Page 96 of To Catch a Sub

The plug penetrated her once more, faster this time. Her anus fluttered around it, trying to clench down, but it was too thick.

“I know what you want. And what we both need.”

He pressed the plug all the way in, and her body closed around the narrower, if not exactly narrow, neck.

Strong hands gripped her ass cheeks, kneading the tender flesh.

“How does that feel?”

“Good, Master Landon. I feel full.”

He guided her off his lap, helping her slide to the floor between his feet until she was kneeling facing him.

“Toes on the floor,” he commanded.

Colette leaned forward and repositioned her feet, toes and balls of her feet now braced on the floor.

“Sit back.”

She obeyed, her heels digging painfully into her abused bottom. She hissed out a breath.

Landon notched his hand under her chin, tipping her face up.

Colette fastened her gaze on his chin, her lashes half lowered. His thumb played with her lower lip, pulling it down.

“Now that you’ve been spanked and plugged, you’re going to be my good girl.”

His thumb pressed into her mouth and she sucked, suddenly ravenous for something far thicker than his thumb.

“You’re going answer some questions.”

She didn’t want to answer questions about her past experiences as a sub. Anything she said might color or change what he chose to do to her. She didn’t want this to be about her.

Colette wanted to be the canvas upon which he painted his dominance and perversity. She wanted to know the darkest core of him, and feel it against her flesh.

Landon reached down and cupped her breasts, thumbs working her tight nipples. Pleasure zinged through her, making a direct connection between her breasts and pussy.

“Where did you get the diamond?”

She barely heard him, the pleasure of being played with stealing her focus. She wanted him to pinch her nipples. Clamp them so hard she cried. Soothe them with his tongue after perpetrating abuse.

“Who did you steal it from, my pretty Thief?”

The word thief shocked her like a live wire. Colette blinking, replaying the questions he’d just asked.

He wasn’t questioning her about her past or her submission. This wasn’t her Dom asking questions.

This was an Interpol interrogation.

Hurt and bright anger flooded her. She sucked in air, knocking his hands away from her breasts.

“You fucking asshole,” she snarled.

“Colette.” The word lashed like a whip.

She scrambled to her feet, swallowing against the tightness in her throat and forcing the hurt down. Anger was her only possible shield.

Landon rose slowly, his big body straightening. He was still fully clothed, shoes on, while she was naked save for the collar he’d put around her neck and the plug he’d shoved into her ass.