White Collared Part Three: Revenge (10 page)

Thirteen years old? Could Reverend Pierce have been her Master?

Just a little more information from him and she could leave. Well, maybe she’d enjoy the electrical stimulation a bit more. “Did she give you any other information? Was he older? Where did they meet?”

“Nah.” He stroked her cheek. “I wish I could help you with your case, counselor. I really do. I could tell by your impassioned speech earlier that Jaxon Deveroux is more than a client to you.” He waved at the camera and cranked the knob on the power box to the right. “But as long as you’re here, I might as well give you the full experience.”

A cry was ripped from her throat as her pussy and clitoris burned with the raging intensity of a forest fire.

Rinaldi laughed. “No need to thank me. Your screams are thanks enough.”

Chapter Ten

S
HE HEARD A
sound like the door smacking the wall. Angry shouts. Voices she didn’t recognize. Master Cole. What were they saying? Where was Jax?

She couldn’t lift her head. Couldn’t move. Flames licked at her, inside and out.

Then with the flip of a switch, the flames cooled. Her muscles continued to twitch, but the pain disappeared, leaving behind the strongest and most desperate need to come. Her pussy throbbed. She was teetering right on the edge of climax.

The scent of pine alerted her to Jax’s presence. His face came into view, and his gentle hand pressed against her cheek. “I’ll get you out of here.”

Moans fell from her lips when he removed the vaginal probe and ripped away the electrodes. Her skin was so sensitive. It was as if every inch of her below the waist was an erogenous zone. Every touch brought her closer and closer to the precipice, but she couldn’t find relief.

He lifted her from the table and cradled her naked body in his arms as he stalked past Master Cole, a couple of men she’d never seen before, and a smug-looking Rinaldi. He knew what the others didn’t. She’d loved every minute she spent on his table.

She tried to raise her hand to touch Jax, but she was too weak.

It didn’t matter what the alleged witness said about Jax’s alibi. He wasn’t a killer.

He was her hero.

By the time they reached the main room, she’d made her decision. She didn’t want to throw away her chance at happiness. She gazed up at him, wishing she had the energy to smooth the worry lines around his eyes and wanting to replace them with the crinkles that formed right before he climaxed. “I’m so sorry for this morning. I want to try, Jax.”

His heartbeat accelerated under her fingertips. “Thank fuck, Katerina. I hated letting him touch you.” His voice was ragged and hoarse. “Cole had to physically restrain me from going in there and punching that asshole’s lights out. No one fucking touches you but me. Tell me you’re mine.”

She was completely naked and at Jax’s mercy. People milled all around, but she didn’t care. The grunts and thuds in the room played as their background music, and the musky scent of sex floated in the air. “I’m yours. I belong to you, Jax.”

“Prove it to me.” He climbed onto a platform and set her stomach-down on a cushioned surface, her feet on the floor. “I need everyone to know you’re mine.” Something cold and smooth circled her neck, and she heard a quiet snap. “I’ve been carrying this with me the last two days. Wear my collar?”

She couldn’t see it, but no matter what it looked like, it was perfect. “Yes. I’ll wear it. I’ll never take it off.”

He spanked her ass with his hand. “Show everyone who’s mastered you. Who do you belong to?”

“You.” Her clit pulsed. If he hit her again, she’d come.

“Who owns your cunt?” He cupped her pussy, swiping a finger across her opening once.

“You.”

A finger plunged inside her mouth. One. Two. Three times. She tasted the tang of her pussy on it, and she moaned when he pulled it out.

“Who owns your mouth?”

“You.”

“Who owns your ass?” His teeth sank into the flesh of her behind.

She cried out from the decadent sensation. “You.”

He licked the bite and pressed a soft kiss on it before stretching his body over her back and whispering in her ear. “Who owns your heart?”

“You.” Hot tears spilled from her eyes. “You own my heart.”

He lifted himself off her. She heard his zipper and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then something wet pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered from the intrusion, desperate for penetration.

“I’m taking your ass here, where everyone can see.” The head of his cock slipped into her, stretching her. Making her feel alive. “You. Are. Mine.” He gripped the sides of her hips and thrust, working his cock in a little deeper. “Mine.”

She relished the burn and fullness of his possession. She felt taken. Owned. This man who’d been a stranger a few days ago now owned her completely. The weight of the collar pressed on her neck, a subtle reminder to whom she belonged. And there was no doubt in her mind.

He drove himself as deep as he could go and rested his clothed chest on her back, blanketing her. Sheltering her.

Her legs trembled from holding back her orgasm. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, make me come.”

“Look at everyone watching me take you.”

She lifted her head. A small crowd had assembled ten feet away, watching her and Jax with vivid interest. A Domme dressed in a black latex dress fondled her naked boi’s nipples. Two men, both in black leather vests and pants, spoke in hushed tones to one another, keeping their gazes trained on her.

She realized Jax and she must be on a stage of some sort because they were a few feet higher than the rest of the room. They were the entertainment, on display for all to see. A ripple of pleasure darted through her pussy from the lust in the eyes of her audience. These people understood what they witnessed. The special bond between Dom and sub.

Jax continued to slide his cock in and out of her ass, lighting up the nerves along its path. He breathed heavily, his sweat dripping on her skin. His constant praise and endearments lightened her heart and touched a part of her that was deeper than his cock could ever reach.

A flash of blond hair across the room caught her attention. She watched as a young girl with pigtails and bright red lipstick, wearing a baby-doll teddy, kneeled in front of an older man Kate would recognize anywhere. Not a gray hair on his head was out of place as the girl took his erect cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down on his length. His gaze fell on Kate and ensnared her.

His eyes narrowed and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

Panic shot through her like a bullet, and her hand flew to her face.

She’d forgotten to put the mask back on.

And Miles Joseph recognized her.

The founder of her firm freed her from his web, closing his eyes and shuddering in what she assumed was his release. Would he fire her? Fire Nick? Had she ruined her career by choosing to belong to Jax?

Jax didn’t allow her mind to continue to wander. He tugged on her hair and bit into her shoulder. His other hand reached under her, and he thrust his fingers into her pussy. “I’ll keep you safe, Katerina. Don’t worry about anything. You’re such a good girl. That’s why I want you to come. Let everyone hear it.” He pressed against her G-spot and, at the same time, flicked her clitoris with his thumb.

Her orgasm rushed to the surface, the force of it taking her by surprise. A piercing wail tore out of her throat. Shaking and throbbing, she bucked under Jax, her body out of her control. She expected him to pull out his fingers, but they remained, massaging that spot, extending the length of her climax and careening her toward another.

She wanted him to stop.

She didn’t want him ever to stop.

The tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter. Nothing ever felt this good. It was too much. She’d never survive.

“Again,” Jax commanded.

As if she had no choice, her body responded. She came hard, spirals of pleasure ravaging her pussy and her warm juices running down her legs.

Jax roared above her, giving into his own release. He kissed her neck and sighed. “Thank you, Katerina. You have no idea how much this meant to me.”

She’d never regret tonight.

She’d only regret not wearing her mask.

Chapter Eleven

Eight Days to Elections . . .

A
FTER CLEANING HER
, Jaxon spent time massaging her muscles before wrapping her in a warm blanket and sitting her on his lap. He fed her some grapes and cheese and made her drink a bottle of water. Gracie, the submissive whom she’d met on her previous visit, returned Kate’s clothes to Jaxon. He dressed her and led her out of Benediction, bringing her home to his bed. He’d called it aftercare, and she’d never felt more pampered.

She tried to stay awake, but her body and mind had gone through too much that night, and the drive lulled her to sleep. When she regained consciousness, she was naked again and tucked under silk sheets and warm blankets. The room was dark except for the light from the moon, which slanted over half of Jaxon’s face. He lay on his side, watching her.

“How long did I sleep?” she asked.

“About six hours.”

More sleep than she normally got, but since she’d been running on empty the last couple of days, it wasn’t a surprise that her body had required extra. What did surprise her was that she hadn’t woken when Jaxon had brought her into the house and put her to bed.

She inched closer, confirming that he was naked too when she bumped into his erect cock. “Have you been awake the entire time?”

“No. I woke up a little while ago.”

“And you decided to watch me sleep?”

“You looked so peaceful. And I like seeing my collar on you.”

She still hadn’t gotten to see it. “What does it look like?”

“It’s made from white gold, and an O ring of diamonds hangs from the center. I wanted those not in the scene to think it’s only a necklace.”

“And those in the lifestyle?”

“They’ll know you’re owned and cherished and will keep their filthy hands off you.” He inhaled sharply. “Did you change your mind about wearing it? I shouldn’t have asked you the way I did, so I’m asking again. Will you wear my collar and take me as your Dom?”

“Yes, Jax.”

“Because of the circumstances, we’ve done everything out of order, but I think it’s important we sit down together and draw up a D/s contract.”

“I’d like that.”

He rolled on top of her and kissed her, his hands on her cheeks. “I saw Mr. Joseph at Benediction. I promise you, your job isn’t in jeopardy. Maybe if he saw us outside of the club, but confidentiality is sacrosanct for our members. He’s probably just as concerned that you saw him there.”

“If you say so. I trust you.”

“Thank you, Katerina.” The use of her real name signaled they were entering a scene, and her nipples hardened in anticipation.

She covered his hands with hers, discovering something missing. “You took off your ring.”

“It didn’t seem right to continue wearing it after I’d collared you.”

She swept a kiss across his lips. “As your sub, I thank you for that consideration. But as your attorney, I’d advise you to wear it in public. At least until we find Alyssa’s killer.”

He grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands over her head. “No more talking unless I ask you a question,” he said in that Dom way of his. “Hold on to the slats of the headboard and don’t let go. I need to be inside you.” His fingers tested her readiness, sliding through her arousal.

Her phone blared from inside her purse on the nightstand. Groaning, Jaxon rolled off her.

She sat up and pulled out the cell. Her stomach twisted into knots as she read the display. “Good morning, Nick.”

“I talked to Rachel and confirmed her intel. District Attorney Savage has Bethany Gold sequestered at a downtown hotel. She’s going to give her official statement this morning.”

Jaxon flipped on the lights, and she shielded her eyes from the sudden brightness. “And that is . . .?”

Nick sighed. “After Jaxon’s meeting in Chicago at Lebowitz, Hoffmyer, and Gold, Bethany Gold accompanied him to his hotel where she spent the night.
Alone.
According to her, they had dinner and sex before Jaxon spoke to Alyssa on the phone. He left around midnight, and Bethany, not Jaxon, dropped off the key at the front desk the next morning. The police already had the security footage of him leaving the building a few minutes before twelve. What they didn’t have was the footage of him returning, which in itself wasn’t enough to arrest him. But that along with Bethany’s statement is damning enough to get any judge to sign a warrant. He’s got a couple hours left before the police come for him. Savage is making this as public as possible to gain all the votes he can before next week’s election.”

Dazed, she was unable to speak. Jaxon hadn’t only lied about his alibi. He’d lied about staying faithful to Alyssa. Her head pounded, and her chest grew tight.

“Kate? Are you still there?”

Jaxon sat down beside her and kneaded the muscles of her neck.

She glanced at him, hoping he didn’t notice any panic on her face. “I’m here. Listen, Nick, let me call you back.”

“Of course. I’m sure I woke you up. For what it’s worth, I still believe in Jaxon’s innocence.”

“I don’t—I have to go.” She hung up. Swallowed down the acid from yet another betrayal. And rummaged through her purse for her meds. “Bethany Gold told the police that you left Chicago around midnight.”

Silence.

She flicked open the dispenser, knocked back two pills, and with her purse in hand, crossed the room to her duffel bag for clothes before he finally spoke.

“Shit. I should have known this would come back to bite me in the ass.” He sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair. “I left the hotel around midnight and drove back to Michigan, but I didn’t go home.”

Foregoing a bra, she yanked a sweater over her head. “Where did you go?”

“I just kept driving.” He rose from the bed and put on a pair of boxers. “I didn’t have sex with her.”

She tugged on a pair of jeans, hurrying to escape. “You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe you.”