Page 32 of Pretty ’n Peak

Austin was unrelenting, spanking and massaging, each slap harder than the last until Mateo was dancing on the mattress, unsure whether he was trying to get closer or get away. Every motion dragged against his dick where it was pinned to the mattress.

“Please,” he begged, unsure what he was begging for. “Please, Austin.”

Another sharp smack fell, right on the tender skin at the bottom of his ass. “I’ve got you, baby. Tell me what you need.”

Mateo shook his head, rubbing his face into the pillow. “Don’t know. Just…” He thrust his butt upward into Austin’s hand. “Please!”

“Think you can come like this?” Another slap. Another sting of pleasure.

“Maybe?” He was chasing it, but he wasn’t sure if it was enough.

Austin’s finger drifted down to his hole again, then circled it. It was driving him wild.

“Should have thought of lube,” Austin murmured.

Yes, please, that. He pushed upward with his hands. “I have…”

Another harsh slap, exquisitely at odds with the gentleness of Austin’s other hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Mateo melted into the bed. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Spread your legs.”

Oh, fuck. There couldn’t be a hotter command in the English language. In any language.

Both hands left him, but only momentarily. Austin’s thumb thrust into his mouth. “Get it nice and wet.”

Mateo’s eyes were probably rolling back into his head.

He sucked eagerly. Wantonly. Maybe, just a little bit, imagining it was Austin’s cock that he was circling with his tongue.

Austin groaned. “Good boy,” his voice was rougher now.

Mateo hummed his pleasure, wanting to make Austin feel good. Maybe if he was good enough, Austin would let him suck him. Austin could just lean over and Mateo would open his mouth…

He let out a whimper of disappointment when Austin withdrew.

Still, that little part of Austin was going to be inside him.

He held his breath as Austin circled his pucker again, then gently pushed inside. Even with the spit, it was a little rough, a little dry. There hadn’t been any warm up, and it stung.

Mateo loved it.

“There you go,” Austin cooed. He barely worked his thumb, but his fingers curled up against Mateo’s taint, sending another shower of sparks through him. “A little bottom boy like you just needs to be filled.”

That’s right. Mateo was a bottom boy. It felt dirty and wicked, and it was everything he’d been craving.

Austin started spanking him again. Maybe not as hard as before?

He had no idea. All he knew was that it was driving him higher and higher, a steady pattern that had long surpassed pain and was transforming into ecstasy.

The very tip of Austin’s thumb just brushed Mateo’s gland, helped by the pressure from his curled fingers. It was like fireworks inside him.

“More,” he pleaded, pushing back. Just a little more depth…

Austin chuckled, dark and rich. “No, baby boy. You’re going to come just like this. Take what your… what I give you.”

Mateo pressed back anyway, unable to help himself. His mind tangled over Austin’s words. Take what his Master gave him? His Dom?