Page 91 of To Catch a Sub

The spanking paused, Landon’s hot palm resting at the top of her ass crack, then stroking over the seam of her fiery cheeks. He petted her for a few minutes as her breathing evened out.

“How does this feel?” His hand moved possessively over her butt.

“Hot,” she murmured without opening her eyes.

“Head up.” He accompanied the command with a hand in her hair.

Colette could feel him studying her as she raised her head, aided by his fist in her hair. She kept her eyes half-closed.

He stroked her right ass cheek and thigh, the touch firm rather than delicate. Her skin felt tender, like she had a sunburn, though that discomfort was inconsequential when compared to the deep submission it had given her. Landon repeated the caress on her left, this time his hand going all the way down to the back of her knee, and then her calf, which he massaged.

“Do you like that?” he murmured.

“Yes, Master Landon.”

“I like the sexy sounds you make when I touch you.”

She hadn’t realized she was moaning in response to the massage until he said something.

His hand switched to her right calf, repeating the muscle massage. Her leg muscles were sore after two nights of constantly crouching so she could take orders from people seated on the low couches in the private club.

“And what if I massage here?” He gripped a handful of her ass, squeezing.

Colette sucked in a breath as fresh pain zinged through her.

“Not a moan this time,” he murmured. “But a breathy little gasp. Almost as sweet as those little whimpers from a moment ago that told me the spanking hurt.”

His voice slid over her, molten hot and dangerous. She shivered.

He gave her butt a friendly swat before grabbing and kneading her other ass cheek.

“Reach down and hold on to the rung of the chair.”

Carefully, Colette unhooked her fingers. He helped her move the arm pressed against his hard stomach until she was able to grab the thick dowel of the chair rung.

Landon clutched her ass with both hands and hiked her further over his lap. Colette yelped in surprise, arm muscles tense, but he knew what he was doing. She was in no danger of either falling forward and cracking her head or sliding sideways off his lap.

Now her butt was raised and centered, her breasts pressed against the inside of his thigh. The fronts of her own thighs were against his leg, her toes braced on the floor.

“Tell me if your legs get tired.” He leaned to the side, fingers wrapping around her right ankle, squeezing for a moment. Then he dragged his hand up the back of her leg, over the well-spanked flesh of her sit spot and ass. He once more grabbed a handful of butt, kneading her abused cheeks.

Colette wasn’t actually sure what was coming next. That had been a very thorough spanking, but it was possible he was going to continue it, and the adjustments to her position were either to shift her weight or give him easier access to her sit spot.

Maybe he was just playing with her. Enjoying the sight and feel of a well-spanked bottom. The idea that he was enjoying looking at her made her pussy tingle. She’d so far done a good job of ignoring exactly how wet she was. Though she certainly had masochistic tendencies, it wasn’t the pain—or not only the pain—that aroused her. The primary factor was being dominated. It was the sure way he handled her that had her pussy throbbing in need.

Landon grabbed her ass with both hands, his left arm braced on her back. He went back to kneading and playing, but now he was also spreading her. Each time he pulled her butt cheeks apart, she felt the cold air against the heated flesh of her anus.

She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d touch her there.

Instead he released her butt, spanking her a few times with swats that weren’t nearly as hard, but hurt just as much thanks to how tender she was.

With her head now closer to the floor, she couldn’t see him even with her peripheral vision. But she felt it when he twisted in his seat, one hand holding her hip.

The snap of a glove was loud and shocking. Colette stared, wide-eyed, at the wood grain pattern of the floor planks.

She held her breath, listening hard. She expected a click, but instead there was a tearing sound. A condom? Maybe he was?—

Lube slicked fingers slid between her ass cheeks. Colette moaned in anticipation and relief. Relief because as thorough as that spanking had been, she needed more.