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“What?” Cold snapped, obviously ready to move on to more physical pleasures.

“I don’t have a phone.” Jimmy moaned helplessly.

Cold huffed, blinking several times in exasperation. “I will get you a fucking phone,” he growled, reaching down to unbutton his own pants. He palmed his enormous erection through his underwear. “Now, do we have a deal?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, practically salivating at the sight of Cold’s cock straining to escape from the tight fabric.

“Good.” Cold grabbed a handful of Jimmy’s hair as he hissed, “Now, on your knees.”

Chapter ten

As Jimmy sank to his knees before Cold, he knew he had no reason to trust that the gangster would keep to their new deal. All he could do was hope that he wasn’t wrong about the man’s affection for him in the same way he held out hope that his father would be free one day.

Here now before him, genuflecting with his mouth open to take whatever offering Cold would give him, Jimmy was instantly relieved of all his sorrows. Here he found peace. His anxiety was erased, and though the thrum of his blood pumping through his veins was excited, he was calm.

He was happy.

Jimmy had spent so many years alone, giving everything he had to finding a way to free his father. He had nearly starved, been evicted multiple times, and lost more jobs than he could count. One winter he had gotten so sick he thought he had pneumonia but hadn’t dared go to the hospital because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pay the bill.

He had cried himself to sleep infinite times, haunted by awful dreams of being a failure. His only friend was a crusty old loan shark, but even Maury’s company was not enough to fill Jimmy’s loneliness. His few romances were brief and always ended in heartache. His partners would always leave him, exhausted by his never-ending quest for justice.

At first they’d be supportive, a shoulder to cry on and offering a warm bed to sleep in. However, in their final moments together, as the relationship was inevitably crumbling, they all confessed that they thought Jimmy was nuts. Not a one of his partners had ever truly believed him.

Except Cold.

Cold had looked into his eyes and told him he knew he was telling the truth. Jimmy hadn’t had enough time to process the full gravity of how much that meant to him. It was validating, a satisfaction he’d never known before.

If Cold could believe in him, well, Jimmy had to try to believe in Cold too.

Cold slid his jacket off, and Jimmy’s attention focused on his every move. Despite it only being his suit coat, Jimmy was mesmerized watching Cold undress. He’d dreamed of the day he would see what was underneath those many layers, and now his eyes took in every detail that he could.

The cut of Cold’s vest revealed his lean form, though still broader than Jimmy’s own. The shirt sleeves hugged muscular biceps and strong forearms. He watched Cold pull his thick cock out, giving himself steady strokes, and Jimmy was consumed with the need to taste him. He had forgotten about his wounded lip, his only thought on swiping his tongue across the head of Cold’s cock where he saw the faint glimmer of precome forming.

Cold canted his hips forward, rubbing his cock against Jimmy’s cheek. “So hungry for it, aren’t you? Open your mouth wider.”

Jimmy tried, he tried so hard, but the small laceration in his lip wouldn’t allow it. He whimpered, trying to force it until he felt the fresh scab start to crack.

“Ah ah,” Cold warned, his thumb moving to gingerly glide over the wound.

“I can take it, sir.” Jimmy tried to turn his head and gobble up the tip of Cold’s cock.

Cold seized Jimmy’s hair in a savage hold, growling, “You take what I give you, Mr. Poe. I think you need a refresher course in how this little arrangement of ours works.”

With a whine, sullen and pouting, Jimmy ran his tongue over the scab on his lip. Cold’s fingers dragging over his scalp sent bolts of pleasure all the way down his spine, making him gasp when Cold abruptly let go.

Cold tucked himself away, zipping up his pants, but he didn’t buckle his belt. He pulled it from the loops, the leather making a delightful sound as it raced against the fabric on its way to freedom. Curling it up tight in his hands, Cold sat on the chaise behind Jimmy. “Come here.”

Jimmy whirled around, bent on one knee as Cold pointed at his thigh, beckoning him to lay over his lap. Jimmy started to shrug off his remaining clothes, his shirt and jacket still on, but Cold suddenly snapped the belt at his bare hip.

“Leave those on. Shoes too.”

Jimmy gasped as he discovered the bite of the belt was much sharper than Cold’s hand and lingered for much longer. He tried not to trip over his pants as he moved to stretch himself across Cold’s lap and blushed down to his neck at being so exposed.

Cold ran his hand over Jimmy’s back, sliding lower to squeeze his ass cheeks and then lewdly run a dry finger between them. “Now, Mr. Poe. Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

“I wasn’t listening?” Jimmy wiggled around as he tried to find a comfortable position. His legs were so long they dangled awkwardly onto the floor. He could keep his head up for now and glanced over his shoulder to peer at Cold.

“Mm, that’s part of it. I value obedience very much, but you’re already hurt and my intention is never to damage you. That’s much more important, don’t you think?”