Seven couldn’t imagine anything he wanted less. He’d waited so long for this. But there was no way he would give Enzo the satisfaction of an easy victory. “If it gets you to fuck me faster, sure. Get on the bed,” Seven commanded, pointing to the mattress. “I’ll figure it out as I go.”
Enzo’s other hand slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, tightening until Seven hissed, forcing his gaze upwards. “Now, we both know that’s not what you want. Don’t we, brat?”
“Then give me what I want, Daddy,” he said defiantly. “Or I’ll assume you’ve changed your mind about wanting me as a sub.”
It was a little manipulative, but Enzo had made a point of telling him how he saw right through him.
They stared at each other for a solid minute before Enzo sighed, his hands loosening to cup Seven’s face, tipping itupwards to bring their lips together, tongue dipping inside to tease over his.
“Can I blindfold you?” he asked between kisses.
Seven’s breath hitched, and he nodded before letting out a whispered “Yes.”
Enzo’s responding groan went straight to Seven’s cock. “Can I restrain you? You’ll look so fucking pretty all tied up for me.”
Seven whimpered into his mouth. “Yes.”
“Can I spank you with something other than my hand?” Enzo asked, his kisses growing filthier by the second.
Seven nodded with another reedy whine. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Enzo said, almost like he wasn’t aware he’d said it out loud. “No matter how many times we do this, I can’t fucking get enough.”
Seven’s hands bunched into Enzo’s hoodie, keeping him close as if subconsciously worried he might change his mind. “Me, too,” he promised.
Enzo’s next kiss was all heat, no patience, making Seven’s toes curl before he pulled back to ask, “What do you say if you want to slow down?”
Seven had to fight to keep his brain online. “Yellow,” he panted, reeling him back in. There was nothing sweet about the way they feasted on each other.
“And if you want to stop?”
“Red.”
“Fuck.” Enzo gripped his shoulders and took a step back once again. Seven whined when he couldn’t follow. Enzo didn’t release him. “If I think you’ve reached your limits and you don’t safe word, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll make sure the next punishment you receive will be so miserable you’ll never lie to me again…about anything.”
Seven was already breathless and a little giddy. “You’ll punish me more severely for not telling you that yourpunishment is too severe?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips. “What kind of lawyer logic is that?”
“See, this is how I know you’re not experienced, smart mouth,” Enzo said, looking him in the eye. “Because you’ve yet to learn that there are ways to punish someone without ever causing themphysicalpain. Without touching them at all, actually.”
A shiver ran over Seven. “Like…what?” he asked, expression dubious.
Enzo shrugged. “Making you kneel in the corner. Making you write lines. Making you recite case law for hours on end. Making you stand in front of the mirror and tell me ten things you love about yourself.”
Seven’s mouth fell open at the last one, heat rushing through him until he was certain he would start sweating. “You wouldn’t dare,” he gasped.
“Wouldn’t I, though?” Enzo asked, his smirk borderline diabolical. “I would find that one especially effective.”
“Why’s that?” Seven mumbled.
Enzo tipped his chin up, looking him in the eye as he verbally punched a hole in his chest. “Because I know how much you hate you and how much I love you.”
That was somehow both the sweetest and most sinister thing anyone had ever said to him.
Seven scoffed. “I—That’s—You can’t—” Finally, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll safe word. If you try to make me say nice things about myself, I’ll safe word so fast.”
Enzo shook his head like Seven was being ridiculous.
“Then I suggest you behave,” Enzo warned. “Or we’ll spend the rest of the night in front of the mirror while I list off every single thing I love about you. In painstaking detail, while you sit in silence.”
