Page 58 of To Catch a Sub

He pointed at her neck.

Kitten had followed through on her suggestion and run into the back and made her name necklace—a thin stretchy cord with small beads spelling out “thief.” Name necklaces were more common among swingers than in kink communities—though there was plenty of crossover—but Colette had accepted it gratefully. It made her feel slightly less alone to have something around her neck.

“What do you steal?” he asked.

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Really? I doubt this would be your name if you were innocent.” He reached out, hand gently curling around her neck.

Colette froze, submissive need washing over and then pulling her under. Like a wave she couldn’t ride, but instead would drown in.

The pressure around her throat, light as it was, felt so good.

Good, but not right, because he wasn’t the right man.

Still, the vague resemblance to Nilus kept her on her knees, kept her submissive as the long-dormant behaviors and commands her Master had trained into her resurfaced.

Master Red pulled her up until her ass was no longer resting on her heels, his hand digging painfully into the underside of her jaw.

“Are you plugged?” Without waiting for her to answer, he ran his hand down her back to her ass. His fingertips dug between her ass cheeks, forcing the fabric of the panties between them.

“No, Master Red,” she stammered after a frozen moment.

“No plug?”

“No, Sir. I’m working.”

He raised a brow. “Normally the club subs are plugged.”

His hand slid off her ass, the skirt falling back into place, but only for a moment. Master Red untied the bow at her hip, the skirt falling around her knees.

“Then again, the club subs belong to Rolf, though he’s happy to share.”

Master Red forced her chin up, until she was looking at the ceiling.

She loved this. She hated it.

She loved being handled. She hated that it wasn’t Landon handling her.

She tried to lower her chin to look for him, but Master Red pressed his thumb against the soft underside of her jaw.

“You don’t belong to anyone, do you?” He slid his hand down her neck to the tops of her breasts.

“I do, Sir.”

The words were out before she thought through all the implications and ramifications.

Master Red stilled, his hand resting on her breasts. “Oh?”

Slowly, Colette lowered her chin, forcing herself to meet his eyes though her sub training was screaming at her to drop her gaze.

“Who?” he demanded.

Colette gently shook her head rather than answer.

“If he hasn’t seen fit to claim you yet, then you’re available to be played with.”

Again, she shook her head. Something flashed on Master Red’s face, but it was quickly squelched as he sat back, taking his hand off her.