Page 62 of To Catch a Sub

“Good.” Another flick to the poor man’s unprotected balls. “And what if I wanted to spank these?”

The man whimpered, but said, “It would be my pleasure to be used, Master.”

It would be my pleasure to be used too, but I can’t risk it.

“Thief, give him a sip, please.”

Colette put the straw in the bottle of water, holding it to the sub’s lips.

“Drink more,” his master scolded. “I want your bladder nice and full.”

Colette eyed the sub’s cock, wondering if he could pee with the five connected cock rings on. She knew a lot about penises, but very little about how they could be used and abused in BDSM play, since she hadn’t had any prolonged exposure to male subs.

“I’d ask you to assist with the ice, but I think you’re needed at the stage.” The Dom nodded behind her.

Colette passed him the glass of ice before turning.

The Dom on the stage had a safety knife out and was cutting through the ropes of the sub’s chest harness.

Cutting rope bondage was never a good sign. Something had gone wrong.

Colette ran to help.

“Damn it, Lissy,” the Dom was muttering. “You said you were over your chest infection.”

“I—” The sub broke into a coughing fit. “I am,” she managed to wheeze out.

Her Dom snarled. “I’m going to tan your ass for lying, but first I need to get you loose.”

“Sir, can I help?” Colette asked.

“Yes, get the cuffs.”

Colette started unbuckling wrist and ankle cuffs as the man finished cutting through the rope. The sub took a deep breath, which turned into a cough, then a cry as the Dom removed the nipple clamps. There were faint impressions of the rope across her upper chest and arms and around her breasts. She looked lovely with the marks.

Colette finished with the cuffs, stepping back to give them space.

“Blanket,” the Dom snapped.

Colette jumped down, tits jiggling above the corset and grabbed one of her carefully rolled blankets. She shook it out and passed it over.

“You won’t be able to sit for a week,” the Dom was muttering.

“I missed you,” the sub said softly. “I need you.”

Colette’s breath caught at the woman’s soft, raw confession. The Dom pressed his forehead to hers.

“I need you too, but not at the expense of your health. There were plenty of things we could have done that didn’t involve making it harder for you to breathe.”

“I could breathe fine,” she grumbled. “It’s the coughing that was the problem.”

The Dom wrapped an around his sub’s shoulders, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her off.

Colette turned to watch them go, aching with a sweet sadness that she’d never had that. Nilus had performed after care, but he’d always been rather clinical about it, whereas those two had an emotional connection.

She tracked their progress to the far side of the club, where a scene at the St. Andrew’s cross had gathered a small crowd. A naked blond sub was spread eagled, while a tall, dark-haired Dom raised a paddle.

A familiar tall, dark-haired Dom.