Page 160 of To Catch a Sub

That train of thought led to thinking about Club Alibi, and her time there. What a fool she’d been to complain about the possibility of having to stay there. Stay hidden and safe.

With Landon.

Damien jerked her back into the moment, pressing on one of the sore spots on her wound.

“You can earn your diamonds and rubies. I’ll add them to you. Until you’re decorated like a concubine in a harem.” Damien once more selected several spools of chain. Tonsure looped them around her waist to measure, leaning close to her naked body, but not touching her to do so. Damien stood back, eyeing her like a painter eyes a canvas as he decided how long he wanted each of the permanent waist chains to be.

Colette once more let her mind wander, trying to slide away from the present.

“Hold very still, or he will burn you,” Damien said with a smile.

This time there was no leather pad between her skin and the chain as Tonsure welded each of the three chains closed. There were a few sparks of pain, and almost blistering heat. Colette squeezed her eyes shut, locking her muscles in an effort to stay still. She could barely move, so it wasn’t hard.

For all the times she’d been in bondage, she’d never been this helpless. Even the heaviest restraints and most restrictive rope hadn’t left her this vulnerable, because she’d gone willingly into that temporary enslavement.

“Ah yes, that is it.” Damien toyed with the chains around her waist, his gaze flicking from them down to her ankles and back.

There was a visible bulge in the front of his pants.

Waist chains and anklets really did it for him.

“Do you want one between her legs?” Tonsure asked. “I can make it tight enough to hurt, or loose enough to tease.”

Colette forced herself to take even breaths and not react.

Damien traced a line from the lowest waist chain down to her mons. He fingered her slit casually before saying, “No, not yet. Maybe after the wedding.”

Would he really wait until they were married to rape her? And would he force her into a legal marriage? Not that he knew her name...

Unless he did.

He knew that she’d gone to Interpol. Knew they housed her in a BDSM club. How? And whatever that source of information was, did that mean he also knew her real name, and what she was?

Her Colline identity was that of a gem and jewelry expert with a bit of a shady reputation. Someone with skills, knowledge, and somewhat flexible morals.

But Colline wasn’t a known thief. Wasn’t a person of interest in a half a dozen thefts, or someone those in the know turned to when they needed something liberated from a collection.

She let herself get lost in her thoughts, the puzzle of how he knew about Interpol distracting her from the feel of his hands on her body.

“Wife.” Damien’s tone jerked her out of her musings. His tone made it clear it wasn’t the first time he’d said it.

She looked up just in time for his hand to crack against her face.

With her arms stretched up and pressing against her ears, the sides of her face were protected, and the slap barely grazed her lips and chin.

Damien’s face twisted, and he backhanded her, a direct blow to her mouth. She staggered back, the chain digging painfully into her wrists. Pain in her lip made her eyes water and she tasted blood. She lost her balance and for a horrible moment all her weight was on her wrists and shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped, blood dripping from her split lit onto her chest as she scrambled to get her feed under her.

Damien grunted, then looked at Tonsure.

“Pierce her nipples, so she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.”

* * *

“That’s bloody brilliant, thanks mate.” Landon scribbled the details onto a scrap of paper, his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear.

“You need some help?” The man on the other end of the line asked.