Page 29 of Pretty ’n Peak

What he actually did was just stand there. He didn’t think he could physically move.

“Now.”

Shivers raced down his spine. Oh, God. We’re really doing this.

Austin sniffed in amusement, which is when Mateo realized that he’d said it out loud.

His face burned. How naive could he be? He’d consented to everything, talked about plans. But… God, he’d never realized it would be so hot.

Fortunately, Austin didn’t laugh in his face. If anything, his voice was smooth and warm now, like golden honey. “That’s right, baby boy. Now come here.”

His paralysis broke. Mateo had never been anyone’s baby boy, and it made his insides melt like chocolate.

Mateo crossed the room. Closer, closer…

Austin took the objects and rested them on the table behind him.

Then he placed a hand on Mateo’s chest, just over his heart. The warmth of his touch was like a brand through the soft fabric. It felt intimate. Special. “How are you doing?”

“Um, good.” His worries were dissipating, sure now that Austin would take care of him. And nothing could overcome his exhilaration. “Very, very good.”

That brought out a full, wide smile. “Excellent. Then let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Mateo reached up eagerly.

Austin stopped him with a sound and a sharp flick of his head. “No, baby. That’s my job. Hands behind your back.”

Mateo was turning into a puddle of goo.

A puddle of goo with his hands obediently folded behind him.

He might have said that he’d only read a few dirty stories online, but it wasn’t true. He’d read hundreds of them.

And this was how so many of them started—with a command to hold still. To let the Dom take over. To clasp his arms behind his back and be admired.

Mateo was quivering at the opportunity.

Austin’s hands traced his chest, mapping what was his. His hands ventured lower, down Mateo’s rounded belly. “Mmmmm… Aren’t you a delicious handful?”

Really? Mateo was pretty comfortable with his weight most of the time. But he kept thinking that as a sub, he was too big.

Austin’s hands wandered down to his waist, where his soft flesh spilled over the top of his jeans. “Delicious.”

Yep, melting again. And if Austin didn’t mind his size, well… that was the only thing that mattered, right?

Austin’s hands drifted back to his buttons, opening one at a time. In between, his fingers stroked. Teased.

Mateo’s fingers clenched behind him. It was harder than he thought just standing still. He kept fighting the instinct to reciprocate.

But each time he did, he could feel it down to his bones. It was intensely erotic, having all of Austin’s attention on him. Like he’d imagined, but even better.

He was a statue. A plaything. An adored object that Austin could control and command.

“You’re doing so well,” Austin murmured as he pushed Mateo’s shirt down his shoulders. It caught on his wrists and hung there.

“Yeah? Do you want me to do anything for you? Serve you?” If he was digging into this fantasy, he wanted all of it.

Austin chuckled. “Oh, baby boy. You are serving me.” His hands traced Mateo’s chest, lingering across his nipples that were suddenly ultra-sensitive. “You’re my present to unwrap. You serve me with your submission.”