“I’ve been researching for a while,” Nico said defensively.
“If you got on a plane and the pilot told you that he didn’t have any actual flight experience but he’d read a lot of books, would you get off the plane?” Nico pondered the question until Seven snorted. “You’re crazier than he is. I swear you won’t be happy until he hospitalizes you.”
“I thought you would understand,” Nico said, pouting.
Seven wrinkled his nose. “Ew. Don’t make that face at me. I’m not Mal. The only one who can make that face and get away with it is Ever.”
“Come on, be my friend. Be on my side,” Nico whined.
“What if he doubles your punishment? You’re not gonna be able to walk for a week.”
“I can take it. As long as he fucks me after, I can handle anything.”
“What if he decides on a non-physical punishment?”
That brought Nico up short. “He wouldn’t…would he?”
Seven leaned in close to the camera, then crooked his finger for Nico to do the same. When he did, Seven said, “Listen, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but they’ve been talking.”
“They?” Nico asked, frowning.
“Mal, Enzo, and Enzo’s brother. The one who owns that sex dungeon. Mal and Enzo are friends. That should scare you. Mal let it slip that he’s been going easy on you so he doesn’t push your body past its limits when you’re too stupid to safe word when you should. Now, they’ve been trading secrets.”
Nico let that information sink in. He’d known that Mal had stayed acquainted with Enzo. He’d gotten him out of about a dozen trumped up charges. That kind of created a bond. That they had similar interests in their extracurricular activities worked out well for everyone. Especially Nico…except, maybe for now. He hadn’t known they’d talked lately.
“Listen, I really think you should just go out there and apologize and act cute. Abandon your dignity and yourunderwear and maybe you’ll keep your skin on your body where it belongs.”
Nico’s heart rate shot into overdrive. Mal hadn’t said anything about talking to Enzo lately. Fuck. Was Seven just bluffing?
“Uh, I’m gonna go,” Nico finally said.
“Yeah, good call. Text me if you need anything to help the pain.”
The moment they signed off, Nico’s heart plummeted into his ass, every ounce of bravery gone in an instant. Despite the long list of punishments they’d created together, they’d mostly stuck with spankings. He was used to spankings. He was comfortable with spankings.
Please, let him just spank me.
He left the room, legs wobbling like he was a baby deer. Mal sat on their new sofa in only a pair of soft black pajama pants, his feet braced on the coffee table, looking fresh and clean from his shower. His hair wasn’t damp, which meant Nico had kept him waiting long enough for him to dry it.
“Hi, Bunny,” Nico said.
An icy shock rocketed through him when Mal didn’t acknowledge him but, instead, just pointed to the corner. Fuck. Nico hated when Seven was right, but he hated it more when the consequences of his own stupidity manifested so quickly.
Nico didn’t go to the corner. Instead, he went and kneeled beside Mal’s legs, looking up at him. Mal’s eyes stayed on his phone, where he appeared to be playing a game of his own.
“Not the corner, Bunny. Please? I hate corner time. Can’t we do the rest of my punishment from this morning first?”
“Bunny?” Nico tried again. “Please? I’m really sorry.”
When Mal finally acknowledged him, his look of indifference had Nico’s blood supply diverting south, his cock swelling in his now too-tight shorts.
“You’re only making this worse for yourself, Fidget. Clothes off, on your knees, corner. Now.” Nico opened his mouth to protest or plead his case, but Mal cut him off. “I’m adding a minute to your time every time you speak, starting now.”
Nico snapped his mouth shut. Fuck. “Yes, Bunny.”
“That’s two minutes,” Mal said.
Nico’s mouth fell open. When Mal arched a brow, he shut it again. Stupid cat bunny.
