Page 22 of Cold Hard Cash

“Exactly what I want you to do,” Cold replied dryly, his hands resting on Jimmy’s cheeks and squeezing. “Be quiet, stay close, and look pretty.”

Jimmy could sense warmth near his sensitive hole, his eyes wide with need as he tried desperately not to make another peep. Cold’s hands guided him backward and his mouth was right there at his ass, a breath away from touching him.

“So.” Cold’s lips brushed ever so lightly against Jimmy’s flesh. “We have a deal?”

“Ye-esss! Oh God!” Jimmy moaned when Cold’s tongue pressed into him, his head dropping forward on the mattress. Cold moved his tongue as nimbly as his fingers, pushing deep and with great skill, sucking at the edge of his rim.

Jimmy clawed at the sheets and pushed back against Cold’s mouth, mewling pathetically. He knew he was supposed to be quiet, but how could he with Cold’s tongue fucking him like that?

He’d had rim jobs before, but no one had ever eaten him out like this. Cold’s tongue kept pressing in deeper, and he growled as his teeth nipped at Jimmy’s tender skin. It was that flash of teeth that finally made Jimmy cry out, the brief sting of pain mixing so beautifully with the pleasure.

Jimmy was shaking by the time Cold pulled away, Cold’s velvety voice taunting, “And you were doing so well.”

“Please, sir,” Jimmy pleaded, trying to arch his hips back toward Cold’s perfect mouth while he sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Aw, but I told you to be quiet.” Cold licked his lips, and Jimmy heard the bedside table drawer opening. “You think you deserve a treat when you’ve been bad?”

“No, sir.” Jimmy shivered.

The disappointment washing over him was overwhelming. He wanted more of Cold’s tongue, more of his anything, though he knew he didn’t deserve it for disobeying him.

Still, he tried begging again. “I’ll be good, please.”

“Sit up.” Cold’s strong arms helped Jimmy lean back and then peel off his robe. “Open your mouth.”

Jimmy obeyed and blinked at the sudden taste of latex, a rubber ball now resting between his teeth. It was unnatural and strange, thick straps rubbing his cheeks as Cold buckled it into place.

A gag.

Cold had gagged him.

Jimmy’s tongue slipped around the ball, taking in the new taste. It was a bit weird, but the leather felt good. It was soothing, and he was surprisingly calm in spite of how aroused he was.

Now he could be a good boy. He could be quiet like Cold wanted him to be. He didn’t have to fight so hard. He could enjoy himself and do exactly what Cold wanted.

“There,” Cold sighed, very pleased. “Much better.”

Jimmy whimpered experimentally, the sound muffled.

“Lovely.” Cold reached up to grab a handful of Jimmy’s hair. He pulled him back against his chest as he slid Jimmy into his lap. “Thumbs-up for yes, thumbs-down for no or if you want me to stop at any point. Do you understand?”

Thumbs-up, without hesitation.

“Good,” Cold said, quick hands getting himself ready. “Because I can’t wait to hear you try to scream.”

Jimmy was perfectly pliant, and he gasped as Cold’s thick cock pushed inside his slick hole. He moaned loudly, the gag stifling the sound but not completely. Cold’s fingers dug into his hips, and he began to grunt as he quickly set a brutal pace. He was rough, forcing Jimmy to bounce up and down on his cock.

Jimmy submitted, giving himself over to every demand that Cold made of his body. His cries of pleasure were somewhat muted by the gag, but Jimmy began to suspect that Cold was enjoying how he sounded like this. The louder he tried to cry out, the harder Cold fucked him.

Jimmy drooled profusely, whining at the mess he was making of himself. He tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but soon it was dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He tried tilting his head back to use gravity to his advantage, gulping awkwardly between groans.

One of Cold’s hands curled around Jimmy’s throat for a few slams, and then his fingers slid down over his chest and found the slick spill of saliva. Cold gasped, tracing the drool up to where the gag sat in Jimmy’s mouth, then let out a beautiful moan.

Lost in bliss at the gorgeous sound, Jimmy closed his eyes, his head falling against Cold’s shoulder. Before he could even think about what a terrible mistake he had made, Cold’s hand splayed over his throat again.

Jimmy gasped, his body stiffening as he tensed, expecting a swift punishment. But Cold didn’t try to move him or reprimand him. He held Jimmy firmly in place, and his hand squeezed his throat gently as he growled in his ear, “Still good?”

Jimmy gave a quick thumbs-up, then cried out as Cold became even more ferocious.