Page 51 of To Catch a Sub

“I know what her name should be.”

The thumping music from below had covered the sound of footsteps, causing Colette to jump in surprise at the sound of Landon’s voice.

She whirled to see Landon standing beside Rolf, his arms crossed on his chest.

Landon’s gaze skimmed down her, his jaw tight. His eyes held hers for a brief moment, and then darted away.

“You have a suggestion for her club name?” Rolf asked neutrally.

“Yes, I do.” A smirk quirked the corner of Landon’s mouth. This time when he looked at her, his gaze met and held hers.

“Thief.”

TWELVE

Colette let out a slow breath, trying to wrestle her libido under control.

Landon wore matte black leather pants and a black t-shirt that hugged every muscle of his chest and shoulders. It wasn’t the head-to-toe leather look of a leather Dom, but those pants were making her mouth water.

She wanted to feel the leather against her skin as he turned her over his knee for a spanking.

Merde.

Colette closed her eyes, swallowing hard against the need that clawed up her throat.

She wanted to submit. The club wasn’t even open yet, there were no active scenes, and yet she was already fighting the urge, the need, to scene.

It would feel desperately good to give in, and give up control, if only for an hour or two.

“Oh, are you Master Landon’s?” Kitten asked, her attention bouncing between them.

“No,” they said in tandem.

Colette had no right to be annoyed that he’d said no, when she’d done the same.

“Thief?” Rolf asked, looking at her.

“That’s fine.” Though she didn’t like the name, she liked that Landon had suggested it.

That thought, more of a realization, had her wincing internally.

“I’ll make her a name necklace. Like we’re swingers!” Kitten declared.

“Not right now, Kitten.” Rolf set the small bag he held down on top of the bar.

Kitten, Baby, and Toy shifted, something in each of them changing.

Kitten dipped her chin, her hands down and loose at her sides. Baby shook back her hair, her chin raised and almost defiant. She was breathing fast, her breasts swelling against and threatening to spill over the top of the corset. Toy leaned back against the bar, elbows braced on the top.

Rolf methodically opened the bag, taking out a black towel, black gloves, a tube, and finally three butt plugs.

Colette blinked, glancing from the plugs to the club subs and back.

Once he had everything laid out to his satisfaction, Rolf stepped back from bar, turning to face his subs.

And that’s when Rolf changed.

The stiff, staid man she’d come to think of as controlled and cool melted away. Rolf lowered his chin, tipping his head one way, then the other, before rolling his shoulders, like a boxer prepping to enter the ring.