Page 89 of To Catch a Sub

He took his fingers from her pussy, and she missed his touch.

He spread his feet, boots braced on the floor, and patted one thigh.

“Face down over my lap.”

A spanking.

He’d told her she was a bad girl, but being a bad girl was rarely a bad thing in her experience. Colette was breathless with anticipation as she walked to his side. She bent at the waist, bracing her hands on his far thigh before carefully lowering herself over his lap. Her breasts hung in the space between his legs while her upper chest and the fronts of her shoulders rested against his thigh. Her hands were pinned between her shoulders and his leg, her elbows pointed at the ceiling.

“Hands here.” He tapped the small of her back.

Gingerly, Colette moved her arms, hooking her index fingers together at the small of her back. One arm pressed against his stomach, and she straightened it a little, not wanting to elbow him in the stomach.

“You’re smiling. Why?”

Startled, she twisted, trying look up and back at him. “How can you tell I was smiling?”

“I could see your cheek. And I spend way too much fucking time thinking about your smiles.”

Colette twisted more, one shoulder rising. She wanted to see his face.

“No.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to face the floor as his word rang with command.

Her pussy clenched, even as the urge to fight back blossomed and died within the span of a second.

“Tell me why you were smiling.”

“I was worried that I was going to jab your stomach with my elbow. I was smiling because it’s such a sub thing to worry about.”

He huffed out a laugh. “You’re worried about accidentally elbowing me, when I’m about light up your ass.”

“Yes, Master Landon.”

He released her hair, but brushed it to one side so that it didn’t obscure her face.

“Master Landon?”

“Yes, Colette?”

“Why did you think I wouldn’t be obedient?”

“Honestly, first I figured you’d be a brat. But the more I thought about it, I realized that you’re too self-controlled.”

“Brats have fun.”

“When I was talking to Andrei, he said something interesting about how sometimes we need external pressure to do things, even if we want those things.”

“You talked to Andrei about me?”

Landon’s wide palm made circles on her upper back. Her skin was cool, and the warmth felt good. Unlike the club, this room wasn’t heated by a crowd.

“I talked to Andrei,” he confirmed. “That conversation helped me put the pieces together. How many times over the past two days have you told me that you need submission, need to scene? And yet you refused.”

“I wasn’t lying. I didn’t plan to do…this.” She considered sitting up. This felt like a face-to-face conversation, not a face down over her Dom’s lap conversation.

“You were holding on so tight you couldn’t let go enough to engage in the power exchange. To submit.”

She swallowed against the very tightness he’d just described. “If you’re right, does it change anything?”