Page 58 of Pretty ’n Peak

“Excellent. Then we’re just going to stay here. There’s no hurry. Let yourself feel, remember?”

“Yes, Austin.”

He was so glad he was here with Austin, and not Carlos. There was no way he would have felt so safe with the other man. So desired. So secure.

Austin’s hands started traveling up his chest. They tangled in his curled hair, then teased around his nipples. Every sensation was heightened, these simple caresses driving him wild because he knew that all of the decisions now were left up to Austin.

He stifled a moan.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. Remember how I said I want to hear you?”

He knew it was necessary for Austin to get the feedback, as well as something that turned him on. He opened his mouth to agree, just as Austin gave his nipples two sharp flicks.

He let out a yell, chains jangling as he instinctively tried to cover his chest. And oh, how his cock was pulsing.

“There we go,” Austin chuckled against his neck. “Just like that.”

“Yes, Austin.”

He didn’t even care what anyone thought about him any more. With Austin making him feel so good, so decadently submissive, it didn’t matter.

Austin wanted him to scream, so he would scream.

“You like that, baby?” Austin rubbed Mateo’s nipples in little circles, starting gently and then getting rougher while Mateo grunted and groaned. “Hmmm… I think you’d enjoy some nipple clamps. Maybe with a little weight on them.”

Yes, he probably would, if it was this good. Austin was tugging hard now, and it was like a line directly to his dick.

“The funny thing about nipple clamps is that you think it hurts when they’re clipped on. But when they come off…” Austin suddenly pinched hard, pressing in with his fingernails. “That’s when the agony begins.”

Mateo heard himself shouting again, distantly. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh… He thrust forward unthinkingly, and then ground back against Austin’s bulge, because that was even better. His whole mind was already lost in more and please.

“Beautiful, baby. If you’re wondering if you like pain, I think the answer is yes.” Austin’s voice was thick, aroused by Mateo’s arousal. Or by the idea of giving him that pain.

They both made him shiver.

“Are you ready to get started?”

“I thought we already had,” he replied honestly.

Austin sounded more than pleased. “We had, indeed.” He stepped back, but his hands didn’t leave Mateo’s back. “What’s your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Louder.” Austin’s own voice was pitched to project for their audience. “I need to be able to hear you. What’s your safeword?”

“Red, Austin, or yellow to check in.”

“Good boy. I told you earlier that it would be your job to tell me if I got off-center, but that’s no longer your responsibility. Sebastian is going to let me know, so you don’t need to worry about it. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Yes, Austin.” It was one more concern that he could allow to float away.

“I’m putting this towel around your neck.” He felt the rougher fabric drape over him. “You shouldn’t need it, but if a strike goes wide, this will protect your neck and ears.”

“Yes, Austin.” They’d been over all of this earlier, but he listened to it anyway.

It wasn’t that Mateo ever forgot that Austin was blind, but he was so ridiculously competent—suggesting safety precautions like the towel as easily as he described the sting of a crop—that it never occurred to him to worry.

A new sensation met his back. A soft caress of leather strands that had to be the flogger.