Page 107 of To Catch a Sub

Landon pulled against the straps, fighting the need to grab her and take control of this situation.

“The point is, I’ve never seen you naked. Until now.” She grabbed the bottom part of the sheet and slowly dragged it off him.

He cursed, hips thrusting up as the fabric slid against the sensitive head of his cock. She pulled the sheet off the bed, leaving him exposed and restrained.

During his training, he’d subbed for both Doms and Dommes so he’d know what it felt like to submit. So he’d respect the positions he put his subs in. Subbing had felt like wearing an itchy shirt that was two sizes too small, but he’d done it.

This wasn’t uncomfortable the way it had been then. He wanted to be in charge, but this felt…safe.

He trusted her, despite all the evidence that said he shouldn’t.

Colette hiked her night dress up and knelt on the bed near his hip, her gaze roaming from his chest to his cock. “May I touch you?”

“Yes,” he growled through his teeth, his cock painfully erect.

Her hands pressed against his chest; fingers splayed over his pecs.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

“You feel it too, then.”

“What?” He lifted his head.

“Every time you touch me it’s like an electric shock. Even a simple touch.” She ran her hands down his chest, over his abdomen. Her forearm bumped his dick and he sucked in air.

“Is that what it feels like when I touch you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he groaned. “But it’s more than that. Even being near you makes me feel like I’m seeing color for the first time.”

Desire was making him say nonsensical stuff, but Colette was looking like him as if he’d just spoken poetry.

“We’re wrong for each other,” she whispered.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he snarled.

Colette smiled. “Neither do I.”

She lowered her lips to his dick.

* * *

Colette was breathless with anticipation, and each breath she did take made her nipples scrape against her night dress.

Landon’s body was laid out before her like a feast, his cock hard and erect, the tip glistening.

She wanted, no needed, to taste him. Hands on his hips, she bent, wrapping her lips around the fat head of his cock, tasting him with one long stroke over the velvety skin.

His cock jerked in her mouth, and the wood headboard groaned as he pulled on the straps. It was delicious hearing and feeling the effect she had on him.

Colette gripped the base of his dick with one hand, holding him steady as she raised her head. She sucked as she pulled back, and it made a soft pop sound when his cock came free of her mouth.

“Fuck, Colette.” He’d raised his head and was watching her with almost feverish eyes.

Holding his gaze, she rubbed the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue, concentrating on the little notch.

Landon hissed out a breath. “Take my dick deep,” he commanded. “I want to hear you choke on it.”

She pressed her knees together as her pussy creamed at his crude words. “Or what?” She kissed his cock, then dragged her open mouth down the side of the shaft, making sure to get it wet.