“Uh-uh-uh. Open your eyes.” Seven forced open heavy lids to meet Enzo’s gaze once more, belly clenching when their eyes locked and he found the older man staring at him with a near predatory desire. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Seven bit back a needy sound. God, he really did whimper like a needy puppy for him. Enzo’s gaze was so intense Seven had to force himself to keep looking, keep watching, as Enzo pressed past his lips one maddening inch at a time.
He moaned at the first taste of him on his tongue. Salty, sharp, undeniably Enzo. Unlike Seven, Enzo was barely hard despite the weight of him.
Enzo teased him with a few slow thrusts, like he was trying to get him used to the feel of him again. Seven frowned when he released him, watching as Enzo planted his hands on the desk behind him. “Go ahead, impress me.”
This time, it was Seven who blinked rapidly, trying to get the words to penetrate through the fog of need flooding his system. Impress him? He wasn’t entirely sure how to do that. Enzo had talked him through how to deep throat him, but it had been months since that night. Seven didn’t want to just go for it. Nothing would ruin a blow job quite like hurling up three glasses of red wine.
Seven dropped his gaze to Enzo’s cock, resting half hard against his thigh. Fuck, he was so big.
“Uh-uh,” Enzo crooned. “Eyes on me, remember?”
Seven swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, his cock leaking into his underwear once more as he forced his eyes upward. “Yes, Daddy,” he managed, voice raw.
When Seven hesitated, Enzo raked his gaze over him from head to toe. “Don’t be shy, baby. Daddy already taught you this, didn’t he? Show me what a good student you are.”
Seven took Enzo in hand, stroking him timidly a few times under the older man’s watchful gaze. Seven loved this, loved him. Loved the way he looked at him like he was just a toy to be used for Enzo’s pleasure, like there was nobody else in the world who would satisfy him like Seven did.
He’d always fantasized about having a man he called Daddy, but he’d never really explored the idea of submission until Enzo had leaned into his space in that conference room and shattered his world. Now, he was the object of every one of his dark fantasies. Calling him Daddy wasn’t enough. He wanted to be punished, disciplined, dominated. By Enzo.
Out in the real world, every single decision had life or death consequences. But not here. Here, Enzo made the rules. Enzo was in charge. And Seven would happily crawl through broken glass if he asked him to.
Seven flattened his tongue, dragging it along the prominent vein on the underside of Enzo’s cock like he was licking an ice cream cone, knocking a sharp breath from the older man. Seven’s own erection throbbed painfully behind his zipper as the muscle in Enzo’s jaw ticked, like he was already barely hanging on. Seven swirled his tongue around the thick crown then sucked at it almost delicately.
Seven swallowed him down, dragging another low sound from the man looming above him, who watched his every movewith dark eyes. It was so intense he had to force himself to keep his eyes open, the heavy weight of Enzo’s cock on his tongue making his eyelids flutter. He moaned appreciatively around him, lips stretching obscenely the farther back he took him, the slight ache in his jaw reminding him just how big Enzo really was.
He didn’t stop until his nose was buried in the nest of hair at the base of Enzo’s cock, gagging loudly as his muscles convulsed at the intrusion. Enzo’s nostrils flared at the sound, a low growl leaving him. Seven pulled back just a bit, then sank down once more, this time breathing through it. He kept Enzo in his throat until his ears rang and his eyes pricked with tears.
The expression on Enzo’s face was damn near feral as Seven found a rhythm, his ears glowing red at the wet popping sound his throat made every time he took Enzo deep. It was obscene—filthy, even—but Enzo loved it. His chest was heaving, his muscles rigid, his hands fisted on the wooden desk.
Tears spilled down Seven’s cheeks, his nose running like a faucet. Spit gathered in his mouth until it poured from the corners of his lips, coating his chin and dripping onto the floor.
“Look at you. You’re making such a mess,” Enzo murmured, pulling Seven off him and slapping his cock against his cheek. Seven nuzzled at it until Enzo smeared it across the fluids coating Seven’s face. “My dirty boy. You love this, don’t you? Love being used.”
Seven nodded, a sob escaping. He choked on nothing as Enzo’s socked foot suddenly pressed to his neglected dick. He made a needy sound, hips kicking upwards, desperate for some much-needed friction.
“Eyes on me,” Enzo snapped.
Seven hadn’t even realized he’d closed them, too busy reeling from the pleasure that came from grinding against that solid pressure of Enzo’s foot. “Sorry, Daddy,” he managed, throat raw.
Enzo’s gaze dropped to Seven’s crotch, and he smirked as he pressed the ball of his foot down harder until the contact was no longer a pleasant pressure, but a nagging pain. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Seven nodded, eyes glassy, tears still pouring down his cheeks.
“Words.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Seven rasped, untethered from everything except Enzo.
“Prove it,” Enzo taunted. “Hump my foot while I use your mouth. Show me just how much you love it.”
Heat shocked through Seven like lava bubbling unchecked in his core. “Yes, Daddy.”
Enzo’s top teeth dragged across his bottom lip as he stroked himself lazily. “Good boy.”
Enzo guided his cock past Seven’s lips once more. Seven hollowed his cheeks, finding a rhythm. Each glide of his lips along Enzo’s shaft punched harsh breaths and low grunts from the older man. Seven’s hips worked of their own accord, rubbing his needy cock against Enzo’s socked foot, like it was the most normal thing in the world and not borderline pathetic.
It took some of the focus from his aching jaw and burning throat, from the sloppy mess on his face and the one growing in his pants. When he pulled off for a much-needed breath, a string of saliva connected his lips to the head of Enzo’s cock, making the older man laugh. He tipped forward, resting his head on Enzo’s hip, sucking in lungfuls of air.
