That sounded like hell on Earth.
“What do I get if I behave?” Seven asked, turning his back on Enzo.
“Are you trying to negotiate with me right now?” Enzo asked, his amusement obvious.
“I am a law student,” Seven reminded him.
Hands gripped his hips, dragging Seven back, letting him feel how hard Enzo was as he wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, crushing him against him. Seven hated how much he wanted to melt into it. Somehow, Enzo’s arms had become his safe space. And it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
“If you behave, you get the previously aforementioned spanking you were begging for and—eventually—my dick,” he purred in his ear. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll take the blindfold off so you can watch me fuck you stupid. Though, I have a feeling that by then that will be a non-issue.”
Seven’s gaze darted to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner. Fuck. He’d forgotten about that. Would he look pretty with Enzo buried inside him? Seven tried not to let insecurity creep in and rob him of what he knew would be hot if he let go. It was nothing Enzo hadn’t seen before. Well, twice before. Had they only had sex twice? Seven wanted to know what they looked like together more than he worried that he’d feel too seen.
“Promise?” Seven finally asked, a little breathless.
Enzo tugged Seven’s earlobe with his teeth. “I don’t know. Do you promise to behave?”
“What…exactly does behaving entail…specifically?” Seven hedged.
Would behaving get him what he wanted? Or would Enzo think he didn’t need corrective measures?
“You really were meant to be a lawyer, baby. Never let anyone tell you otherwise,” Enzo said with a smile in his voice.
Seven shrugged. “I like to be clear on the terms and conditions.”
Enzo huffed out a breath against his neck, his hands sliding up under Seven’s shirt to tease his thumbs over the hardened peaks of his nipples. “Doing as you’re told. Can you do that?”
Seven moaned, leaning back against Enzo, pleasure tugging at something deep inside each time Enzo pinched the tender flesh between his fingers.
His hand slid into Seven’s pants, palming his erection, letting him rut against his hand for only a moment before saying, “I asked you a question.”
Seven wanted to stomp his foot and whine when Enzo’s hand disappeared. It wasn’t fair. Enzo wasn’t fighting fair. “Fine,” Seven grumped.
He gave an indignant squeak as Enzo slapped his ass, shocking him more than causing him pain. “Is that how you talk to me?”
Seven turned in the older man’s arms, looking up at him from beneath his lashes. “No, Daddy,” he said, biting his lip, hoping it read as contrition.
“Then try again, you little brat. You’re going to do as you’re told. Isn’t that right?”
Seven was already throbbing. “Yes, Daddy.”
Enzo dropped a chaste kiss on his pouting mouth. “Good boy. Was that so hard?”
Harder than he would ever know.
Enzo rubbed their noses together, the sweet gesture disarming Seven. When he stepped back, Seven stumbled forward, making Enzo chuckle. Seven fought the urge to glare.
Enzo took a seat on the bed, leaning back on his palms. “Take off your clothes, fold them neatly on the chair, then come back to me. Do it slowly. I want to see all of you.”
Seven swallowed dryly, then turned his back. His skin prickled, and he suddenly felt weirdly shy.
His breath hitched as he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection. The mirror placement allowed Enzo a full 360° view of him.
It’s not like Enzo hasn’t seen you naked before.
But this was different. More formal. More…exposed. Like stripping in front of an audience of one. It was the intentionality of it. He was stripping for Enzo’s benefit, for his pleasure because looking at Seven like this made the older man happy.
Seven forced himself to move slowly, but refused to make a show of himself. Once he was done, he came back to stand between Enzo’s open legs. He expected him to touch him, but instead Enzo swept his gaze over him, drinking Seven in until he started squirming under the scrutiny.
