Jimmy sighed softly at the loving touch, opening his mouth expectantly.

Cold carefully set the gag in Jimmy’s mouth, buckling the straps around his head and checking the fit. He stepped back to admire the gorgeous sight, palming the bulge in his pants as he purred, “And don’t you look lovely…”

Jimmy couldn’t answer him, licking over the fresh and strong taste of silicone in his mouth. His cock was hard in his jeans, a sharp contrast to the gelatin quality of his other muscles. He was relaxed and ready, his eyes wide with want as he looked up at Cold.

Cold slid his hands down the rope, playfully ruffling through Jimmy’s hair again before beginning to unbutton his pants and pull his fly open.

Jimmy tensed, tugging impatiently at the ropes as he watched every flick of Cold’s fingers intently. He was already salivating when he saw the thick head of Cold’s cock peeking out from his boxers.

Cold stepped forward, rubbing his cock along the strap of the gag, under Jimmy’s nose, sighing, “You wanted to learn about gags, my love. The benefit of silence, unspoken compliance…”

Jimmy moaned softly, trying to tilt his head to catch Cold’s cock into his mouth.

Cold allowed just the head to pass through the silicone lips, only enough for Jimmy’s tongue to catch a brief taste of him, continuing to drawl, “To learn patience… Obedience. Submission.”

Jimmy groaned quietly, the first hint of drool bubbling up around his bottom lip.

Cold saw it, the wetness catching the light. He visibly shuddered at the sight, pushing his cock through the hole in the gag and sighing audibly when he felt the wet heat of Jimmy’s mouth surround him.

Jimmy’s eyes fluttered shut, grunting as Cold’s cock worked in and out of his mouth. He couldn’t swallow all the saliva pooling in his cheeks, helpless as Cold slowly fucked his throat. He was relaxed enough to control his gag reflex, breathing in between each thrust as Cold pushed deeper.

Cold ran his nails through Jimmy’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he purred, “Beautiful.” His fingers held on firmly, his cock thrusting in deep and holding for a few seconds. “You can take it, Mr. Poe… I know you can.”

Jimmy tensed, working through the urge to choke and quickly inhaling when Cold pulled out. He could feel drool dripping down his chin and onto his chest, his eyes watering as he gazed up adoringly at his lover.

Cold stuck his cock back inside Jimmy’s mouth, holding again and sighing pleasurably as he twitched. He started fucking his throat hard, watching all the drool oozing from Jimmy’s lips and slicking up around his shaft.

Jimmy let the restraints take his weight, leaning forward into every brutal slam of Cold’s hot cock. Tears were racing down his face like rivers, joining the moisture at his chin and oozing down his chest. He felt so happy that he could bring Cold such pleasure, his heart racing when he got the first taste of come splashing over his tongue.

“My good boy,” Cold grunted, his hips stuttering throughout his climax. “Such a fucking good boy for me.”

Jimmy whimpered, trying to swallow, trying to suck it all down, but most of Cold’s come ended up drooling out from the sides of the gag. He panted quickly, whining when Cold pulled away, his tongue eagerly chasing every drop of the spilled load that he could get.

Cold hummed softly, tracing a finger over Jimmy’s wet chin, admiring all the fluids that had collected there. He knelt in front of him, his long fingers petting Jimmy’s hard cock through his jeans as he sighed, “You’ve been so very good for me. Are you ready to come, Mr. Poe?”

Jimmy nodded eagerly, rutting up against Cold’s hand. This was his reward. This is what he got because he’d been such a good boy. He moaned the moment Cold’s fingers touched his cock, wet with his own drool and tears, curling around him firmly.

Cold stroked him slowly at first, speeding up and mouthing at the damp skin of his chest. He licked up all the spit, nuzzling into it, jerking Jimmy’s cock until he was shuddering in ecstasy. He hummed again, pleased with the mess on his hand, purring, “So very good…”

Jimmy’s eyes fluttered closed as Cold untied his hands and removed the gag, gently massaging his wrists and checking his fingers. He wiped him down with a warm cloth and soft little kisses, picking him up and taking him into bed to finish cleaning up.

Jimmy stretched his jaw, sore from being open so long, mumbling happily as Cold tended to the last bit of the mess. These tender moments were among Jimmy’s favorites to share with his boyfriend, watching him fondly.

Cold had a small smile on his face, stripping Jimmy down and continuing to wipe him off. Every movement was absolutely worshipful and reverent, leaving Jimmy warm and clean. He snuggled up to Cold’s chest, sighing as he pulled the blankets up over them and kissed his hair.

“Fuck, I love you,” Jimmy gushed.

“I know,” Cold replied with a warm smile, asking softly, “How was that, Jimmy? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Mmm, well,” Jimmy said cheerfully, “it was very educational.”

“Your lessons are important to me,” Cold chuckled, taking Jimmy’s hand again and rubbing his wrist where the impression of the rope lingered.

“I can’t believe you actually got me that gag! It was even the right color!” Jimmy laughed.

“It’s what you wanted,” Cold said with a shrug. “I do pay attention, Jimmy… and your browser history is hardly discreet.”

Jimmy pursed his lips thoughtfully, asking slowly, “Did you happen to buy anything else off my wish lists?”

Cold grinned, kissing Jimmy’s palm and answering slyly, “Mm, we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

Sexy Saturday! Yay! Today is gonna be a taste of more Captain Hook and Mr. Bell having some very naughty adventures! Only three more chapters left to write for the Cold Hard Cash sequel and editing is almost done on my vampire novel! Woo-hoo! I hope you all enjoy the smut and have a kick ass weekend!

Warnings: NSFW/spanking/light bondage XD

~*~

Peter Pan had been victorious, saving the day and defeating the dreaded Captain Hook.

Hook had nearly been killed by that damn crocodile, the very one who had made a meal of his hand all those years ago. Gobbled up and certain he was being left for dead, he was very surprised to be spat up only moments later.

“No taste for foul pirates,” Bell laughed, though Hook swore there a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes.

“What should we do with him?” Peter wondered.

“Put him in the stocks for everyone to see,” Bell suggested, flitting over to perch on Peter’s shoulder. “Let everyone see how far the mighty Captain Hook has fallen.”

“Done.”

Hook was left there while everyone was off celebrating, his wrists bound in chains, hanging from the rough stocks right in the middle of the town square. His hook was gone, as was his hat, and most of his dignity. He had been pelted with rotten fruit and stones, covered in filth and his lip was crusted in blood.

Should have let the damn crocodile finish him off, he thought bitterly. This humiliation was miserable.

“You poor thing,” Bell’s voice greeted him, deliberately walking up from behind him so he couldn’t turn to look at him. “All locked up and helpless… mmm, looks nice on you.”

Hook gritted his teeth, aware that Bell was fully sized judging by the sound of his footsteps. “Hello, Mr. Bell. Come to gloat, have you?”

“In part,” Bell said, his hands sliding up Hook’s hips and squeezing. “I have other reasons…”

Hook shivered at his touch, wishing he could see what Bell was up to back there. “And those other reasons are?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Bell teased, reaching around and unbuckling Hook’s belt. His hands slipped inside his pants, finding his cock and stroking him slowly.

“What in seven hells-“ Hook spat, gasping sharply when Bell squeezed him. “Mmmph, what are you doing, little fairy?”

“Whatever I want,” Bell taunted, his nimble fingers working fast.

“Someone might see you,” Hook warned, getting hard quickly, trying to buck down into Bell’s hand. “Better hurry.”

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Bell giggled, not allowing Hook any more friction than what he was willing to give him – which wasn’t very much . “I like this… being able to finally touch you, watching you squirm for me…”

Hook growled.

“Starting to understand why you always liked tying me up.” Bell pulled his hand away, moving again and Hook couldn’t tell what he was doing.

Then he felt the hot slide of Bell’s tongue on his dick, groaning softly. The little fairy was down on his knees, right there beneath him, taking his cock into his mouth and sucking every inch.

Bell was fondling his balls, a gentle massage with his palm, squeezing the base of his dick as he bobbed his head. He was moaning so eagerly, leaving Hook to wonder what his other hand was doing.

Hook groaned again, loving the heat and the slippery swipe of Bell’s tongue working over his cock. “God, if only Peter Pan could see you like this. Sucking my cock and touching yourself, hm?”

“Shut up,” Bell hissed, diving back down on Hook’s cock with a noisy slurp.

“Damn!” Hook grunted, his hand clenching and tugging at the stocks. He was close, right at the edge, feeling the tension in his thighs and hips winding down tight until there – there, it was there in his loins and he right about to…

Bell pulled off with a juicy smack of his lips, sighing, “Mmm, well, that was lovely.”

“Ohhhh, you little monster,” Hook hissed furiously. “You’d best finish what needs attending or no amount of clapping will bring you back from where I send you!”

“Pretty big talk from the man all locked up,” Bell cooed, rising from his knees and finally circling around to where Hook could see him.

Hook glared, feeling absolutely ridiculous with his cock hanging out and totally helpless. Someone could pass by at any moment and see him like this, gritting his teeth as he spat, “Why are you doing this, hmm? To torture me? Drive me mad?”

“Why? Is it working?” Bell smiled sweetly, his wings flitting playfully.

“Damn you, you rotten little firefly from hell,” Hook grumbled, yanking at the stocks in frustration.

“Aw, and here I was about to give you a present,” Bell pouted, hovering up above the ground and reaching beneath his skirt.

Hook froze, watching Bell’s hands intently. He was still angry, but this was taking a much more pleasing direction. “A present…?”

“For being such a model prisoner.” Bell’s fluttering wings kept him suspended in the air, the tip of his cock peeking out from his panties and pressing close enough for Hook to see the glittering precome.

“Mm, is that for me?” Hook’s anger was fading, licking his lips slowly. Unexpected, but pleasant enough to calm him.

“Maybe,” Bell said, palming himself lewdly. “Maybe I’ve decided if you take care of me… I’ll get you out of there for a little while and take care of you.”

Hook’s aching balls really hoped this wasn’t a trick.

“How about it?”

Hook rolled his eyes dramatically as if deeply offended by the proposition… and then opened his mouth.

Bell squeaked in delight, hooking his long legs over the top of the stocks and pulling his panties aside so his cock could spring forth. He was able to keep himself hovering just like that, his groin right there in Hook’s face. He guided his dick up to his waiting mouth, rubbing along his lower lip. “Mmm… come on, Captain.”

Hook wasn’t able to push forward, forced to stick out his tongue to get a taste. He licked and licked, groaning as Bell began to slowly push inside his mouth. He firmly wrapped his lips around his shaft, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard.

Bell was staring down at him in awe, his wings a fantastic blur as he rocked forward. His cock was quickly getting wet from Hook’s drool, thrusting deeper still and moaning excitedly. “Yes, there, just like that… oh, I should have known your mouth would be positively wicked.”

Hook grunted in reply, swallowing back the tickle in his throat and continuing to suck. Bell was getting so into it, bucking into his mouth and stroking the top of his head adoringly. The attention made Hook’s own bits ache for some of his own, but he kept at it.

Bell’s little body was moving faster, daring to push all the way in and fucking Hook’s throat. His eyes were glassy and his lips parted with a soft cry, gasping, “Oh, my Captain… yes, fuck, yes! Look at you… mmmm, you feel so good!”

Hook clenched his fist, wishing he could touch, growling as he hung his mouth wide open for Bell to take all he wanted. A sudden flood of come filled his mouth, swallowing it all down and groaning as Bell rode his face to wring out every last shiver of pleasure.

“Mmmm… Captain…” Bell groaned happily, pulling his spent cock out and gently wiping off Hook’s chin. “That was fantastic.”

“Do you consider yourself taken care of?” Hook asked calmly, stretching his jaw out with a faint pop.

“Oh, very much so.” Bell fluttered back to the ground, dragging his hands across the stocks. They magically opened and the chains dropped at Hook’s feet.

Hook stood up, his muscles stiff from being held in such an awkward position for so long. He reached for Bell, dragging him close and growling, “Now… I believe it’s my turn, Mr. Bell.”

Bell was shivering with excitement, wiggling in Hook’s grasp and teasing, “Mmm, are you going to tie me up, Captain?”

“Not quite, but I have some ideas,” Hook chuckled, guiding Bell’s hands into the stocks. He didn’t force his head down, but closed the top down on his wrists to keep him in place. “There… now that’s lovely.”

Bell glanced coyly back at Hook over his shoulder, arching his ass up so that his panties peeked out from beneath his short skirt. “Whatever are you going to do with me?”

Hook slid his hand over the curve of Bell’s butt, teasing along the hem of his panties. He smirked again, replying casually, “Fuck you until you’re dripping, perhaps leave you here for your precious Peter to find you…”

Bell whimpered.

“Would you like that?” Hook taunted. “Let him see how I’ve soiled your precious body?”

“Yes,” Bell cried, wiggling desperately.

Hook lamented the loss of his hook, the thought barely leaving his mind before there was a flash of light and it appeared at his wrist. He grinned, using the tip to push up Bell’s skirt. “I see someone wanted the full fantasy, eh?”

Bell turned back to gaze hungrily at Hook, panting softly, “Wouldn’t be the same without it.”

Hook turned his wrist, catching Bell’s panties with his hook and jerking them down with a loud rip. The thin fabric was shredded, enjoying Bell’s approving squeal. He slid a finger around his hole, grinning wickedly when he found him already open and wet. “My, my… someone did come prepared, didn’t they?”

“Come on,” Bell said impatiently, trying to push back on Hook’s hand.

Hook was certainly as eager, watching the blunt head of his cock push inside Bell’s tight ass. The glide was smooth, maddeningly perfect, and he treasured every broken sound the gorgeous fairy made.

He pushed until Bell was totally filled, twisting his hook into his skirts to pull him back as he started to thrust. He wanted to leave Bell screaming and ruined for anyone else, their future unknown except for sharing this moment.

Hot, passionate, both of them craving this connection and the very forbidden nature making it a thousand times more intense.

Hook leered, rearing back his hand and cracking his palm across Bell’s ass. He drove himself cruelly, making the fairy scream and moan without care, loving every frantic sound.

Bell’s head was hanging limp, pulling at the stocks as Hook picked up the pace. It was amazing what the fairy could take, spreading his legs for a deeper angle as his wings fluttered wildly.

Hook wanted Bell all for himself, entertaining fantasies of taking him aboard the Jolly Roger and sailing away forever. What adventures they could have – and the sex, oh, the sex would be incredible.

But a fantasy was all it could be, his stomach dropping with the knowledge the little fairy would never leave that blasted Peter Pan.

He had to make this count, roaring as he threw his entire weight in the mighty slams that dared to carry them both to a blissful end. He clung to Bell, gripping him hard as if he was about to disappear right before his very eyes.

Hook filled him up as promised, sliding his hand around to squeeze his cock and grinning as Bell came all over his fingers almost instantly. He wiped the mess off on Bell’s rumpled skirts, panting, “It’s been fun, Mr. Bell.”

“Uh huh,” Bell gasped, groaning as Hook pulled out. He reached back, his hand magically free of the stocks to touch his gaping, wet hole. He was smiling, pink and happy, sticking out his tongue as he complained, “You’ve absolutely ruined my dress.”

“And I will again, given half a chance,” Hook snorted, watching Bell pull up his shredded panties and smooth down his skirt. He was pleased that Bell didn’t use his magic to clean away the mess, enjoying the thought that the fairy had chosen to be left dripping with his seed.

Even sitting beside his beloved Peter Pan, it would be Hook’s come keeping his panties damp.

“You owe me a new one, Captain,” Bell declared, standing tall with his hands on his hips. He looked perfectly debauched, his lips plump and his hair a mess, never mind the wrinkles still left in his skirts.

“Oh? And how do you expect I’ll be replacing it?” Hook nodded at the stocks. “It’s only a matter of time before I have to return to my new home, you know.”

“You’ll take me to where I got this one, obviously,” Bell snorted, stepping into Hook’s space and sliding his hands up his chest.

“I will?” Hook’s arms hesitantly curled around Bell’s waist. He didn’t know where this was going, but he was quite intrigued.

“You will,” Bell confirmed, his eyes wide and full of mischief. “Come on, Captain Hook… let’s run away.”

“You’re serious?” Hook scoffed, searching Bell’s face for any signs of deception.

“Yes.”

“Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical…”

“What do you have to lose, Captain?” Bell leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Run away with me,” he urged sweetly. “There’s nothing left for either of us here in Never Never Land. Peter has his family, his victory…”

“My ship,” Hook grumbled, trying to hide how that kiss made him blush. They’d never kissed before – and Bell tasted even sweeter than he could have ever imagined, resisting the urge to dive in for more of his lips.

“We don’t need it,” Bell insisted. “Just pick a happy thought and we’ll fly wherever we want to. What do you say?”

“I’d say I still want my damn ship,” Hook protested, adding quickly, “But I am happy to accept your terms, Mr. Bell.”

“Dress first, ship later.”

“Then we have an accord,” Hook purred, giving into temptation and claiming a passionate kiss.

“Mmmm,” Bell hummed happily, his wings fluttering excitedly. “Come on. Let’s get out of here! I’m thinking a black dress…”

“You realize that when we purchase this new dress,” Hook said firmly, “I will be tying you up and ruining it shortly there after?”

“Aye aye, Captain!”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Here is a tasty sneak peek at the Cold Hard Cash sequel! Jimmy’s been a bad boy and Cold is gonna help set him straight. Hope everyone had a wonderful Turkey Day and the rest of your holiday weekend kicks some booty!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/all that good stuff

~*~

“How many times did you lie to your father, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked firmly.

“At least five,” Jimmy said, a quick flash of shame curling in his stomach, “and seven times to Maury.”

“Twelve little lies,” Cold tutted, the tips of his fingers touching the base of Jimmy’s spine. “I think twelve spankings is a good start to your punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy closed his eyes, his entire body melting as he prepared himself for the first blow. He needed this so badly, he needed to be good.

Cold’s hand cracked across Jimmy’s left cheek with a loud pop, counting out loud, “One.”

Jimmy flinched, taking a deep breath as his skin stung in the most delicious way. The first strike was the easiest although his body tried to move away. He held fast, gasping as Cold spanked the same cheek again.

“Two.”

This one burned a little more after the initial slap, but Jimmy breathed through it.

“Three…”

Jimmy jerked, groaning as Cold put more force behind this spanking. He gritted his teeth, his flesh starting to throb softly. He wanted Cold to switch to the other side, but he showed no signs of changing.

“Four.”

“Oh…” Jimmy whimpered.

“Five.”

“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy’s cheek felt scalded now and he ducked his head down. His face was hot, seeking the cool fabric of the comforter to soothe him. His breathing was becoming more ragged, knowing he wasn’t even halfway done with his punishment yet and his thoughts were starting to fog.

“Six.”

“Fuck!”

“Seven. Eight. Nine.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy began to sob, rocking back and forth on his knees as he sought relief from the pain. It burned and throbbed, his entire body strung out from a blinding rush of adrenaline.

He took several shaking breaths, groaning when Cold’s palm smoothed over his abused cheek. The burn seemed to radiate across his skin and Cold’s soft touch was like a ripple over a small pond that sent waves of sensation over Jimmy’s entire body.

“Ten.”

Jimmy sobbed, clawing at the bed as his eyes began to water.

“Eleven.”

Jimmy gritted his teeth, telling himself there was only one more, just one more to bare and it would be over.

But the twelfth never came.

Instead, Cold was rummaging around in their beside drawer, ordering, “Don’t move, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy froze, panting and trying to twist his head without compromising his position to see what Cold was doing. He swallowed back his tears, sniffing softly, “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

“On the contrary,” Cold replied, “you were splendid, but I’m not done with your punishment yet.” He moved back behind Jimmy, securing a snug cock ring around his balls and shaft. He checked the fit with a firm tug, asking, “Yes?”

“It’s fine, sir,” Jimmy said, the pressure in his balls already starting to build. He was relaxed now, turning his cheek against the bed as Cold’s freshly lubricated fingers began to play around his hole.

Slick silicone pressed inside of him and Jimmy recognized the familiar vibrating toy. It was set on low for now, a pleasant flutter compared to the throbbing still resonating through his spanked cheek. He shifted his hips, rocking back against Cold’s hand as pushed them toy all the way inside.

“I don’t understand,” Jimmy whined quietly. “What’s, what’s my punishment, sir?”

“This,” Cold said, turning the strength of the vibrations up before grabbing Jimmy’s hips. His monstrous cock pressed against Jimmy’s ass, separated only by the cloth of his pants. “You’re going to stay here, just like this, without touching yourself. Do you understand?”

“Wait, wait!” Jimmy whined, groaning as the vibrations increased. “What if I come? What if… What if I’m not good?”

“Oh, you’ll be perfect,” Cold promised. “I know you will be.”

Jimmy jerked his head up when he realized Cold was leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t know what the range was on that damn remote for the plug, but it had to be pretty darn far because the pulsing was only getting stronger.

He bowed his head back down, staring dumbly between his legs at his dripping cock. It was swollen and red, glistening with oozing precome and the vibrations were absolutely relentless. Cold hadn’t said he couldn’t come, and he didn’t know if he was honestly would be able to stop himself if he had.

Jimmy rocked back and forth on his elbows, pushing himself flat against the bed. The pressure of the comforter was too much and before he knew it, he was coming, grinding clumsily down to chase the intense shivers of his orgasm. He kept humping the bed, crying softly as the vibrations took him from pleasure to severe overstimulation.

The pulsing relaxed to a dull hum, Jimmy’s balls absolutely aching from coming so fast. His head actually hurt from the rush, mindlessly rutting his hips in little circles. He was still hard, his cheek still stinging, and that damn plug was still vibrating away.

He could feel sweat breaking out all over his skin, his heart pounding down between his legs as the toy’s vibrations began to slowly pick back up. It took several minutes before they were at full strength, Jimmy left struggling and moaning as he fought not to touch himself. He wanted to come again so badly, anything to grant relief from the incredible pressure.

Jimmy started grinding against the bed again, too desperate to be ashamed of himself. He started moaning more loudly, grabbing a hold of the far edge of the mattress for leverage as he fucked the bed. Being trapped between his stomach and the comforter wasn’t nearly enough friction for his cock, but the vibrations were pounding away inside of him against his prostate and he was so miserably close.

He started to pant, trying to get himself there as fast as he could. The taste of climax felt like it was only moments away, his cock and balls throbbing as he climbed closer and closer to the edge.

And then the vibrations stopped.

Jimmy groaned in frustration at the loss of stimulation, trying to rub his cock and catch the right angle to make himself come. “Fuck! Mmmph! Come on!”

“Mmm, look at you,” Cold’s voice suddenly purred from behind him. “So desperate, so full of need… how many times did you come, Mr. Poe?”

“Just once, sir,” Jimmy replied with a needy little whine. “I was so close, please… Please, I wanna come.”

“No.” Cold held Jimmy’s hip, carefully pulling out the toy and setting it aside to clean up later. He spread Jimmy’s cheeks apart, squeezing the tender one purposely and chuckling when Jimmy wiggled. “Not yet. Not until you’re nice and full, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy wanted to scream, but he held it in, relaxing when Cold pressed his bare cock against his hole. He groaned greedily as Cold pushed inside, the slide slick and easy, taking in every thick inch. He sighed in relief when Cold finally released the cock ring, a fresh rush of blood feeding the burning between his legs.

“There,” Cold purred, thrusting into Jimmy slow and deep. He held Jimmy’s hips tightly, “Just like that, Mr. Poe… my good boy… my perfect, good boy…”

“Yours,” Jimmy cried, his thighs shaking as he clung to the bed to ground himself. He couldn’t take much more, his entire body wrung out with pleasure and pain. “All yours, forever…”

Cold’s pace began to pick up, growling fiercely, “Are you ready to come for me, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes! Please, please, please!”

“Then fucking come!”

Jimmy didn’t hesitate, reaching down to grab himself with a firm hand. He began to stroke, sobbing as he felt his climax stealing away any rational senses and forcing his breath to catch. “Rod! Oh, God! God!”

Cold’s hand came down with one final crack on Jimmy’s ass.

“Fuck!” Jimmy screamed, his vision whiting out as he came hard and shuddered with pleasure. He could feel the echoes of Cold’s firm hand all the way down in his toes, whimpering weakly.

Cold pulled out to finish, grunting as he spilled all over Jimmy’s well spanked ass. Jimmy could hear the smirk in his voice as Cold teased, “Twelve.”

Hey kits and kittens! Today’s Sexy Saturday is something super fun! Imagine that Tinkerbell is a lovely boy fairy and he decides to make a deal with Captain Hook, add some tasty smut, and voila! Definitely inspired by the movie Hook and a prompt I got on Tumblr, I hope you enjoy today’s post!

Warnings: NSFW/bondage/cross-dressing because even if he’s a boy Bell is wearing that skimpy little green dress XD

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“Seven days,” Bell swore, marching boldly across Captain Hook’s desk. “In seven days, I promise you that I can get Peter Pan back into fighting shape!”

“That bloated, fumbling codfish is not a Pan,” Hook snarled, tempted to grab the little fairy and crush him right in his hand. “He’s completely forgotten Neverland. He’s forgotten everything!”

“Come on! You promised your men the war of the century,” Bell went on defiantly. “Do you want to be remembered as a bully or as the great warrior who defeated a heroic Pan?”

Hook bared his teeth in an angry sneer.

“Seven days,” Bell repeated firmly. “Give me a week and I can get him back into shape so you can have your stinky little war.”

“Two days,” Hook countered, slamming his hook into the desk right in front of Bell.

“Four!” Bell’s wings flickered, flying up to stand on the curve of the captain’s hook. “Bare minimum for a decent Pan.”

“Three days,” Hook offered, his face suddenly transforming into a coy smile, “and you let me tie you up… for old times’ sake.”

Bell’s face flushed, glaring up at Hook as he hissed, “That was a long time ago! You had freakin’ kidnapped me! It’s not-“

“But didn’t we have such a lovely evening?” Hook teased, his anger fading as a seductive demeanor took its place. “I seem to recall our time together being very productive… did you ever tell Peter how you can change your size?”

“No!” Bell snapped, zooming up to stick his finger right in Hook’s face. “And neither will you! It’s our secret!”

“Mmm, if only there was such a way for you to convince me to keep it to myself,” Hook drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“You bastard!” Bell seethed. “You promised!”

“Pirate,” Hook reminded smugly, tilting his head like a cat about to pounce. “Come along, Bell. You know I can make all your wishes come true…”

Bell wordlessly flitted back down to Hook’s desk and closed his eyes. There was a flash and a sparkle of fairy dust, now full sized and practically in Hook’s lap. He leaned back on his hands, staring up at the pirate. “Well?”

“Look at you, Mr. Bell,” Hook purred approvingly, his eyes roaming hungrily over Bell’s lean body. He slid his hand and hook up his bare thighs, standing up to press himself close. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Bell’s lashes fluttered, his skin turning a delightful shade of pink from his cheeks to his chest. The front of his skirt was already tenting, proof of his arousal, demanding huskily, “Still keep silk rope in the bottom drawer?”

“So eager, are we?” Hook taunted, squeezing Bell’s hip and nuzzling along his throat. “Mm, what would your beloved Pan say if he knew how much you love Captain Hook’s cock…”

“Shut up,” Bell grumbled, moaning in surprise when Hook bit down on his shoulder.

Hook slid his hand up Bell’s skirt, feeling him up through his panties. He traced the line of his dick, finding a damp spot around the head and chuckling cruelly. “Mm, look how wet you are for me, little fairy…”

“Let’s go,” Bell huffed, squirming impatiently, “or the deal is off.”

“Tsk tsk,” Hook clicked his tongue. “Always in such a hurry, little Bell. You really should slow down.”

Bell’s wings buzzed in annoyance, reaching forward and cupping Hook’s groin. “Doesn’t feel like you want me to slow down!”

Hook smirked, grabbing Bell’s wrist and twisting it back. “Now, now, don’t you remember the rules? No touching, Mr. Bell.”

Bell yelped, groaning as Hook rolled him over onto his stomach. He arched his ass up, his long legs parting invitingly.

Keeping Bell’s arm pinned behind his back, Hook retrieved a long coil of rope from his desk. He tied Bell’s wrists together, nice and tight, though being mindful of his wings.

Hook knew Bell wouldn’t struggle any more, greedily squeezing his ass through the folds of his skirt.

“Come on,” Bell groaned desperately, his fingers curling into tight fists and tugging at the ropes. “I’m ready for you, Captain!”

“Patience, little fairy,” Hook chastised, pushing Bell’s skirt out of his way and using his hook to tease along the hem. “I want to enjoy this. After all, I do intend to kill your precious Pan and you simply wouldn’t have me after that.”

Bell whimpered at the sensation of Hook steel grazing across his skin, his wings fluttering for a moment before going still. “Yes, Captain,” he said quietly, bowing his head down.

Hook grinned, absolutely delighted, tugging Bell’s panties over and pressing his thumb up against his hole. He was already magically slick and open, Hook testing the fit with his thumb and pressing in slowly.

Bell gasped, eagerly pushing back against Hook’s hand. He was squirming again. “Captain, please…”

Hook used his hook to keep Bell’s panties pulled aside, opening up the fly of his trousers. “Maybe I won’t let you go this time,” he mused, pulling out his cock and sliding between Bell’s cheeks. “Maybe I’ll keep you here, just like this…”

“No,” Bell protested, writhing and twisting his head. “Never! I would never stay with you!”

“Your body betrays your tongue’s lies,” Hook chuckled, watching Bell trying to catch his cock with little wiggles of his hips and push back on it. “I could be so good to you, little fairy… you would make such a fine pet.”

Bell groaned, low and deep, tugging at the rope again and glaring back at Hook. “No man will ever keep me, Captain… not even you.”

“We’ll see about that,” Hook purred, finally tilting his hips forward and pushing his cock into Bell’s tight hole. The exquisite heat wrapped around him made him gasp, the world forgotten as he slipped deeper and deeper.

Bell mewled beautifully, his wings flickering and sparkling as he took on every thick inch.

Hook began to fuck him, hook dragging Bell’s panties roughly and ripping the delicate fabric. He grabbed hold of the rope, using it to hang on as he pounded into him.

Bell was moaning and shuddering with every mean slam, his lips parting in a blissed out smile. Despite all of his protests and arguing, it was crystal clear he loved every second of this.

Hook showed no mercy, driving himself into Bell’s ass relentlessly and only seeking pleasure for himself. He couldn’t help but taunt his captive lover, purring, “Oh, how you adore this… being used… being completely mine…”

Bell cried out, unable to deny it when Hook was balls deep inside of him and making him sing so shamelessly. “Yes,” he gasped, “Captain, yes… I love it…”

Hook twisted Bell’s panties around his hook, sinking the point down into the desk to keep him pinned firmly in place as he continued to ravage him. He ran his hand up the small of Bell’s back, dragging his nails along his spine.

He knew this couldn’t last much longer – all of his crew and that sorry excuse for Peter Pan were waiting outside. He had to make the most of this, growling ferociously and throwing his weight in every mean buck of his hips.

Hook could feel Bell’s impossibly tight ass clenching down on him, his own end coming all too soon. He fucked the gorgeous fairy as hard as he could, a reminder that no one else would be able to bring him such pleasure.

“Captain!” Bell screamed, his little body jerking in bliss as he came. His wings sparkled gorgeously, every bit of his skin glowing with the force of his climax.

Hook let the sensation overtake him, pumping his load deep and growling with every heated pulse. No shanty whore could ever compare to this gorgeous fae, swearing his vision was being blinded by starlight as the final shudders of his orgasm overtook him.

Bell moaned softly, one last happy sound as Hook pressed deep to plant the last of his seed inside of him. He pulled at the ropes, the bindings magically slipping away.

He could have always escaped, Hook realized, struggling to catch his breath. That knowledge made this even more satisfying, pulling out with a low grunt.

Hook watched Bell roll over on his back, fixing his underwear and tugging his skirt back down. He could see the slick stain left on his desk and the vivid blush in Bell’s face left behind from their passionate tryst.

He tidied himself up, intoning deeply, “Now. Three days. Either deliver me Pan or no amount of clapping will bring you back from where I send you…”

Bell hopped off of Hook’s desk, a shimmer of fairy dust passing over his body and reverting to his tiny form. He zipped around in a brilliant blur, promising, “Three days.”

“When your bloated codfish inevitably loses,” Hook taunted happily, “you’ll always have a position waiting here on my crew, little fairy. Many different positions, in fact.”

Bell flew over, planting a tiny kiss on Hook’s cheek. “And when you finally accept defeat? Next time… mmm, maybe you’ll be the one tied up, Captain Hook.”

“Looking forward to it, Mr. Bell.”

Hi kits and kittens! Hope everyone is having an awesome weekend! Today’s Sexy Saturday is some spanking fun with Jimmy and Boss Cold! Jimmy slacks on his law school studies and Cold sets him straight! This was gonna be in the sequel, but it didn’t make the cut, but I do hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/belt/humping

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“Tell me why you need this, Mr. Poe.”

“Because I’ve been bad,” Jimmy replied immediately. He was on his knees, offering Cold his belt. “I need you to punish me.”

Cold didn’t take the belt yet, reaching out to tap Jimmy’s chin. “Look at me, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy obeyed, his eyes already dark with want.

“What did you do, hmm?”

“I… I didn’t pass my ethics test,” Jimmy whispered, a flash of shame tainting his lustful expression.

“The one I offered to help you study for?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What happened, Mr. Poe?”

“I was arrogant,” Jimmy replied honestly. “Things have been going so well at school, and… I thought I could do it on my own.”

“And that’s what you want me to punish you for?” Cold finally took the belt, snapping the leather in his hands with a small smirk.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t we make this a learning experience, hmm?” Cold sat down in the chaise at the foot of their bed, patting his lap. “Take your pants and shoes off. Leave your underwear on for now.”

Jimmy stripped as commanded, laying himself across Cold’s thighs. He was already hard, bowing his head down as Cold petted his clothed ass.

“Now,” Cold said with a soft smile, “what is American Law based on?”

“English Common Law,” Jimmy answered immediately.

“Very good,” Cold praised, patting Jimmy’s butt. “Now, tell me the historical events preceding the Nuremberg Code of Ethics.”

“The Great Depression.”

“And?”

Jimmy froze.

“I said ‘events’, Mr. Poe. That means more than one.” Cold pulled down Jimmy’s underwear, smacking his bare flesh as a warning. “What other events?”

“Shit,” Jimmy gasped, wiggling from that first smack, trying to wrack his brain. “There was a sickness… a disease… uh…”

Cold spanked, hard and without mercy, demanding, “Tell me what it was, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy whimpered, the sting in his skin making his face flush and his heart start to pound. He squirmed, whining when Cold’s palm passed over his freshly slapped cheek, panting, “It was an epidemic, I know it.”

“But which one?” Cold calmly asked, the buckle of the belt jingling as he raised it up.

Jimmy’s mind was blank. “I can’t remember…”

“And why can’t you remember?”

“Because I didn’t study,” Jimmy confessed, whimpering quietly.

The belt came down with a heavy thwack, Jimmy jerking in Cold’s lap and crying out. It was going to leave a welt, he just knew it, moaning as Cold traced over the angry skin.

Another slap of the belt soon followed, making Jimmy yelp in pain, his head snapping back as a third followed immediately after. He was struggling to catch his breath, grinding into Cold’s leg as he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t… I can’t think!”

“You know this,” Cold insisted. “I know you do, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy heard a wet pop, gasping when he felt Cold’s slick finger sliding between his cheeks. He whimpered as he was penetrated, groaning, “It’s… it’s… I don’t know!”

Cold moved his hand, cracking the belt in reply.

Jimmy thrusted his hips down, tightening his fists as he panted through the burn. He gritted his teeth, frustrated and desperate for relief. He had to give Cold an answer.

“Flu,” he gasped suddenly. “It was the flu! There was an influenza epidemic!”

“Very good, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred, his wet fingers returning to play in Jimmy’s hole. Deeper now, a reward, curling up as he ordered, “Define stare decisis.”

“Law made by the decisions of judges,” Jimmy replied confidently, groaning when Cold twisted his fingers pleasurably.

“Good boy,” Cold praised. “Now, tell me when are lawyers allowed to practice outside of the state they’re licensed in?”

“Hey, that’s not even in my ethics syllabus!” Jimmy complained, turning his head to pout at Cold.

“Answer the question, Mr. Poe,” Cold said smugly, slowly starting to pull his fingers out.

“Okay, sir, okay! Uh…”

“Come on…” Cold urged.

“Pro… uh… shit, I know this one.”

Apparently he didn’t know it very well because he still couldn’t answer in a timely manner and Cold reared back to spank him again. Over and over until his cheeks were raw and aching, Cold spanked him.

Jimmy’s cock was leaking, certainly staining Cold’s pants by now, sobbing softly as he got one final spanking that took his breath away. He was limp, his head hanging low, certain that Cold’s strong hands were the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor.

Cold’s hands returned to Jimmy’s abused flesh, massaging the welts and handprints he’d left. “Do you feel more motivated to study for your classes, Mr. Poe?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, whining as Cold’s fingers moved back between his legs. “I’ll study, I promise. I need to study. I have to.”

“Good boy,” Cold murmured, slipping his fingers back in his hole and squeezing one of his tender cheeks.

Jimmy moaned softly, the pleasure in such contrast to the burning discomfort of his skin making him ache even more for relief. He rocked his hips down, pleading softly, “Can I please come, sir?”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, Mr. Poe,” Cold reminded him, popping his ass lightly.

He didn’t have to hit very hard, Jimmy’s skin already so sensitive from the previous spankings. Jimmy groaned, grinding his hips with more purpose. “Please, sir… I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t… I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

“That’s really why you wanted to be punished, isn’t it?” Cold said thoughtfully, his dexterous fingers still fucking Jimmy’s hole. “Because you know you let me down.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered in a hushed voice. “I only want to make you proud… please.”

“Oh, Jimmy,” Cold sighed, his voice gentle and loving, bowing his head to kiss Jimmy’s hair. “You already do.

“Rod,” Jimmy whimpered, his eyes damp with tears.

“Now, come for me,” Cold ordered, firm once more.

Jimmy began to reach down to grab his cock, but Cold twisted his arm against his back. Jimmy’s other arm was stuck bracing himself against the edge of the chaise.

“No hands, Mr. Poe,” Cold said and God, Jimmy could hear him smirking. “Use some of that same focus you could have used for studying to get yourself off.”

Jimmy grunted but nodded, rutting forward against Cold’s thigh and quickly gaining friction. Cold’s fingers were pounding around at him and the occasional smack made him cry out. He kept going, chasing down his climax and struggling to push himself over the edge.

“Come on, Mr. Poe,” Cold purred breathlessly, “come for me.”

That seductive command struck something deep within Jimmy and he came almost immediately with a sharp moan. He grinded himself down into Cold’s lap, caught between his strong fingers and firm thighs.

Cold rocked him through each tremor, patting his ass affectionately when he was done. “Mmm, that’s my good boy.”

Jimmy mumbled sleepily as Cold rolled him over in his lap, cradling him against his chest. He was warm and happy, smiling brightly up at his lover. “Mmm, can we study like this all the time?”

Cold laughed softly, kissing Jimmy’s forehead as he teased, “Hoping to boost your GPA?”

“Hey, getting your ass spanked is really good motivation,” Jimmy chuckled. “Keep this up, I might even make the Dean’s List!”