Page 61 of To Catch a Sub

“Better.” Landon released Rose’s hair and stepped back. He looked the fully naked woman up and down, and his first thought was of Colette. Wishing he had her bound and helpless rather than Rose.

His frustration from earlier had yet to ebb. His dick also hadn’t calmed down.

Landon kept replaying that moment when Colette slid her wrists into his hands, asking to be held. Restrained.

And she’d still fucking pulled away.

When Rolf had asked him if he’d scene and give Rose the impact play she’d asked for, Landon had at first refused. He wasn’t in the right head space to handle aftercare—he knew he wouldn’t be able to give a sub the attention they deserved in the quiet time after a scene. Quiet would mean an opportunity for his thoughts to wander back to a certain thief. But Rolf had said he’d handle the aftercare, because by then he’d be done with whatever it was he was doing.

Landon stepped off the low stage, pulling out one of the wide drawers built into the base. Though they had a robust stock of impact play implements in the storage room, the most commonly used items were kept right here.

Landon pulled out a heavy oval paddle and longer rectangular paddle with holes in it. Plucking a baby wipe out of the closest container, he quickly wiped both implements before hanging them from a carabiner he’d hooked around a belt loop.

Landon cast one last look out at the crowd. He caught a quick glimpse of Colette through the crowd and lights, tray in hand.

Turning away from her and willing himself not to think about her, Landon stepped onto the stage, his focus now entirely on Rose.

“Ready to begin?”

* * *

The woman cried out as another small weight was added to her left nipple. Colette swallowed hard, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Unfortunately, all that did was make her aware of how slick her sex was. The purple fabric of her uniform underwear was dark enough that it didn’t show a wet spot, for which she was intensely thankful.

If Rolf gave her a different, lighter color uniform tomorrow she’d have to get pantyliners, or wear her own underwear underneath for a double layer of protection.

“Join us.”

Colette looked over at the slender Dom seated on the couch. A plump young man wearing a collar that said “fuck boy” straddled his lap face out. Ostensibly, they were watching the scene on the stage, where a woman in rope was kneeling on a table while her Dom tortured her nipples.

As she watched, the Dom on the couch tapped the “fuck boy”’s hip.

“No, thank you, Sir,” she murmured, now watching this couple rather than the scene on the stage.

The sub slowly raised his hips, revealing that the Dom’s impressively large cock was buried in his ass.

“Not all the way,” the Dom warned.

“Yes, Master.” The sub stopped, thighs trembling as he held the position. His master reached between their bodies, stroking the tight ring of the younger man’s anus.

“Then would you get me some ice for his cock?” the Dom asked her.

“Of course, Sir. A glass of ice, or would you like me to find an ice pack?” Colette paused to look at the sub’s cock, which was caught in a five-ring gates of hell, the fat head an angry red color. “Or maybe put a fleshlight in the freezer?”

The sub shot her an outraged look, while the Dom raised a brow. “Well, aren’t you the treasure, Thief.”

She started a little at the name but murmured a thank you.

“A glass of ice for now, and a bottle of water with a straw.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When she returned, the sub was laying back against his Dom’s chest, his legs spread wide on the couch. His ass, with his Master’s cock still embedded in it, was clearly visible.

As she watched, the Dom flicked the younger man’s balls. The sub cried out, but kept his legs spread.

“What a good fuck boy you are. Does it hurt?”

“Yes, Master.”