Page 30 of Pretty ’n Peak

Mateo whimpered. He didn’t mean to, but it was all too much.

“You’d like to be on your knees, wouldn’t you?” Austin said it casually, the same way he tugged at Mateo’s nipples.

It wasn’t a command, but… “Yes, Austin.” He was gasping now, as Austin flicked the little buds, twisting and pulling. It was on the edge of too painful, but each rough motion seemed connected directly to his dick.

If he’d wondered whether he liked pain, this was rapidly answering the question. It didn’t work when Mateo tried it on himself, but when Austin was the one doing the pinching…

Mateo screamed.

“Ah, beautiful boy.” Austin’s voice was husky. “I want you to remove the rest of your clothes now. Put them neatly on the table here.”

The subs in the stories all had commands like this. It was a heady feeling.

“Yes, Austin.” He pulled off his shoes and socks—grateful that Austin couldn’t see how awkward that was—then stepped out of his jeans. Should he take off his underwear, too? It felt so vulnerable.

He was so hard he was dripping, and he’d just be standing there naked…

A shiver raced through him. Naked, because Austin wanted him that way.

He shucked off the last garment and added it to the pile.

“Pull back the covers on the bed. Then spread the towel out. I want you laying on top of it.”

“Yes, Austin.” Mateo loved saying that. He’d seen Austin’s reaction to being called Sir, some painful echo of his past. Mateo would never try to call him that. But in his head, he thought of it like calling him Daddy.

Moving the blankets only took a moment, and then Mateo needed to figure out: face down, or face up?

No, that was a silly question. He was getting a spanking. Austin would want his ass exposed.

He stretched out on the bed, the slight roughness of the towel prickling along his cock.

He could feel Austin observing him. Maybe not watching, exactly, but that keen sense of Austin’s awareness was just as strong.

When he was settled, Austin stepped closer.

Mateo’s nerves ramped up. Would it hurt? Would he love it? He tensed, waiting for the first blow.

Instead, Austin hands trailed along his back, the gentle touch sending sparks down his spine.

“This is going to be a sensual spanking,” Austin explained as he traced patterns over Mateo’s skin. “That means I want you to sink into it. Just feel. Don’t anticipate. I’ll spank you when I’m ready.”

Mateo shuddered. “Yes, Austin.”

He’d been so sure that this would be rough and dirty. He knew Austin was capable of it. His eyes had gleamed and his voice had gone dark and deep when he was tempting Mateo with the possibilities.

Mateo hadn’t been prepared for gentleness, to be at Austin’s command but treated like he was something precious.

Austin’s strong hands dug into his shoulders, kneading away the tension that had been building up. God, that was decadent.

Austin continued massaging down his back, a firm touch designed to leave him boneless.

Mateo let himself drift. This wasn’t even kinky, at least not like he understood it. But he’d never had a hook-up take care of him like this. It was some giddy mixture of relaxation and anticipation, knowing that he was following a command even as he soaked in all the sensuality.

Was this sensory play?

When Austin changed to a lighter touch, it was like every nerve was alight. He traced patterns that left tingles in their wake.

By the time Austin’s hand ran over his ass and down his thighs, Mateo was shaking.