Page 55 of To Catch a Sub

Then, when she was done working for the night, she’d kneel for him and submit her body and mind to his control.

And when the scene was done, they’d…go back to the mildly antagonistic relationship?

What if he took advantage of the scene to try and get information out of her?

“No.”

Colette tried to pull her wrists free. For a moment he held her in place, making it more than clear that she couldn’t get away unless he let her go.

But he released her, and Colette stumbled forward several steps.

Everyone looked over. Toy, Baby, and Kitten were all standing, Baby’s underwear back in place. Each of them had a soft, floaty look on their face that Colette envied.

“Colette.”

Landon’s voice made her twitch, but she refused to turn around. She couldn’t control her face however, and screwed her eyes closed, her mouth twisting as she fought the sudden urge to cry.

“Fine.” The sound of his retreating footsteps hammered into her. It was a relief when the music started up again, drowning out all other sound.

THIRTEEN

Landon leaned against the wall, forcing his shoulder muscles to relax, despite the tension that tried to knot them.

It was nearing midnight, and experience said the mellow introductory part of the evening was almost over. From midnight to three was usually when the most intense play happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Rolf close the entry door behind the most recent members to enter. They went immediately to the locker rooms, careful to stay on the carpet runner with their outdoor shoes.

Rolf flipped open a small panel, built into the wall, checking the security camera feed that showed the bottom of the stairs and the hallway. The hallway on the ground floor was full of people. The club below was packed, so the hallways became a retreat location for a breath of cooler air and a slight reduction in the noise—as well as access to bathrooms.

The lights and music from below speared up into the private club, drowning out the sounds of quiet conversations, but not the slap of leather and wood against flesh.

He dutifully scanned the room once more, checking in on each active scene. His scan was perfunctory at best, because the instant he’d made a visual sweep his attention bounced back to Colette.

“Would you pay more attention if I put you at the door?” Rolf asked from beside him.

Landon didn’t turn to the other man, keeping his focus on Colette. “I’m paying attention.”

“To her.”

Now Landon looked over, seeing that Rolf was watching Colette too.

As he’d expected, Colette wasn’t awkward or unsure. She was as adept and skilled as any of Rolf’s club subs. Her ability to blend in, to seamlessly insert herself was no doubt a skill necessary for a thief.

Currently, Colette was crouched by a low coffee table, unobtrusively collecting empty glasses and bottles of water from a table while a Dom leisurely fucked the mouth of a female submissive less than a yard from her.

The sub’s hands and forearms were caught in an arm binding behind her back and while the table somewhat obstructed Landon’s view, he’d bet the sub had her knees spread wide on the floor.

Colette filled her small tray, gracefully rising to her feet. The corset lifted her breasts, creating two sweet, plum mounds. The wide expanse of naked upper chest and shoulders was more alluring than it should have been. Her arms and legs were equally bare.

She seemed…naked.

He knew that didn’t make objective sense, but he couldn’t shake off that thought. Colette wore more clothes than many people in the club, but she was naked in a way others, particularly the club subs, weren’t.

Her throat needed a collar.

Her ankles and wrists needed cuffs.

“You should have put a collar on her,” Landon told Rolf, even as the idea made he want to smash things.