Page 31 of Pretty ’n Peak

“You’re luscious,” Austin breathed, gripping the thickness of his ass.

Mateo groaned, bucking unconsciously into Austin’s hands. He’d never felt luscious before.

Those maddeningly light touches resumed, this time centered on his ass.

Then more squeezes. The thrill of fingernails scratching across his cheeks. Soft, teasing caresses at the top of his thighs.

Please, let him go lower. Mateo didn’t even care about the spanking any more. He parted his thighs, hoping it would be an invitation.

He already knew Austin wasn’t going to fuck him. That was the agreement. But they’d discussed all the ways that Austin could touch him, and he’d given his body over wholly.

Austin’s finger traced down his crack. “Such an eager boy.” The words sounded like praise. Like Mateo was doing everything exactly right, panting and whining for his touch.

The finger circled his hole. “You’re sensitive here, aren’t you, boy? Just made for taking cock.”

Oh, God, he was. He really, really was.

Maybe Austin’s cock. Please, Austin’s cock, freed from its tight, sweaty enclosure and smelling of musk and leather…

Mateo was already dizzy with sensation when the first slap fell.

Austin’s firm hand, striking across his ass. There was a flash of pain, but it echoed through him like a bell, resounding with pleasure.

Mateo grunted, grinding against the bed. A second smack, as hard as the first one.

God, it hurt, but… he loved it.

He wanted to be wrapped in it. Didn’t ever want it to end.

“There we go,” Austin crooned, even as the smacks started falling faster, like the patter of hard rain. “That’s what you need.”

“Yes, Austin,” he agreed eagerly.

Austin squeezed again and… this time it was a whole new level of sensation, the stinging flesh hot against Austin’s clawed fingers.

“I’m going to go harder now, boy.”

Harder?

He thought this was pretty intense. There was a little shiver of fear that maybe he couldn’t handle it. He wanted it, though. Wanted to see how far he could push himself.

How far Austin could push him.

“That means I’m trusting you to tell me when we get close to your threshold.”

“Yes, Austin.” They’d talked about that downstairs, the pact of communication and safewords that would let Austin hurt him the way he wanted to be hurt.

The next blow was so sharp that he yowled.

Austin’s hand was immediately on the spot, soothing and massaging. “That’s it. Let it settle.”

Fuck. That had hurt, but… His cock was still rock hard. Diamond hard. Leaking onto the towel and probably soaking through.

“Ready for another?”

His body was confused now, but he could sense that this was what he’d been chasing after. This was a whole different level. “Yes, please,” he panted.

Another harsh strike, the pain radiating up his spine and turning into liquid gold. More rough caresses, rubbing the delicious ache into his very bones.