White Collared Part Four: Passion by Shelly Bell Read Free Book Online Page B

and nerves. How would he punish her? She had a feeling it wouldn’t entail forced orgasms.
    In his room, she stripped off her shirt and folded it, placing it on the edge of the bed where they’d previously made love. Someday soon she hoped to feel his naked body against hers beneath these silky sheets once more. Take his cock in the wet cavern of her mouth and with her tongue, learn each vein, each sensitive spot, and each satin-smooth crevice.
    Her pussy throbbed, ripening in anticipation of Jax’s touch. It didn’t matter if the touch came from the palm of his hand or the tail of a whip, his stamp on her brought her to heights she’d previously thought a myth. He’d taught her that the lines between pain and pleasure could blur.
    The air in the room chilled her flesh as she slid her pants down her thighs. She shivered, aware of the glaring silence of the room, which amplified her exhalations and the rasp of the fabric as it pooled at her feet. Her nipples tightened into hard points and rubbed almost painfully against the lace of her bra. She closed her eyes and imagined the way he would suck the bud into his mouth and how her pussy would pulse in time with every pull as if they were connected. He’d graze it with his teeth, a tease of what was to come, and when he sensitized it to the strongest degree, when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take any more, he’d bite, pushing her even higher than she thought possible. Just thinking about it had made the slick flesh between her thighs ache from the emptiness.
    She pinched her nipple hard and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying out. After unclasping her bra and allowing it to drop to the floor, she snaked her hand down her flat stomach to rub over her panties. She was soaked through already. Her clit fluttered, desperate for contact. The mere thought of Jax’s tongue on it drove her to the edge of climax.
    She sucked in a breath. She was here for punishment not an orgasm.
    Setting her clothes with her shirt, she abandoned her musings about Jax and instead pictured herself sitting in the library and reading one of her law texts. Her arousal immediately waned to a comfortable level.
    She padded across the carpet and kneeled, facing the door. He hadn’t indicated what position he preferred. What would signify her surrender to punishment?
    Leaning forward, she stretched her arms out in front of her and crossed her hands at the wrist. Then she waited for Jax to make his entrance.
    What would he do to her? Flog her? Paddle her? Or would he choose a more creative way to punish her? Knowing Jax, he’d do the exact opposite of what she’d expect.
    She’d read about the difference between an erotic punishment and a corrective punishment. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this at all. But since she’d yet to encounter physical pain that didn’t turn her on, how would that work? Would he do something that would make her cry again?
    It didn’t matter. She would take anything he had to give. The only punishment would be losing him.
    The muscles in the back of her thighs ached as she held the position. How long would he make her wait? As a child, her parents would give her a “time out” in her room to think about what she’d done wrong. The worst part of it was knowing she’d disappointed her father.
    She felt the same when it came to Jaxon, and although she didn’t understand why, she felt the same with Nick. Perhaps it was the submissive in her or perhaps it was that both men were as dominant as the sky was blue. Whatever it was, the awareness of them stayed with her even when they weren’t around. They were the angels on her shoulder, whispering in her ear while the reckless and dangerous devil, a miniature replica of her, sat on the other shoulder, screaming that safety came from complete independence. She’d grown tired of always taking care of herself.
    She heard doors opening and closing and Jaxon moving about the house. Still she didn’t