Page 142 of To Catch a Sub

That third session had pushed them both to the point of physical fatigue. Even after he’d come, and watched her swallow, he’d kept the vibe in place on her clit, forcing her to keep his semi-erect cock in her mouth until she’d come at least once more and was whimpering around his dick and wiggling to try and get the vibe off her sensitive clit.

After that, he finally managed aftercare that didn’t turn into foreplay. She’d been half asleep in his arms as he spread her legs and cleaned her pussy and ass, then inspected every inch of her. She had a slight rope burn on one arm, and her pussy was swollen from hours of arousal and hard use.

His own aftercare needs were satisfied by holding her in his arms, telling her how beautiful she was, and how proud he was of her for being so obedient and responsive. The way she relaxed into him, going almost boneless, satisfied a need deep inside him he didn’t have a name for.

He’d carried her blanket-wrapped self to his room, and hesitated by the bed. There were some people who, even if they were in a relationship with their play partner, needed space after a scene.

When she whispered, “I want to stay with you,” he’d climbed into bed, fitting her body against his own.

They’d fallen asleep almost instantly.

He’d been woken several times, including only moments ago, because it turned out Colette was a restless sleeper. She’d alternately pushed him away and flung off the covers—clearly too hot, and snuggled up against him, pressing shockingly cold toes against his calves.

Ten minutes ago, she’d rolled over onto him, her torso draped over his, her head on his shoulder, one leg between his. He repositioned her a little, moving her leg so that she wouldn’t knee him in the balls while she slept. She groaned and wiggled until he started stroking her back, at which point she settled, her breathing deep and measured.

The door to his room cracked open.

Landon raised his head, careful not to jostle her, a snarl already curling his lips.

Andrei stuck his head in. He took a moment to look at Colette, then smiled at Landon.

Landon bared his teeth.

“You have a call,” Andrei said quietly.

“Tell them to call back,” he whispered, though given her proximity, whispering wasn’t going to stop him from disturbing Colette.

“It’s Novak.”

“Fuck.”

“And he won’t wait. I tried that.”

“Fuck.”

“It looks like you did. Feel better?”

“Go the fuck away.”

“I feel like your matchmaker.”

“Tell Novak I’ll be on in five minutes.”

“Ah, you see, this is the problem with English. When I said ‘you’ I meant it plural. Both of you.”

Colette rolled off him and sat up. Landon hadn’t realized she was awake. Nothing about her had changed. He needed to remember that about her—she could feign sleep in a way he couldn’t detect.

Landon too sat up, yanking up the sheet to cover her bare breasts. She glanced over at him, looking a little unsure. He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her to hold the sheet in place and kissed her hair.

She leaned into him, her arms draped atop his.

“The agent in charge wants to talk to both of us, or talk to Landon and question me?” she asked.

“Probably that one.”

Colette twisted to look at Landon. “I won’t agree to be bait, or to go back to Damien.”

“I wouldn’t let you, and not just because I don’t fucking want to. My assignment is your safety. Novak’s job is arresting Damien.”