Free White Collared Part Three: Revenge by Shelly Bell Page B

give you that.”
    His gaze zeroed in on her tears, and he stepped forward, giving her the hope that he’d hold her and tell her he didn’t need anything more than what she could give. Then he stopped, and without him saying the words, she knew she’d lost him. “And I can’t live without it. Not anymore.”
    He shouldn’t have to. He deserved more than the measly scraps of submission Alyssa gave him. And as much as her body was onboard with Jaxon as its master, the protests in her head kept her from making a promise she wasn’t sure she could keep. But oh, how she wanted to try.
    She folded her arms over her chest and took a deep breath. “What about when we go to Benediction?”
    He flinched. “We’ll put on an act.”
    She nodded and then turned away, not wanting him to see the pain in her eyes and afraid she’d change her mind.
    At least they’d have tonight.
    Because, after all, the show must go on.

Chapter Nine
    H AVING NOTHING APPROPRIATE for Benediction, she wore the same skirt, corset, and mask as she’d worn the first time. Jaxon, on the other hand, wore a tight black shirt and black leather pants that showcased his defined muscles, especially his ass. It killed her not to touch him.
    They’d spent the afternoon together at her apartment, her catching up on her independent study paper and doing some research on electrical play and him on the phone with various people. As hard as she’d tried not to eavesdrop, she couldn’t help listening when he’d used his Dom voice. From what she’d deciphered, he seemed to use it for certain employees, and she wondered if they were female.
    Nick had called to check up on her and to let them know nothing had come up on a background check into Reverend Pierce. He reminded her that he’d pick her up in the morning at Jaxon’s house.
    Even knowing nothing would happen between them, just spending time in his presence had kept her on edge most of the day. She’d had to change her panties twice. And both times, as she’d gotten up to leave the room, Jaxon’s eyes had darkened with arousal, as if he knew what she was going to do.
    It had taken all her strength not to rip his clothes off when they’d gone to his house for him to change into his clothes for the club. No man should look so good in leather.
    They met with Master Cole, who assured them the cameras would capture everything that happened in the electrical playroom and that the dungeon monitors would be on standby during her session. Master Cole had never heard Reverend Pierce mentioned as a member of the BDSM community.
    So it appeared they’d hit another dead end. Hopefully Anthony Rinaldi had something useful for them because they were running out of time, especially since the prosecutor had the witness who would allegedly destroy Jaxon’s alibi.
    After completing her health survey and signing a waiver of liability for electrical play, she clung to Jaxon as he led her down the metal stairs into the basement of the mansion.
    To the dungeon.
    Not that she was scared. In fact, in a way she felt like she was going home. A home where she belonged.
    But it gave her a chance to touch Jaxon, and she wasn’t going to allow it to pass.
    The bass of the music and scents of musk and leather floated up to greet her. Small lanterns with flickering lights like candle flames adorned the wall.
    As if it were a conditioned response, her body instantly became aroused by the sounds of pleasure and pain—the slaps and thuds, grunts and moans.
    At the bottom of the stairs, they entered an open room with high beams painted black. More lanterns lit the dim space. Two blond women and one red-headed man, all naked with ball-gags in their mouths, hung sideways, bound by rope and suspended from the ceiling.
    Jaxon pushed her forward, moving them farther into the room. Black and white photographs hung on the maroon walls. She wanted to look more closely, but from her vantage point, she could see that they were nudes of men and