Page 86 of To Catch a Sub

“But submission without the sex, or the kink, just wouldn’t be as good, would it?”

“No, Master Landon.”

Finally, his ring and middle finger slid between her labia, into the warm valley of her sex. She was almost embarrassingly wet, and as his fingers gently explored the inner folds and valleys of her sex, there was a squelchy, sloppy sound.

The pads of his fingers slid until they bracketed her clit.

“Work yourself on my fingers.”

Colette eagerly obeyed, rocking her hips in little motions. Landon clearly knew what he was doing because he was making sure to touch the sides of her clit, not awkwardly trying to rub the very tip the way some men did.

She’d been horny for days, actively aroused since the moment she put on her club sub uniform earlier. Like a shaken bottle, she was full to bursting with pressure. Ready to explode.

In less than a minute, she could feel the orgasm building—a tightness in the muscles low in her belly. She closed her eyes to better focus on the physical sensations.

“Stop.”

Colette’s eyes snapped open, even as her hips stilled in almost involuntary obedience.

She was facing the glass wall, and for the first time realized she could see their reflections, though they were semi-opaque, as if they were ghosts. The dark curtain in his room acted like the backing on a mirror, and she was able to not just feel, but see, him touching her.

Her raised arm obscured his face, but she could see his lips. His smile.

Bâtard.

“I’m not done looking at what’s mine.” The hand not cupping her pussy rose to finger the collar, bringing her attention back to the weight of it around her throat.

Her irritation at having been stopped vanished, though the frustration remained. Now the frustration, the sense of hovering on the edge, was just another sign of his control. There was no point in being angry or upset that she hadn’t come, because it wasn’t her decision to make. She’d given control to the man she trusted most in the world.

That thought had her blinking. Was Landon the one person she trusted most?

Yes. He was. She trusted him the way she trusted no one else.

And yet she didn’t trust him enough to tell him everything.

It was tempting. Especially now, like this. Not for the first time she let herself fantasize not about sex, but about opening up. Giving him every fact, the truth as she knew it. Letting him help her, maybe even save her.

Landon’s fingers slid from her pussy, rising to rub her body’s slick lubricant onto her nipples. She gasped in pleasure as he caressed the tip of each breast with those two wet fingers.

Then his hand was in her hair, gathering it up near the crown of her head. The cool air against her neck felt good.

But not as good as his lips, which traced a path from ear to ear around the back of her neck, just above the collar.

“Why did you fight this?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under one ear, flicking her with the tip of his tongue. “You said you’d never be my sub.”

“Because…” Her voice trailed off, shivers working down her as his tongue traced patterns on her neck.

“Not good enough, Colette.” He nipped her in punishment.

“Because it would mean something.”

He paused, lips lifting from her skin. “In total, we’ve known each other for about five days.”

“Does that mean I’m wrong?” She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t catch his expression in their reflections. She was worried what she’d see.

“Wrong about what?” he demanded.

“That this would mean something.” She forced her eyes opened. “Maybe it wouldn’t for you, but I’m not ashamed to admit it would for me.”