Page 83 of Pretty ’n Peak

“Mmmm… I like that answer. But I want to know your fantasies.” Austin unfortunately let up on his teasing, though his hands never left Mateo’s body, tracing over his hips again. “We can’t do anything with your back until you’ve healed. But anything else is fair game. What’s your dream? Where do you see yourself, looking so pretty and hot?”

The possibilities were endless, but there was one that shone through the rest. “Can I… I want to try… I mean…” He sucked in a breath. He could do this. “I want to kneel for you.”

“Oh, yes…” Austin pulled out the words, voice deep with arousal. “Get a pillow for your knees, and then I want you right here.”

Trembling with desire, Mateo obeyed.

Austin widened his knees, putting his prominent bulge on display, and then Mateo braced one hand on the couch to sink down between them.

God, it felt… transcendent.

Like everything he’d been waiting for.

For a moment he just breathed. He was on his knees. For a Dom.

“Make sure your weight is even on both legs,” Austin instructed. “Knees wide. You’re showing that you’re not just submitting, but also making yourself accessible.”

Mateo shivered. His lace-covered cock was accessible to Austin. For his Daddy to use or play with, or even to ignore while Mateo eagerly waited.

“Your back should be straight, perpendicular to the floor. Make sure your shoulders are back, chest out. You should feel proud to serve, and put all of your effort into it.”

Mateo squared his shoulders, promising fervently to remain at attention, to get every nuance right. He wasn’t quite comfortable, his ankles already starting to ache, but that was part of it, too. That he could suffer a little bit, just to please his Daddy.

“Try resting your palms on your thighs, facing up. This symbolizes your openness. That all of your attention is focused on your Dom, and what he chooses to give you”

Mateo nodded. He had no idea how he could focus on anything else. He knew this was a bit of a tutorial, but it felt so real.

Austin’s hand landed in his hair, stroking through his loose curls. “How does that feel?”

“Amazing,” he answered honestly.

Austin gave that warm, delighted chuckle. “Good boy. You please me greatly.”

Warmth filled Mateo until he thought he would explode.

Austin stroked his hair again. “Contrary to porn and popular belief, many D/s relationships don’t involve any kneeling. Or only occasionally to signal the start of a scene or perhaps show off in a club. As with everything else, it’s between the Dom and the sub to decide on what feels meaningful to them. Or adapt for any physical needs or disabilities. But this is a good position to practice. Your posture reflects on your Dom, and your respect for them.”

Mateo nodded, knowing Austin could feel it against his hand. “Do you like it?”

Austin seemed to consider. “I like your eagerness. The way that you throw yourself into everything. I can feel your conviction from here. And yes… what self-respecting Dom wouldn’t enjoy a sexy boy on his knees? But I’ve never been as big on postures or positions. Maybe because I can’t see them. To me, it’s all about intentions.”

“I want to please you.” It felt like the simplest and most important thing Mateo had ever said.

“I can feel that.”

Austin grasped Mateo’s hair, using it to pull his head forward. The sting and the guidance mingled together to make him feel… powerless and used. But in just the right way.

“Rest your head here,” Austin instructed, stroking the area he’d just pulled. “This isn’t supposed to be a tension position, so shift if you need to.”

Mateo turned a little bit, settling in to relax. This was even better, cozy and trapped between Austin’s thighs. He felt small and adored. Like Daddy was taking care of him.

For once, he wasn’t huge and hulking. If anything, Austin towered over him, his control so absolute and obvious that even gentle commands had Mateo’s heart racing to obey.

This was also better because it was clearly what Austin wanted. Mateo suddenly realized the difference between kneeling because of his own desire to submit, and kneeling because Daddy was putting him right where he wanted him.

They were miles apart. Entire oceans.

He was kneeling because Daddy wanted him here.