Page 64 of To Catch a Sub

She’d called him Master Landon and Sir, never just Master. Maybe that meant she wasn’t actually Landon’s sub, just a scene partner.

Maybe that was wishful thinking on Colette’s part.

Landon stepped back, attention zipping over the sub and the St. Andrew’s Cross. As he turned, his gaze scanned the crowd.

Colette held her breath, wondering if he could see the crowd given the small directional lights that pointed at the stage.

She got her answer a second later.

His eyes widened when he saw her, and Colette raised her chin, though inside she was quaking. His gaze skimmed down her, and his jaw went tight.

His eyes met hers, and she didn’t know how to read the expression stamped on his face.

She waited, though she didn’t know for what, but Landon turned back to the blonde.

“Last one, Rose.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Landon raised the paddle, then looked at Colette. He held her gaze, flicked his eyes to the paddle and then back to her, the implication clear.

Colette smiled at him, one brow arched, but her heart was slamming against her ribs, and her fingers trembled.

Landon brought the paddle down on the sub’s ass, and before her shriek of pain was done, Colette had turned away, doing her best to disappear into the crowd.

* * *

Colette almost made it back to the playroom suite door when Landon caught her.

She knew it was him the moment hands closed around her hips, yanking her back and spinning her.

If she’d had any doubt, the next second, when her back hit the wall and her wrists were pinned above her head, wiped them away. Being pinned to a wall by Landon was a nearly daily occurrence in her life as of late.

That errant thought made her lips quirk as she tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

Landon’s lips were pulled up in a snarl, but he wasn’t looking at her face. He was looking at her neck.

“Whose collar is this?”

* * *

Landon wanted to rip the collar off her throat, then murder whoever had placed it there.

Then he’d take Colette to his room and make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to. Mark her pretty skin so any other Master who tried to scene with her would know she was already taken.

Fucking danger, man. You’re too deep in Dom mode.

He gritted his teeth and tried to rein himself in, but the urge to possess and dominate Colette was tearing him up from the inside. Topping Rose hadn’t alleviated any of his need, only made him more acutely aware that he wasn’t scening with Colette.

Seeing her in the crowd, wearing someone else’s collar, had nearly killed his control. The urge to abandon Rose in order to control Colette had been nearly overwhelming. But he viewed the power exchange as damn-near sacred, and would never abuse the gift of a sub’s trust. He’d finished the scene with one last smack of the paddle, then passed Rose over to Rolf for aftercare.

Then he hunted down Colette.

Her eyes widened at his question, the small smile that curved her lips vanishing.

“Whose collar?” he demanded. “Is it Red’s?” The sight of her dropping to her knees for the other man would haunt him until the end of days.

“No.” She took a breath, shaking her head. “No.”