Free White Collared Part Two: Greed by Shelly Bell

her permission to speak?
    Jax palmed the back of her neck. The subtle touch was all she needed to reassure her. “Eric, I promise, I never sent a single e-mail to you. You said someone pretending to be me set up a weekend at your home?”
    “Yes. The e-mails said you were going out of town and wished to board her with me for a weekend. She spent most of the time in her cage with Eve, cuddling and playing,” he said in a reminiscent tone.
    Jax scowled. “Did you fuck my wife?”
    Master Graham placed a hand on his chest. “Of course not. I don’t have sex with my kittens.”
    Before she could stop herself, she asked, “Then why do you keep them?” Her submissive and lawyer parts warred with one another. She wasn’t supposed to speak without Jax’s permission, but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut either. In a compromise, she kept her gaze on the floor.
    From the corner of her eye, she caught Master Graham looking at Jax for permission to answer her question and Jax nodding. “I give them a home. Safety. Food. They wish to live their lives as pets, and I provide them the means to do so. My wife and I enjoy watching our kittens frolic. It brings us pleasure.”
    “Do you still have the e-mails?” she asked.
    “I’m sure I can find them,” he said.
    “Could you please forward them to me? I’ll leave my e-mail at the front desk.”
    “Of course,” Eric replied. “I should tell you, Alyssa did spend a considerable amount of time here with a sadist by the name of Anthony Rinaldi.”
    “The mobster?” Jax asked. “I wasn’t aware he was a member.”
    “He and I don’t run in the same circles, but I’ve heard rumblings that he has a difficult time honoring his masochists’ limits. The few times he’s gotten caught going too far, he’s claimed not to have heard the safe word, and, unfortunately, his masochists back him up. None of this occurred at Benediction, but Master Cole agreed to allow Rinaldi membership only on the condition that he’d be monitored at all times.”
    What kind of bastard would ignore a safe word? Someone who’d find pleasure in killing?
    “I’ll have my legal team look into it,” Jax said grimly.
    Master Graham stood. “I should check that Kitten made it safely to the Freeway.”
    “What is the Freeway?” she asked, her curiosity too great to remain quiet. What did it matter at this point? She’d already broken one of Jax’s rules.
    “The Freeway is a room where anything goes,” Master Eric said dreamily. “The space remains dark. Each participant wears a glow-in-the-dark mask. There’s also a lit basket on a table with condoms and lubes. You don’t know who is touching you. Man, woman . . . you open yourself up to a world of possibilities. The Freeway erases mental roadblocks, allowing you to experience arousal without societal constraints.”
    Kate shivered. Despite her head telling her an orgy was wrong, her body disagreed, her nipples pebbling and hot arousal dripping down her slit.
    Had Jax and Alyssa ever participated? She couldn’t imagine a possessive Jax enjoying anyone touching what he considered to be his. Is that the room he’d alluded to earlier?
    When Master Eric left to find his kitten, Jax pulled her onto his lap. “You broke protocol again. You know what that means?”
    She shook her head. Would he fire her as his submissive?
    “Punishment,” he said. “Tell me what you did wrong.”
    “I spoke without permission. I’m sorry, Jax—”
    He pressed his fingertips to her lips. “When we’re at Benediction or in a scene, I expect you to remain quiet. You should have asked me for permission before questioning Eric. Good thing I introduced you as my sub-in-training or you would’ve completely blown your cover. Now pull up your skirt and bend forward, placing your hands on the wall in front of you for support.”
    He couldn’t be serious. He was going to spank her as her punishment? If he spanked her each time she did something wrong, she’d