Page 66 of To Catch a Sub

Colette’s eyes widened as she looked at him, her gaze focused on his mouth.

For a moment they were frozen, staring at one another.

Then Colette stepped up onto the bench, bent down, and kissed him.

If he’d thought seeing her dressed like a sub, or even having her over his knee for a minute was world changing, the kiss realigned the fucking universe.

She tasted vaguely of cream and coffee, her lips wet and soft against his. It felt odd to tip his head up to kiss, rather than down, but he liked it. Liked it better when her hands slid through his hair.

He wrapped his arms around her ass, feeling the warm, plump flesh against his forearms.

Colette opened her mouth, and he accepted the invitation. He ran his tongue over her lips before tasting her warm, wet mouth. Colette sucked on his tongue as she melted against him, her bodyweight leaning against his chest and shoulders.

She pulled back, breathing heavy, but he didn’t let her go far, reaching up to cradle the back of her head with one hand. Their faces were too close together for him to see her—their foreheads together, her nose alongside his.

This felt like more than a post-physical fight kiss. Not that there should be such a thing as a post-fight kiss.

Remembering that he’d spanked her without prior discussion or consent, Landon winced and started to pull away.

Colette stepped down off the bench, but before he’d fully pulled away, she caught his wrist, dragging his hand to the back of her neck. He felt the bulk of the collar buckle under the silky strands of her hair.

She bowed her head, resting it against his shoulder. The quiet trust and submission made him want to pull her into his arms and never let go.

“You want me to take the collar off?” he asked softly.

“Yes, please.” Her voice was equally soft, her next words almost inaudible. “I wanted you to be the one to put it on.”

Had he heard that right? Probably wishful fucking thinking.

Landon carefully separated her hair, pulling it forward over her shoulders. He unlatched the simple buckle at the back of the collar, the leather and metal both warm under his fingers.

Colette lifted her head as Landon pulled the collar away from her neck.

“Let me see,” he demanded, and she tipped her chin up, exposing her throat. He stroked the column of flesh with two fingers, and she shivered.

Enough was fucking enough.

Landon wrapped his hand around Colette’s wrist and headed for the door.

FIFTEEN

Several Years Earlier

“My flat is on the other side of the city.” Landon spoke without thinking, and once the words were out, he whipped his head around to look at Colette. “I…I realize that sounds like I’m assuming.”

“Mine is closer, but it’s tiny, not nice, and I have flatmates.” Colette grimaced. “Student flat.”

Landon looked at the front desk. “We are in a hotel…”

Colette smiled, her gaze shifting to his lips.

Fuck yes.

Hand in hand they walked to the reception desk, and ten minutes later he keyed open the door of the hotel room. It was modern and chic, despite the historic lobby and exterior of the hotel.

The bed sat on a raised platform, which had pale blue accent lighting around the bottom edge. There was a small desk, chair, and chest of drawers.

There was also a sleek modern chaise against the far wall, under the small window. Made of sleek purple leather, it curved to match the contours of a reclining body, and the highest point was the perfect height to bend a woman over.