Free White Collared Part Four: Passion by Shelly Bell

see your beautiful cunt on camera.” He licked his lips playfully. “Oh yeah. You’re not to make yourself come unless I give you permission.”
    Said cunt clenched in reaction to Jaxon’s words. “You mean right now?”
    His expression turned fierce. “I mean now and forever. I own you and your orgasms as long as you wear my collar.”
    She shivered. “And what about you? Do I own your orgasms?”
    He laughed. “No. It doesn’t work that way. But you own something more fragile.” He stood and took her hands, bringing her to her feet. “My heart.” He kissed her, slow and languid, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, only pulling away when a boom of thunder shook the walls. “It’s raining. Take one of my cars. In fact, keep one. I’d feel better if you weren’t driving around on that bike of yours, especially when it turns cold. You’re welcome to stay here as well. Your apartment isn’t safe and I’d—”
    She kissed him to shut him up. “Jaxon. I appreciate the offer, but my bike and the apartment are part of who I am at the moment.” She may be his submissive in the bedroom, but she had to retain her independence. But she wasn’t stupid. “I will, however, take the Hummer today.”
    Thankfully, Nick had lent her money to get a new tire for her bike. One more thing she owed him for.
    After she and Jaxon finished dressing, he led her down the stairs and to the garage and then handed her the keys. Her throat tightened, and she exhaled a shuddering breath, determined not to cry. She had to stay strong not only for herself but for him. Crying now would feel too much like a manipulation, and she didn’t play games.
    Well, not unless they played them together.
    He brushed his knuckles under her eyes. “Don’t be sad, Katerina. This isn’t good-bye.” He yanked her to his chest and dipped his head. “Kiss me.”
    It was as if his lips were magnets and she the iron lured by his invisible force field, impossible to resist. Not that she wanted to. No. She sealed her mouth to his and showed him with her lips, with her tongue, with the moans from low in her throat how much she cared for him.
    When he pulled away, he took another piece of her with him, but she didn’t feel a void. Because he’d replaced it with a piece of himself, and that piece was filled with light and hope and passion.
    “Good luck with Hannah. I’ll call you tonight at nine. Make sure you’re sprawled out on your bed. Naked.”
    After he moved her bike into his garage, she grabbed her briefcase and threw it in the passenger seat of the Hummer.
    She watched him in her rearview mirror as she backed out of his garage. Watched him until the gate closed behind her. Then she drove home, proud of herself for managing to keep the tears at bay.
    It wasn’t easy.
    She cranked up the music and rocked out to Eminem at the top of her lungs. By the time she reached her apartment forty minutes later, her throat hurt from her poor attempt at rap singing, but her eyes had stayed dry.
    She quickly showered and readied for her day. Then as she raced down her stairs, she called Lisa and told her she’d be late to work because Hannah had regained consciousness. Nick’s secretary promised to relay the message and thanked Kate for completing the filing for her.
    Despite rush hour traffic and the heavy rain, the drive to the hospital was a short one, and within minutes, she entered Hannah’s room, relieved to see her eating breakfast.
    Her face was gaunt, and she had circles under her eyes, but her coloring had returned. Her hair looked perfect, and she even wore a bit of lipstick.
    “You look good for a woman who’s been unconscious for over a week,” Kate said. “How are you feeling?”
    “Like someone tried to kill me.”
    “Someone did. Miles Joseph.” Kate sat in the chair by Hannah’s bed. The cushion was warm and Tom’s jacket was on the floor. She almost picked it up for him, but then she decided it was no longer her job to care