Page 28 of Pretty ’n Peak

So, the bed or the desk?

Should he aim for something similar to the scene tomorrow to prepare Mateo for it? Or as different as possible to give him more experiences?

He shook his head. Actually, that wasn’t the right question at all.

What was it that Mateo needed?

He just kept coming back to the painful bite of Mateo’s words earlier. You can dress a monkey in silks, but it’s still a monkey. Whether he’d picked up that idea on his own, or someone had said it to him, it was still hurting him.

Mateo didn’t need a sadist right now. He needed a Daddy. Someone to shower him with soft words and acceptance.

So, that’s where they would start.

Austin could act like a Daddy for a single evening.

He could hear the swish of a toothbrush, and then water running. The boy would be out soon, and a plan was starting to take shape in his head.

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Mateo

Mateo flushed the toilet and washed his hands automatically.

In just a minute, he was really going to go out there. And Austin was really going to spank him.

For real.

His pulse pounded in his ears like the rush of the ocean.

What type of spanking would Austin choose?

Would he be cruel and cold? Strict and expectant? Both ideas sent Mateo’s pulse racing—as long as Austin wasn’t too cruel and strict. He wouldn’t be, would he?

He’d been so gentle with Mateo all night. Made him feel safer than he ever expected to—like they knew each other. Like Mateo was something special.

How would that translate into Austin whaling on his ass?

The towel jerked off the rod. He’d been pulling it too hard as he dried his hands.

Feeling flustered, he put it back. The click of the doorknob felt too loud to his ears.

“Grab a towel while you’re in there,” Austin called.

Right, a towel. What was it for?

He took one of the bigger ones and clutched it in his hands.

“And two water bottles from the fridge.”

The instructions made him calmer.

Austin stood beside the bed. He was sexy as sin, all leather and lean muscle. Mateo ached to touch him. He’d wanted to all night. But that wasn’t allowed.

Austin was like some dream of a Dom. His stance was relaxed, but there was something about the way he planted his feet, or maybe the stern set of his face, that said he was in charge. And, fuck, that touch of gray at his temples, the web of lines around his eyes that said he had all of the experience that Mateo lacked. The experience to make Mateo do whatever he wanted.

“Come here, boy.” His voice was pure sex.

Inside, Mateo’s heart was leaping. He could already imagine rubbing up against those lean muscles, maybe dropping to his knees to bury his face in that bulge, senses filled with leather and cock.