Page 84 of To Catch a Sub

Landon switched his hold so he gripped her hands and when he tugged she rose to her feet, pulling against him. Her palms felt cold when he let go and stepped back.

“As cute as the panda is…” Landon smiled.

Colette tugged the hem of her shirt away from her stomach and looked down at the graphic. “Not sexy, Master Landon?”

“Everything you do is fucking sexy,” he grumbled. “But now it’s time to show me my sub.”

Colette’s stomach clenched in delicious anticipation, the collar heavy at her throat.

“Take off your clothes, Colette.”

The command was sexy, the way he said her name sexier.

Colette crossed her arms over her stomach and drew her tank top up and off. Her nipples, already erect, tightened at contact with the cool air.

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the sleep shorts, this time hesitating. He’d already seen her bare breasts, but once she took off the bottoms, she’d be completely bare for him.

“Hesitating for a spanking?” he asked.

“No, Master Landon. Just nervous.”

“Remind me of your safe word.”

“Rembrandt.”

“Do you want a slow-down word? Yellow? Pause?”

“No.” She smiled. “I trust you.”

Colette slid the shorts down to her ankles, stepping out of them. She gave herself a brief buffer to adjust to being naked by carefully folding the shorts and tank top, setting them on the foot of the bed.

“Inspection position,” he commanded.

Her muscles fluttered in anticipation, not fear, as she spread her legs and once more stacked her wrists on top of her head.

“Elbows back.”

She spread her arms so her elbows were in line with her body. The position raised her breasts, offering them to him. For his inspection. For him to touch, tease, and abuse.

“Take two steps forward, then resume the position.”

Two steps brought her within arms’ reach of Landon. But he didn’t touch her. Now that she wasn’t up against the bed, he circled her. She felt his gaze, his focus, like a physical caress.

She was so on edge that when his hand skimmed down her back, she gasped and briefly rose up on her toes.

“Did that… hurt?”

“No. I’m just hypersensitive.”

“I like that.”

His big, hard hands pressed against her shoulder blades before sliding in tandem down her back. He didn’t stop at her waist, but kept going, stroking over her ass and down the backs of her thighs before reversing course.

When his palms reached her butt, he stopped, kneading her ass. She leaned back into him.

“Tell me what you like.”

“I like being a submissive. I like not making the choice about what will happen. I like not being in control.”