Page 78 of Pretty ’n Peak

“By underwear do you mean something sweet and pretty, or scandalous and dirty?”

It all felt scandalous and dirty. But… “Maybe the first one?” Even knowing what they were, the white satin had an innocent, almost virginal feel.

These, he was almost certain he could wear. The idea of having all of that soft fabric wrapped around his cock made him almost dizzy.

“Want to open another one?”

“Sure.”

He chose a larger package next, white with faint swirls of silver paisley. When the tissue paper parted, there were lots of black leather straps, somehow mingled with black mesh and a thinner, almost translucent fabric that reminded him of pantyhose.

He picked it up, somewhere at random, which just made the straps and fabric flop around in different directions.

“I have no idea what this is.”

“Describe it to me.”

“Um… suspenders for a kinky octopus?”

Austin laughed out loud, his rich voice filling the room. Mateo started giggling, too.

“I truly have no idea but…” His eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“There’s like…” He couldn’t say it out loud. The soft fabric that draped down now was clearly intended to hold an erect cock jutting out. “It’s like.. pantyhose for your dick.”

“Sounds like you found the naughty one.”

It was vulgar and alluring, all at once. What would it feel like to have that soft material wrapped all around him while he—or someone else—ran their hands over his cock? It would probably mute the sensation, but how breathtaking would it feel to be wrapped in that softness?

Once he knew where the front was, he could trace the underwear part of the garment around to figure out the mesh and leather that covered all of the back… except one very important hole in the center.

He swallowed hard. What would it be like, to have his cock so daintily tucked away in its stocking sheath, while his hole was exposed for use? How would it feel? Who would he be?

The other straps, he assumed, would hug his body or thighs somehow, perfect for a Dom to pull on or…

He thrust it back into the box, heart pounding.

He was so turned on it hurt, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe not ever.

It felt like admitting that he wanted it would be crossing the worst taboos ever.

And he knew Austin wouldn’t judge.

Jamie probably had a wardrobe full of these things, since he’d bought them.

The judgment was all in his head.

“I don’t think I can wear this one.”

“No problem. You’re doing a good job recognizing your limits. They might change in the future, but those are your limits today.”

Austin’s quiet conviction was soothing. He was doing alright.

“So, one that you like, one that you’re not sure about, and one that’s too much.”

“Yeah.” And there was still another layer of boxes below.