Page 198 of To Catch a Sub

“Good, Mast?—”

“No, just Landon for now. I don’t want you tempering your reactions to match what you think it is I want. Try and stay out of subspace.”

“You want me to not feel submissive, while you’re holding me like this?”

His grin was slow and warm. “Fair enough, love. And this isn’t scaring you?”

“No.”

He lifted her hands a few inches, forcing her arms straight.

“Still okay,” she murmured.

“Good.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “That means I can strap you to a St. Andrew’s cross.”

The knot of worry inside her loosened a little.

Landon released her wrists, gripped her hips, and yanked her forward. His knee was still braced against the wall between her legs, and now she was riding his thigh, the pressure against her pussy delicious.

She worked herself on his thick, hard leg, sliding her hands up his chest and into his hair.

“Are you trying to tempt me into fucking you?” he asked.

“Is it working?”

“Damned fucking close. But not yet.” He smacked her ass, the sting muted by the fabric of the pants she still wore.

Colette didn’t hide her frustration as he withdrew his leg from between hers and stepped back.

Landon dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed, his expression sober.

“What else do we need to test, Colette?”

She looked down, seriously considering saying she couldn’t think of anything so they could have sex.

She wouldn’t do that, to either of them.

Reaching for the hem of her blouse, Colette pulled it up and off.

Landon leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, watching attentively as she stripped.

“Being naked while other people are clothed?” He frowned. “That night when we cut off the chains, I had you naked with Rolf and Andrei…”

Colette shook her head, gathering up her discarded clothes and draping them over her suitcase, which sat beside his. She was highly aware of how odd she looked—bandages on her nipples, breasts spotted with bruises.

“Even though I’ve never subbed for them, in my mind, Andrei and Rolf are safe Doms, and they were acting as Doms while they helped you. They’re men I’m safe with. Men who wouldn’t touch me or hurt me without my permission, and if they did, anything they did to me would be to satisfy both of us.” She hesitantly looked at him. “Is that…okay?”

“That you view them as Doms? Of course. It’s expected, given that both of them took care of you. That you feel safe with them? I’m glad.”

She let her shoulders slump. “Thank you.”

“Love, you don’t have to thank me. You may be mine, but I don’t own you.”

She smiled, because as odd as that sentence was, she understood perfectly.

“I, uh, would prefer not to share you.” Landon rubbed the back of his neck. “If that’s something you need, we can talk about it?—”

“No,” she said immediately. “I don’t want anyone but you.”