Page 45 of To Catch a Sub

ELEVEN

Colette watched as Landon’s body went tight and hard in reaction to her response.

“You’re…” He turned his head, looking out the window. The muscles in his jaw were jumping under his skin.

“Am I allowed to answer with more than just yes or no?”

“Yes. You are.”

“How magnanimous.”

He jerked his head to face her. “Colette.”

His tone, the warning and anger, was like a physical touch. She shivered, perversely delighted by making him frustrated.

“I enjoy sexual submission. I’m not particularly submissive otherwise, so…” She shrugged.

“Trusting someone enough to give them control is an emotional release.”

Now she was the one who jerked, gaze flying up to meet his. That was exactly why she sought out submission.

To hide the truth, she smirked, knowing he couldn’t hear her heart pounding. “Actually, I enjoy the kink, and I’ve found that good kink tastes better with some submission.”

He studied her for a long moment. “You’re lying.”

She shrugged, her hands fists in her pockets.

“Don’t lie to me, Colette.”

Irritation made her snap at him. “What makes you think you deserve the truth? People think they are entitled to another person’s truth, but they’re not.”

He, unfortunately, was perfectly calm as he continued to study her. “You have a right to privacy.”

She uncrossed her legs, then recrossed them with the opposite one on top, but didn’t respond.

“But when it comes to submission, you’re going to be honest. This isn’t the place to lie about how experienced you are when it comes to the lifestyle.”

Colette looked out the window, at the non-picturesque roofs of buildings in the industrial area, and beyond that at the pretty lights of the city.

“Enjoying sexual submission, and being a BDSM submissive, are different things. I need to know—not want, but need to know in order to protect you—which one are you?”

Colette was abruptly tired. She hadn’t slept well and her side was hurting. She wanted to take some tablets, shower, and lie down.

“I was a member of a club, for a little while,” she said softly, still looking out the window.

“What club?”

“I won’t tell you.” Without looking at him, she shook her head, preemptively denying his impending insistence. “You just agreed that I have a right to some privacy.”

In her peripheral vision she watched as he clasped his hands together between his knees and dropped his head. After a moment he sat back.

“True, I did say that.”

“My first club… It’s not normally a place for novices. I was the exception, allowed to be there, and train there, because the man I was with was very well respected.”

“So you have formal training as a submissive.”

“Yes.”