Page 94 of To Catch a Sub

Landon’s cock twitched. That was a thick fucking plug. A few minutes wearing that in her ass and she’d be ready for his cock.

Pulling his finger all the way out, he waited a beat, then thrust it back in. She jerked and moaned against him, her anus fluttering around his finger as the muscle clenched and released.

In his pants, his dick was rock hard, and had been for hours. He was fairly sure there was an impression of his zipper stamped into the flesh that literally ached with the need to be inside her.

“How do you prepare yourself before you use that big plug?” He started to thrust, using a small in and out movement combined with a twist as he fucked her ass with one finger.

“I don’t. Just go slow.”

“Bad girl. You know you should finger your ass first.”

“Yes Master,” she whispered.

Everything in him clenched.

It didn’t mean anything. She was just distracted by the ass fucking. He needed to say something, to stop this moment from growing heavy with silence, but his tongue was thick, his body and soul both hot with pleasure at how right it had felt to have her call him master.

The moment stretched, lasting too long.

“Landon,” she corrected, now stiff against him. “Master Landon.”

Landon withdrew his index finger from her ass, but immediately thrust the tip of his middle finger in. Using his other hand to spread her cheeks apart, he watched his middle finger slide in and out. He fucked her hard and fast with that slightly-longer finger, her body not rocking—the position didn’t allow her to move that much—but tilting in time with the thrusts.

Time for more. Time to stretch her open and make her feel it.

Withdrawing his finger from her ass, he and lay his middle finger atop the index finger, forming a taper. He positioned the tips of both against her anus and applied pressure.

Colette cried out softly, but he was merciless.

“Push out with your ass,” he commanded. “That will make it easier. It’s your choice if you’d rather fight it, but I will be fucking you with two fingers.”

The ring of muscle flexed and the tips of both fingers slid in. She was deliciously tight around him.

Landon watched greedily as he fucked her ass with his fingers, working them in a little deeper each time, until his second knuckles were held in the vice of muscle. Her anus was a shiny ring around his fingers, and Colette was making a soft, needy noise. He was a big guy, with big hands, and right now his two fingers were stretching her more than three centimeters, opening her wider than the small plug she’d mentioned.

His cock was so hard it hurt, and Landon had to clench his teeth and take a moment to bring himself under control.

His needs were inconsequential right now.

Colette was naked in a physical stress position while her ass was violated.

She was extremely vulnerable, both physically and emotionally, so it didn’t fucking matter what he might want or need. All that mattered was Colette.

Landon withdrew his fingers, and Colette pushed up, following his hand as if not wanting to lose the penetration. He slapped her spank-reddened ass, then stripped off the glove.

Luckily, he’d stuck a couple different plugs into the little bag hooked on the chair, so he had options. The smaller plug was metal, with a silvery gem in the base. He rarely used it, though he did like princess subs, who often appreciated a sparkle moment. If he had to guess, he’d say this plug, or one very similar to it, was probably what she bought on those trips into sex shops where she thought she’d be overlooked as long as the plug was small.

He pulled a second, larger plug out. The clear plug was short and fat, meaning that there was no long, gradual taper. The widest part was nearly five centimeters, the neck half as wide as that. A swirl of glittering black spiraled through the toy, which was actually a dense acrylic rather than glass. Not quite as heavy, or as cold, as glass, but more than enough to ensure she’d feel it.

He grabbed out another foil packet of lube. Rolf bought them from a medical supply store and kept a massive case in the storage room. Single use packets were much less messy that bottles.

He used his teeth to rip it open, then squeeze out the thin lubricant onto the plug.

The moment felt heavy, because once this plug was in things would shift. The scene intensity would ramp up, because she’d need more. And fuck knew he was ready to do more. Give more.

Taste and touch and fuck more.

Landon switched the lubed-up plug to his other hand, then spanked her, hard and fast. It only took a few swats before she was crying out, her feet occasionally kicking up. His palm stung and tingled, and her pink bottom flushed a deeper rose.