Page 83 of To Catch a Sub

She laughed softly, patting his head. “It’s okay, normally I’m into that.”

Landon raised his head, gaze holding hers. Something shifted between them.

Slowly, Colette sat up, her eyes soft. Landon rested back on his heels, watching as she swiveled to sit on the side of the bed, one knee on either side of his body as he knelt on the floor. The insides of her knees pressed against his waist.

It wasn’t the first time they’d been in this position. He had a vivid flashback to something that almost was, with a woman he should have realized was a thief.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For taking care of me.”

“I want to take care of you.” He gripped her hips, making sure his hands were low enough that he wasn’t touching the cut. “But you have to let me.”

She started to look away, but Landon hooked a finger under the collar and tugged. He felt her throat work as she swallowed.

“Colette, either you tell me to get out of your room, or we’re going to have our scene. Right here, and right now.” Landon was holding on to his control with both hands, and if she told him to leave, he’d do it. It would exhaust the last of his reserves, but he could do it.

Her eyes were soft, her gaze focused on his lips. “And what if I don’t want you to go?”

For a moment he was back in that hotel restaurant, and something uneasy slithered through him.

Landon pushed to his feet, backing up a few steps.

“Tell me to go.”

“I don’t want you to go.” She spread her legs, toes braced on the floor. “Master Landon.”

Landon held her gaze until she submissively lowered her lashes.

“Then get on your knees.”

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Colette slid off the edge of the bed onto her knees. Her heart was racing, but her mind was quiet. At peace. The reasons not to do this far outweighed any justifications she could make to herself about it being a good idea, but she didn’t care.

She was horny and emotionally exhausted. Never a good combination.

Landon was offering what she needed, and she was going to take it, and damn the consequences. Maybe if she’d let herself really cry a moment ago when she had been in his arms she wouldn’t need this. The tears could have been the emotional outlet she needed.

But she hadn’t let herself cry.

It was embarrassing enough that she’d literally thrown herself into his arms in a weak moment. His big body was the physical embodiment of the safety she’d been looking for when she’d walked into Interpol.

In a fucked up way, subbing for him was safer than crying in his arms. It put the structure and rules of BDSM between them. A different kind of safety.

Landon ran a hand through her hair, and she tipped her head to the side. He obligingly cupped her cheek, holding the weight of her head.

Then his thumb touched her lower lip, applying a small amount of pressure.

Colette parted her lips, loving the silent command. She didn’t want to think or decide.

She wanted to obey.

She needed to be used.

Landon stepped closer, and she ran her hands up his thighs, fingers hovering on either side of his crotch, waiting for the command to undo his pants, free his cock, and then take him in her mouth.

Landon caught her wrists, manacling her with his strong fingers.

“We never finished our inspection.” His voice was lower, tone soft but firm, like velvet over steel.