Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

“I, um, I left the spa with Jenna and we didn’t wait for an escort, like we’d been told to, oh, God, please…” Rissa wanted to come so bad. Crap on a cracker, how on earth could having his hand pound of her bare butt make her so horny?

Mitch looked up at Bryant, both of them wide-eyed, hell he’d known she had been heading in to subspace, that endorphin-induced “happy place” that some subs went into under just the right circumstances, but damn, he couldn’t believe she was responding so strongly this fast.
Fuck me, sex with Rissa is going to be something close to a religious experience if she is this responsive all the time.
Mitch leaned down, so he spoke close to her ear. “Don’t you fucking dare come without permission, little girl, or you are going to be in deeper shit than you already are, do you understand?” And he punctuated his question with two hard swats.

Rissa cried out and then stuttered a tearful, “Yes, Master Mitch, I’m sorry, it just, well, I don’t even know how to describe it…”

Three more really sharp swats cut her words off, and then he quickly set her up on her feet. Hell, they were going to have to get the last half of this done quickly or she was going to shoot off like a rocket, and he knew neither he nor Bryant wanted to have to punish her for her first orgasm at their hands. They both wanted to be able to savor and celebrate the first time she felt the waves of pleasure sweep her off her feet and toss her in to the deep end of bliss.

Bryant turned her to face him and started slowly moving his hands along the outsides of her thighs, long, smooth sweeps up and down until she seemed to refocus and they knew she was back from the edge. “Now, sweetness, tell me why you are getting a punishment at my hand, when I would much rather be sinking my aching cock into that pussy that is dripping with your sweet nectar.” At Rissa’s deep blush he added, “Don’t you dare be embarrassed by something that is beyond amazing, and your pussy knows its Masters, even if your mind isn’t there yet. Your sex is almost pulsing with need, now, answer my question so we can get this punishment over with and give you that orgasm your body craves.” Bryant knew his crude words would either push her closer to the brink or pull her back, and he was anxious to see which it would be. Her reaction would tell him a lot about her comfort level with not only this punishment scene, but also how well she was converting the pain in to pleasure. It had always amazed him how closely the brain processes two sensations that one would think would be at opposite ends of the spectrum. But the reality was the brain was easily fooled, and for most true submissives, certain levels of pain quickly changed to intense feelings of pleasure. “Sweetness, why am I going to paddle this ass I’d rather be fucking?”

Bryant’s harsh tone brought her focus back. “I lied to you the night of the Submissive’s Masquerade.” She immediately lowered her gaze, not in submission, he noted, but in genuine repentance of her deeply felt guilt. He’d known immediately that she really did feel bad about what she’d done, and he was relieved because now he would be able to back off the intensity a bit. While it was important to get the message across, if a sub was already remorseful, a punishment that was overly harsh would have the opposite effect the Dom was trying to create. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, and as soon as I walked out the door I knew I’d really messed up and I…” Big tears filled her eyes, spilling over and running in streams down her deeply flushed cheeks.

“Let’s get this over with, sweetness. Lie over my lap.” Bryant had never wanted to just call off a well-deserved punishment before this moment. Damned but this little sub was already working herself deep into his heart. Settling her over his lap, he palmed her heated flesh and delivered the first five swats in quick succession, never landing two consecutive slaps in the same spot, but making sure he spread them out. Likely she was going to have a very red bottom for the rest of the night and wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a couple of days, and that was fine. Her discomfort would serve as a well-deserved reminder. Hell, every time he even thought about the danger she’d put herself in, he got pissed all over again. And every time he thought about the fact he’d made such a dumbass mistake, he wanted to beat his own head against the fucking wall. They could have easily lost her that night. He’d given her a few seconds to settle down, but he delivered the last five fast and hard. He knew if he didn’t do it quickly, he’d fold, and when all was said and done, she really did need this lesson.

By the time he’d finished she was crying hard. He pulled her up and cradled her in his lap, rocking her back and forth, kissing the top of her head and praising her for how well she’d taken her punishment. He was pretty sure the motions and words of comfort were as much for his benefit as hers. Fuck it all, he had wanted to call it over after the first set of five, but a Dom’s word had to be golden or there would never be any real trust between the Dom and the sub. And without trust there was no Ds relationship in the world that could survive.

As Mitch watched Bryant deliver the last of Rissa’s punishment and then tenderly care for her after it had ended, he couldn’t help but feel her crying was more a catharsis of emotion than just an ordinary reaction to a chastisement. He knew he’d never be able to hear her thoughts through all the emotion, feelings that intense tended to cause what he’d always referred to as “whitewash.” The only thing he’d ever been able to compare it to was static electricity’s effect on radios. The signal was still there, but was being covered up by another layer of something more intense.

Rissa finally seemed to be calming, Mitch had been close to taking her in to the shower to shock her back into focus, God knew it was too cold in the river this time of year for a quick dunk. He smiled to himself thinking about the times they had dropped sweet little subs in to the cold water as either punishment or reward during the warm summer months. Even though the air was warm during the summer, the snow melt that made up the largest portion of the river’s flow was never anything you’d want to spend a lot of time splashing around in, but the river was always crystal clear, and the view of the rocky bottom of the riverbed from the cabin’s deck looked like a mosaic of Colorado’s finest geology. They’d often talked about how great it would be to replicate the design into a stone patio but had never had a space to do it. Perhaps he’d mention it Colt, he and Jenna might be able to use it in their addition to the ShadowDance mansion. Mitch shook his head trying to clear his wayward thoughts. He needed to focus on establishing a bond with the little sub his best friend was cuddling. The time after a punishment was critical to the establishment of trust, and he’d allowed his thoughts to wander. He really needed to get his head back in the moment.

“Come here, baby. I need to have some of this cuddle time, too.” Mitch helped her stand and then moved her to his lap, wrapping his arms completely around her and burying his nose in her sweet-smelling hair. “Oh, sweetheart, you smell so good, like fresh citrus and lush woman.” Running his hand up her thighs and into the leg opening of the boxers they’d pulled back up, he said, “Oh my, you are soaking wet, I think someone enjoyed that spanking.”

As Mitch ran his fingers through the drenched folds of Rissa’s pussy, he heard her soft gasp and she whispered “Please…”

Chapter Six

The men quickly moved Rissa inside to lay her out on the enormous bed in the master suite. The bed had been specially made to easily sleep four larger-than-average-sized adults. It had clearly been designed and built with polyamorous relationships in mind. It was also the perfect height for bending a sub over and fucking their ass, the four posts at each corner were sturdy enough to use in suspension scenes and best of all, there were eyebolts and open spaces disguised within the ornately carved head and footboards where scarves, ropes, and chains could be used for bondage games. Before she was even completely settled, they had her stripped and were standing back just looking at her with the strangest expressions. She finally managed to eke out, “What’s wrong?” when they didn’t respond, but just continued staring. She moved to the edge of the bed, it was obvious to her they had seen something that changed their minds. “Look, it’s okay, I know I’m not in the best shape, and I have some…um…well, scars and stuff…so don’t worry about it, okay?” She wouldn’t look at them, she just didn’t think she would be able to keep from falling apart if she saw repulsion or worse yet, pity in their eyes.

“
Stop
!” Bryant’s deep voice and sharp bark made her freeze, not moving a single muscle. Rissa realized she was barely even breathing. “Look at me now.” Rissa slowly raised her face to meet his eyes and gasped at the lust she saw burning in his eyes. “Come to me, sweetness, I want to show you what Mitch and I see.” He grasped her hand and helped her from the bed, walking around to the ornately framed mirror mounted on a rolling pedestal. He stood behind her easily looking over the top of her head. Rissa didn’t know when he and Mitch had removed their shirts and shoes, but seeing them both reflected in the mirror, she found her mouth gapping open.
Holy shit, they are both pure sex on a stick. Oh my God, and I thought they were hot before. I want to run my hands, hell, I want to run my mouth over every inch of them both.
Rissa looked up and saw Mitch’s wicked grin and raised eyebrow.
Oh fuck a duck, I forgot he can hear what I’m thinking, but sweet Mother of God, I don’t care, I just want me some of that!

Mitch’s snort of laughter was the first time Bryant had broken his gaze from her delicious body. Mitch looked at Bryant and explained, “She thinks we’re hot.” Rissa appreciated that he hadn’t said everything, dang, but just this much was causing her to flush bright red. If he’d repeated it all she was sure she’d glow in the dark for a week.

Bryant’s slow, sexy grin seemed to light him up from the inside. Rissa knew both men were really great looking, but Bryant’s smile literally took her breath away. “So, sweetness, you like what you see?” Bryant’s voice was low pitched, and she had noticed it seemed to lower even more as he became more aroused. When she just nodded her head, he practically growled. “Not good enough, pet; we will always require you answer all questions promptly and with words when we are in a scene or particularly when we are in the bedroom.”

Mitch leaned close to her ear. “And honestly, baby. You’ll always answer every question with complete honesty. In a relationship like the one we’d like to build with you, there is no room…
ever
…for holding back or lies. Dishonesty dishonors your Doms and yourself, and it will be severely punished. Don’t forget that.” He was so very close and his warm breath wafting over her ear caused her to shiver. “Now, answer Master Bryant’s question, baby.”

“Yes, Sir. I like what I see very much. You are both incredibly good-looking men.” Rissa barely recognized her own voice it sounded so airy and soft. God knew, she had never been known for being soft-spoken; she couldn’t count the number of times her Granny had reminded her of the importance of speaking “like a lady,” whatever the hell that meant. Bryant had stepped behind her and had been caressing her breasts with gentle strokes until her answer, then he pinched her nipples hard, and she gasped. “Ouch, what the fuck? Why did you do that? I answered you honestly.” She glared at him in the mirror in defiance.

Bryant’s smile immediately disappeared. “That’s five swats for language and five for disrespect, sweetness. I wanted to know if you liked what
we
are seeing, remember, we are standing here instead of giving you the orgasm of a lifetime because of your disparaging comments about our property. And don’t think for a single minute you aren’t ours. This beautiful body belongs to Master Mitch and to me.” Running his fingers through her drenched pussy, he held his fingers up for her to see that they were shiny with her juices. “See this, your body already recognizes its Masters, it is so responsive, and I can’t wait to sink in until my balls are slapping your sweet ass. But now, we need to get these swats done. Turn around and bend over the bed. Present your ass for punishment, pet.”

Rissa’s eyes filled with tears almost immediately, and it didn’t have anything to do with fear of the pain. No, she felt bad for disappointing them, and she knew she had let them down.
Jesus Christ, Rissa, keep quiet, these two hot men want you—at least for tonight—take what you can, and you’ll have some great memories to relive after they move on.
She knew that she wasn’t the type of girl hot guys kept around, and there was no way on earth she had a prayer of keeping two guys satisfied.

Bryant watched Rissa’s expression go from lust to defeat in a split second, but he was completely baffled by the change. Looking to Mitch for help, he saw his friend’s grim expression and knew he was listening and not at all happy with what he was hearing.

“Rissa, stand up and look at me. Right now!” Mitch’s barked order had her standing immediately, but she didn’t lift her eyes to meet his. He placed his fingers under her chin and forced her to look up. He searched her expression, wondering why such a beautiful woman would feel so unworthy. “Tell me why you feel so unworthy, baby. Who fucking told you that garbage? I swear to you they are dead the minute I get to them, because crushing another person’s spirit is one of the worst offenses you can commit.” Mitch’s sincere words touched her heart, but all she could do was look in to his eyes, and she felt like she was falling in to their dark pools when he spoke again. “You are an amazingly beautiful woman. Sure, you are going to make mistakes and be punished for them, but that doesn’t mean we are disappointed in you as a woman. Ds relationships have rules for a reason, the rules are for your protection and pleasure. Sweetheart, if we let you think badly of yourself, we are
not
doing you a favor. We want you to see the beautiful woman we see and desire. You are being punished so that the next time you start to make a negative remark about yourself, you’ll remember these stinging swats to your already-tender ass cheeks and hopefully you will stop before you make the same mistake again. Over time, we’ll be able to show you how gorgeous you are, and those thoughts will fade to an unpleasant memory.” He’d stroked away the tears that had fallen. She had been so touched by his words she couldn’t hold them back. “Now, turn around, spread your feet shoulder width apart, and bend over.”