“Kneel, Mr. Poe,” Cold’s voice commanded, his tone as firm as the leather bindings holding Jimmy’s wrists together.

There was a silk scarf covering Jimmy’s eyes, and he shakily got down to his knees on their bedroom floor. His ass was aching from being paddled, his hole stretched wide with a thick plug, and he groaned as the change in position forced the toy inside of him to shift awkwardly.