Page 204 of To Catch a Sub

Colette went limp as the orgasm faded, her legs sliding down until they were hooked over his elbows, her back bowing.

Landon gently eased her down onto the bed, only to hook his arms under her armpits and pull her to her feet.

She swayed into him, wondering why she was standing.

She didn’t have long to wonder.

Landon guided her hand to his still hard, now very slick, cock.

“I want you on the floor on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind.”

Phrased not as an order, but a request. But Colette was helpless to do anything but obey, her mind a pleasant warm hum.

She sank to her hands and knees beside the bed.

Landon nudged her legs wider apart before stripping off his pants and kneeling behind her. He stroked her ass in long sweeping circles, then paused.

“I forgot how short you are.”

She looked back, watching as he grabbed pillows off the bed.

“I’m not short. You’re a giant.”

He stacked four pillows—two for each leg, and with his help she shifted so she was kneeling on them. Now her ass was slightly elevated compared to her shoulders.

“That’s better.” He stroked her clit a few times. “You’ll tell me if your vagina gets sore.”

“You think you’ll be able to fuck me that long,” she taunted, post-orgasm making her brave.

Landon growled a little, and then his hand was on her neck, his body bent over hers as he forced her head and shoulders down. She gasped, fingers splayed against a wood floor worn smooth with age.

With her knees elevated by the pillows and head down, her ass felt incredibly exposed.

Landon knee-walked around to her side, bending to look at her. He gently touched one hanging breast. The tip rested on the floor.

“Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“It might, if I fuck you hard enough your tits start bouncing. If it does, I want you up on your elbows.”

“Yes…” She swallowed the “master.”

He arched a brow.

“I don’t even feel that submissive,” she said archly.

While kneeling on the floor, ass up, head down, waiting to be fucked.

Landon flicked his eyes over her body. “If this is you not submissive, just imagine what I’d do to you if you were.”

Colette’s toes curled and her sex clenched down on nothing.

“Less imagining, more fucking,” she breathed.

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Hands under your cheek.”

He got back into position between her legs as she stacked her hands, resting her cheek on them.