Page 120 of Pretty ’n Peak

“Oh, fuck,” Mateo breathed.

“That isn’t it either. What do you say to Daddy?”

Mateo turned in his arms, his voice breathy pitched a little higher. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Austin practically groaned. He definitely had a new kink, and it was embodied in those words. “That’s my good girl. Now let me get it.”

Austin set his bag on the bed, going immediately to the left, front corner. Organization like this was necessary if he wanted to find anything. The silky texture met his fingers, just where he’d left it.

“What is it?” Mateo asked.

“Open it.” The present had come in a fabric bag of the same material, tied with a drawstring.

“It’s so soft. It’s… oh! a robe.”

“I was picturing you in it after you step out of the shower. While you’re still all damp and getting dressed. But putting on your makeup qualifies, too.”

He was close enough to see Mateo rub the creamy white folds against his bronzed cheek. “I love it. Should I put it on now?”

“You’d better. I want you in that, and the panties you’ve been wearing for me all day.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck.

After that, it was difficult to step away for long enough to let Mateo use the bathroom to change and freshen up.

When he returned, Austin had to touch, stroking over the soft fabric to feel the heat of Mateo’s skin, then tracing one slow finger down the V where the pieces overlapped.

“Sit down and put your makeup on, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Mateo bent down and kissed his cheek, the mark burning into his skin.

When Mateo pulled out a folding chair, Austin stepped behind him, dropping his hands to Mateo’s thick shoulders. There was something so sensuous about all of that hard muscle and juicy fullness under the delicate layer of satin.

Austin had never been attracted to just one type, but there was something so primal about having all of that weight and strength submissive to him. All bound up in such a pleasing package.

“You’re distracting me.”

“Mmmm… but I need to be close to see you,” he argued playfully. .

“You’ll make me mess up.” It wasn’t a real complaint. More like Mateo was testing out his lines.

“Uh oh. We wouldn’t want that.” He bent to nibble at Mateo’s neck.

“No, I’m serious. I’m not very good at this yet, and it’ll take me forever. If you want, there’s a chair in the corner.”

He got the sense that for all his protests, Mateo was only half serious. His pretty girl loved the attention. It just came with a bit of sass. And maybe a bit of nerves.

“Good idea,” he said, deliberately misinterpreting. The chair in the corner was solid wood, maybe even an heirloom. He carried it over to where Mateo was sitting, settling it right behind him.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” He wished he could see Mateo’s pout.

“Oh?” he asked innocently. He settled one hand on Mateo’s neck. Even with his colors skewed, Mateo’s skin was a rich, dark brown from all the sun, making a pleasing contrast to the pale robe.

Mateo was doing something with his hands, and the faint earthy smell of the makeup welled up. “You can’t bother me while I’m doing my eyes, though.”

“Deal.” That meant he could the rest of the time. He traced one finger around the curve of Mateo’s ear.