Page 132 of To Catch a Sub

“Come here, love.”

Colette glanced at his face, and her throat tightened with tears. She crawled across the couch and onto his lap, curling up in his arms as he tucked the blanket over her toes and around her shoulders.

“I rarely cry,” she whispered. “I know you won’t believe it. Why should you, when all I do with you is cry?”

“Cry if you need to. It’s a fucking honor that you feel safe in my arms.”

She snuggled in closer. “I don’t want to cuddle and cry. I want to fuck.”

“We have time for both.”

“The club’s open tonight. I have to work.”

“No. Not tonight.”

“Rolf—”

“Rolf can go fuck himself.” Landon’s arms tightened around her. “Though I’m glad you went to him for aftercare. I should have gone to them myself and asked them to take care of you.”

Colette sat up, straddling his thighs. She wore the blanket like a cloak, draped over her shoulders but open in the front. Landon’s hands slid up her bare thighs to cup her hips, fingertips flexing gently against her skin.

“It was awful,” she said softly, “but after the first night, though I was always scared because I couldn’t predict what he’d do, it felt more like I was in a labyrinth rather than a prison.”

“The situation was a puzzle you could solve.”

“Yes.” Colette gripped his wrists, pressing his hands tighter against her. “Damien is either mad or so dangerous that he’s able to indulge every aberrant impulse and no one dares stop him or even comment on his actions.”

“And he’s fixated on you.”

Colette shivered, though she was warm enough with the blanket over her back and shoulders. “I don’t understand why.”

Landon winced in an exaggerated way. “As someone who’s also been looking for you for years, I probably shouldn’t say anything.”

She laughed, as she knew he’d intended.

It would have been a good moment to transition the conversation, and their interaction, back to sex. Though her desire had faded given what they’d been talking about, she was still aroused and ready for him.

Landon’s thoughts must have mirrored hers. “If you want to just go to bed, it’s been a long night...”

It wasn’t that late, but clearly, he was willing to pretend it was if she needed it.

“That’s not what I want.” She started to smile, but realized something. “If you’re not comfortable topping me now that you know what happened…”

They were both hesitant, unsure.

Landon cupped her face with both hands. “Are you worrying that I don’t want you now that I know? Fuck, Colette, nothing could be further from the truth.”

“We could just have sex again,” she offered.

“Now you’re thinking that I don’t want to dominate you.” His gaze bore into her. “Again, you’re wrong. I want you helpless and begging me to fuck you. I want to fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name as you beg me for more.”

She didn’t know if her need to submit sexually was something inherently hers, or if being trained as a sub when she was still relatively sexually inexperienced had forever altered what she wanted and needed from sex.

Whatever the reason, despite the fact that Damien had forcibly taken control of her body for a time, right now she desperately wanted to give control of not just her body, but her soul, to Landon.

Consent and context changed everything.

“Are you telling me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck my mouth?” she asked.