Chapter 15 #4
Enzo chuckled like he was reading Seven’s mind, making his insides shiver.
Warmth spread through his limbs, making him feel useless and uncoordinated.
“Are you so desperate to suck my cock that you’ll whine like a little puppy if you don’t get it?
” Seven nodded, eyelids fluttering as Enzo ran his fingers through his hair. “That’s so cute.”
Seven squeezed his eyes shut, his ears burning and cock throbbing.
“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 move with 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.
Enzo’s fingers twisted in his hair, forcing his gaze back up to his. “What’s wrong, brat? Giving up already?”
“Use me, Daddy,” he slurred. “You said you’d use my mouth. Do it, please. Make it rough. Make it hurt. Please, Daddy.”
Enzo studied him, his expression molten. “You really can’t get off unless I’m treating you like a dirty fucking slut, huh?”
Something unknotted in Seven as he surrendered to the truth. “No, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” Enzo said, petting him. “You were born to kneel, born to beg. My pretty little whore. I knew you were mine from the second you shot off that sexy mouth. I wanted to force you to your knees right there in the conference room and show your friends what it takes to tame a brat like you. Now, look at you.” Seven’s eyelids fluttered, pleasure coursing through him at his words. “You sure this is what you want, brat?”
“Please,” he gasped, like a prayer.
“I love you too much to deny you anything,” Enzo purred. “Even if that means fucking your slutty little mouth like I hate you.”
Seven’s gaze floated shut, a near euphoric feeling washing over him at the idea of Enzo using him. This time, Enzo didn’t force him to watch. Seven let himself float in that delicious fog, everything else slipping away.
“If you want me to stop, tap my leg.”
That was the last warning he got. Seven sighed with relief when the heavy weight of Enzo’s cock returned to his tongue.
Harsh fingers gripped handfuls of his hair, but Enzo didn’t fuck into him harshly, didn’t use him like he had in bed that morning.
Instead, he rolled his hips forward slowly, dragging Seven’s mouth down around him.
He forced his cock past the resistance of his throat, groaning as Seven’s body fought the intrusion, closing around him.
It was a slow torment, but Seven didn’t care. His throat was on fire, his jaw felt dislocated, but none of that mattered. Seven was bobbing along in a sea of bliss, grinding against Enzo’s foot, whining around his cock, desperate for a release that wouldn’t come.
Every time Seven felt that tell-tale heat building in his belly, that overwhelming flood of pleasure, Enzo would pull his foot back, groaning as Seven sobbed around him.
It was all a game. Give and take. Push and pull.
By the time Enzo’s foot returned to Seven’s cock, he was too far gone to care about embarrassment, fucking his hips up against it desperately, even as the zipper of his jeans bit into his skin.
Seven tried to take it like a good boy, tried to hold back the wet gags and low squelching sounds that escaped every time Enzo bottomed out, but he had no control over his body any longer. It belonged to Enzo. He belonged to Enzo.
When he pulled Seven off him, the possessive look on his face made it all worth it. The tears, the snot, the spit, the precum soaking his underwear. He would deal with all that and more to have Enzo look at him like that for the rest of his life.
“What’s wrong? Had enough, baby?”
Seven sniffled. Yes. “No.”
Enzo’s slow smile melted the few brain cells Seven had left. “Liar.”
“‘m not,” Seven slurred, voice gone.
“Close your eyes, sweet boy,” Enzo demanded. “I’ve got something for you.”
Seven did as he was told, tipping his face upwards like he was back in church services, receiving the sacrament.
Without his sight, the sounds were twice as loud in his ears.
The slick slide of Enzo’s hand on his cock, his staccato breaths as he grew closer and closer to his release.
The sound of Seven’s denim jeans against the silky fabric of Enzo’s socked foot.
“Gonna come, gonna make an even bigger mess of your pretty face, mark you so the world knows who you belong to,” Enzo said through gritted teeth.
That was what sent Seven sailing over the edge, a desperate wail leaving him as he thrust against Enzo’s foot one last time. He spilled messily into his jeans just as Enzo painted his face with the warmth of his release.
Seven’s hips continued to twitch against Enzo as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his head pleasantly staticky. When he could think again, he raised his hands, blindly reaching for Enzo.
Seven heard the rustling of fabric—Enzo righting his clothing—then gasped when he was tugged to his feet and swept off them as Enzo carried him bridal-style.
“Keep your eyes shut unless you want to look like something out of a horror movie.”
“What does that mean?” Seven asked, giggling at the rasp of his own voice.
“You don’t want to know, and I highly encourage you to never look up what sperm does to a human eyeball.”
He was right. Seven didn’t want to know how Enzo knew the effects of getting jizz in your eyes.
He let the older man carry him upstairs to the bathroom and set him on the bathroom counter.
Seven sat patiently, eyes firmly shut, as Enzo stepped between his open knees, gently cleaning his face with a warm cloth.
It was nice. Soothing. Even when he heard the wet slap of the cotton fabric hitting the sink, he kept his eyes shut, determined to prove his obedience, at least until he was sure the scene had officially ended.
Enzo’s large hands cupped his face, his lips finding Seven’s in a barely-there kiss.
“You can open your eyes now, sweet boy.” Seven blinked a few times, adjusting to the slightly brighter lights of the bathroom before finding Enzo’s concerned gaze.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs.
Seven gave a soft laugh, throat raw. “Do I not look okay?”
“You look well-fucked,” Enzo said, a there and gone smile flickering across his handsome face. “Seriously, though. Did I hurt you?”
“Well, yeah,” Seven said teasingly. “That’s kind of the point. I sound like I drink whiskey for breakfast and smoke four packs a day. But I like it. It’s hot.”
“You’re such a brat,” Enzo said fondly. “What time are you supposed to meet your friends online?”
Seven tipped forward, pressing his face into that spot he loved on Enzo’s neck. His spot. His safe place. The one that let him huff Enzo’s scent like it was an anti-anxiety medication. “Eight o’clock.”
“Good. Let’s take a quick shower and get some sugar in you, so you don’t subdrop in front of an audience and your friends think I’m abusing you.”
Seven burrowed deeper as he said, “Yes, Daddy.”