Page 57 of Pretty ’n Peak

No, the cluster of men wasn’t even looking his way. He was overreacting.

Austin’s whole body pressed against him. He could feel the bulge of Austin’s cock against his ass, the firmness of Austin’s chest against his back, the faint scruff on Austin’s chin, raised to press against his shoulder. Even though Austin was shorter and more slender, he felt enveloped.

Austin whispered in his ear. “Only on me, boy.”

He nodded. He’d remember. He didn’t know how he could forget, not when it felt so good to have Austin’s arms around him. His belly fluttered, though.

God, what if he still didn’t like it after all this?

“I’d like to blindfold you.”

His instant reaction was a spike of fear. They hadn’t talked about this earlier, even as a possibility, and he wouldn’t know anything that was happening around him.

Which he supposed was kind of the point.

“It’ll help you focus. Remind you that your only responsibility is obeying me and letting yourself feel.”

He let those words wash through him. Obeying and letting himself feel. That was what he wanted. That was why he was here. “Yes, Austin.”

There was a quick interchange when Austin asked Sebastian for a blindfold, and then it was sliding down over his eyes.

He gasped when the world went dark.

It was a mask of thick leather, cut to curve around the bridge of his nose, with something like elastic in the back.

For a moment, it was terrifying.

He almost, almost said something.

Austin pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

He could smell the rich scent of the leather.

Feel the heat of Austin’s skin through his shirt, where he was pressed against his back.

Feel how thrillingly vulnerable he was, in this achingly arousing display of trust.

He’d heard before that losing one sense made you more aware of the others, so he thought his ears would sharpen.

But Austin was right. The plunge into darkness was so different that all he could think about was his Dom. The chatter behind him fell away.

“So good, baby boy.” Austin just held him for another long moment. “Now lift your left arm.”

He brought it up automatically, unsure if he’d raised it too high or too low. He didn’t know where to put it any more. This afternoon, he’d been able to see the cuffs before he felt them.

In fact, how would Austin know where they were?

Yet, Austin’s fingers trailed up Mateo’s hand and guided them easily into the secure grip of the cuff. There were no words for how he felt as it tightened around his wrist.

Scared, yes, but so damn hard that his cock was dripping.

Austin guided his right hand up and secured the other cuff. It was just a two-inch width of leather, but it sent need coursing through him. He pulled against them for a moment, just to feel the resistance. He was trapped there, caught… and it was glorious.

His heart was still racing, but this was everything that he’d ever wanted, and for so long hadn’t known that he was missing.

“How are you doing, sweet boy?” Austin crooned against his ear.

“Good.”