Page 169 of Pretty ’n Peak

And he was wearing entirely too many clothes. Or perhaps just the wrong clothes.

“Did you want to change into something else?” he asked, hands pulling Mateo’s collared shirt out of his jeans. “Something sexy for Daddy?”

“Yeah,” Mateo panted. “I brought some things. I’m still not sure if…”

Oh, no. He wasn’t going to let Mateo give in to his doubts now. Especially with this bullshit about mortal sins and “being part of the church” but not taking Communion hanging over him.

They’d agreed that Mateo might not want to dress up tonight. He might just keep all of his clothes on, and if they just looked, it would be fine.

But Austin wanted his baby fully here with him, celebrating the love that he’d just said wasn’t wrong. “Turn around, Peach.” He helped him to turn, keeping his arms around him. “Tell me what you see.”

“Um… Wow. That’s a lot of different clothes. And, uh, not clothes.”

Austin had a pretty good idea of what would be out there. Everything from jockstraps and nipple tassels to tuxes and ball gowns, with a whole lot of leather and lace in between. Not unlike the Cuffd event where they met.

Hopefully, there would also be some folks whose gender expression ran close enough to Mateo’s to give him the necessary encouragement.

Though Austin figured he could add a little encouragement of his own. He ran his fingers lightly over Mateo’s bulge, which was already starting to swell.

Mateo whimpered.

Austin wasn’t above playing dirty. He whispered against his ear. “Daddy wants to show you off tonight. I hope you brought something pretty for me.”

Mateo nodded jerkily.

“Is everyone going to think that you’re my demure little sub, or my naughty little slut?” When Mateo didn’t answer right away, he palmed his cock, then gave it a lingering squeeze. “Well? What’s everyone going to say when they see how hard you are for me through your pretty panties?”

“They’re going… They’re going to… Slut, Daddy!”

Austin chuckled. Feeling this outpouring of… love. It had to be love. “Good girl. There’s still no pressure. You can wear all of your pretty things at home for me and I won’t be disappointed at all. But what do you want to wear right now?”

Mateo tensed, then turned his head just enough to whisper against Austin’s lips. “I want to be your slut, Daddy.”

Fuck. That was intoxicating.

Austin grabbed his hips. “Then let’s go get you decked out, before I tear you out of those jeans and get us in trouble.”

“Isn’t that what the club is for?”

Austin kissed up his neck. “Wrong room. We’ll get there, baby.”

Mateo seemed to shake himself. “Where are we going?”

“Through the thick curtains over there.” He reluctantly disengaged to slide his fingers through Mateo’s, elbows locked together, and lift his cane. “The changing rooms are gender-neutral, so you’ll find some folks changing in the open, and others using the stalls. Then you pick a locker for your stuff.”

Mateo giggled when Austin followed him right into the changing room. “Are you supposed to be in here, Daddy?”

“Not only am I allowed, it’s often expected. How else could I get my pretty girl ready?”

“Oh, alright then.”

He kissed along every mound and ridge as he stripped Mateo of his clothes, worshiping his boy and the trust he was giving him. Then he generally made a nuisance of himself while Mateo tried to get dressed again.

With each week that passed, Mateo was becoming more daring with his clothes. Last week he’d worn a fluttery blouse when they went out to dinner. Tonight… Austin couldn’t wait to see what he revealed.

He’d been practically throwing money at Jamie with different instructions, almost as thrilled as Mateo when he got to pull the boy onto his lap each week and listen to him open his gifts.

“What’s this?” he asked, as Mateo shimmied something down over his head. His pretty peach was trying to tug it down further, over his voluptuous belly, but Austin’s hands were getting in the way.