Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

Bryant knew immediately what Mitch was up to and had to hide his smile. God but it was fun being a Dom and watching another Master play a sub like a song. He was all in on the plan, and addressing her, he said, “Rissa, you’ll be a very valuable asset, please stay put until we have a chance to get everything lined up, all right? We’ll have you move over here as soon as we’re ready for your help.” Knowing she would be completely compliant when she felt she was “helping” played heavily in their favor, and it would keep her calm and quiet while they ran the sophisticated face recognition software that would tell them everything they needed to know about the intruders. They didn’t want to run the risk of triggering another flashback and wouldn’t use her unless they absolutely had no other choice.

From their peripheral vision both Bryant and Mitch could almost see Rissa’s demeanor change, and she slipped into the mindset of a sub almost immediately. Her softly spoken “Yes, Sir” was confirmation of the body language shift they’d seen. Bryant looked at Mitch and smiled, thinking,
She’s fucking perfect for us.
And hearing his thoughts as he knew Mitch would, he watched his best friend nod before returning his attention to the monitors showing every corner of their property.

Chapter Ten

Mitch and Bryant had been watching the monitors for several minutes when she saw Bryant tap the one in front of him, Mitch rolled his chair closer and then began typing furiously on the keyboard and talking on a hands-free radio headset she hadn’t even noticed he was wearing. “I’ve got them, Sector 1 about a hundred yards out and closing fast, they’re on snowmobiles.” He tapped the earpiece and then continued. “Jantz, Creed—wire ’em up…Yeah, yeah…Play with ’em, but don’t kill em.” Smiling, he looked over at Rissa. “Ethan and Jamie want to play. A bit of cabin fever, you know how they are.” The grin he flashed her was pure ornery boy. Rissa felt herself release a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding. His attention returned to the screen. “Oh yeah, you asshats, come on in…” Looking over at Rissa, he could see she had relaxed marginally.

Bryant picked it up and decided the risk of triggering a flashback wasn’t outweighed by her anxiety about being left floundering in the unknown. He turned to her. “Come here, sweetness. Let’s watch the boys play with these guys. It’ll be fun…” She got to her feet, and as she crossed the room, Bryant scooted back from the console and patted his lap. He settled her so she was facing toward Mitch and tapped the inside of her thigh indicating he wanted her to part her legs. “Master Mitch is working, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to see you. Open your pretty robe and keep your legs spread.” Rissa slowly untied the sash and let the robe gap open before she slowly moved her legs apart, but just barely. “I’m pretty sure Katarina has told you about the rules she and Jenna follow at dinner every night, and since you’ll be doing the same, so might as well get used to this position, pet.”

Rissa knew he was referring to the fact that her friends always wore dresses or skirts to dinner at ShadowDance, and she’d heard them comment numerous times about not being allowed to wear panties and being required to sit with their legs spread wide apart with their feet hooked around the chair legs. One didn’t have to watch very closely to know their men enjoyed the benefits of their vulnerability every evening. She’d watched both Kat and Jenna freeze and then their eyes close as their lips compressed tightly together and their whole body shuddered in release. The most significant thing she’d noticed about all the Doms at ShadowDance was the fact they never went more than a few short minutes without touching their sub, and she’d always envied that close physical connection. She had often wondered what it would be like to have that kind of constant bond, that continual positive reinforcement of touch. Before the trauma of her kidnapping, she’d been a very tactile person, but afterward she had dreaded being touched by anyone. Mitch and Bryant had been the rare exception, but she still felt the old fears try to surface from time to time.

Bryant knew she was seeing her friends’ obvious pleasure in her mind’s eye, and he could feel the shiver of realization as it raced up her spine. There was more in her thoughts, but he didn’t want to distract her by asking about it now. Rissa’s legs spread even farther apart as a natural response and caused both Bryant and Mitch to smile. Bryant ran his hand lightly along the inside of the thigh pressed against his abdomen. “Very good, sweetness, listen to your body because recognizes its Masters, and that makes both Master Mitch and me both very happy.”

Mitch added, “Baby, you are gorgeous, and looking at your glistening pussy is making me so hard my cock is throbbing. As soon as we get these yo-yos taken care of, I’m sliding into you and fucking you for hours. We love touching you, and we’ll be happy to bring that joy back into your life.” He’d slid his chair over and was close enough to drag his fingers through her soaking folds, then he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste like sweet honey. We are going to have to lay you out on the table and feast on you, after we warm up your sweet ass for that little show of defiance in the hall of course.” He smiled at her gasp, and then returned to his work.

Bryant didn’t say anything to her for long minutes, but just continued to tease her with callused fingers. They watched two people with snowsuits and face masks as they neared the area close to the cabin, and Rissa jumped when all of the sudden they were thrown backward and their rides continued without them until the lack of pressure on the throttle brought them to a stop. “Wow did they hit something at the same time?” Rissa wasn’t sure she would be able to concentrate on the answer with Bryant’s fingers lighting her up from the inside out, but she felt an obligation to at least try to participate in what was happening.

Mitch chuckled as much at knowing how she was struggling to concentrate as at the comedy unfolding on the monitors. “Damn those two are having a great time out there. This is exactly what they live for.” At Rissa’s puzzled expression, he explained, “Ethan and Jamie have been itching for some action for a couple of months, this is right up their alley, and these intruders are pretty amateur or they would have at least gotten close without being detected.” Shaking his head, he zoomed in as the intruders were being cuffed and their masks removed. One of the others pulled out a device and appeared to snap pictures and then type furiously on the handheld device before loading the prisoners onto snowmobiles and disappearing again in to the woods. Almost instantly the images started loading on Mitch’s screen and he began working furiously on his keyboard, his fingers fairly flying over the keys.

Bryant slid a finger just inside Rissa’s pussy, he knew she might be able to conceal a reaction on the outside, but it took a very well-practiced liar to suppress the body’s internal muscle contractions. “Sweetness, do you…” He didn’t even get the question out until he felt her internal muscles clamp down on him like a vise and saw her breathing become shallow. He watched the base of her throat as her pulse rate went wild. Looking at Mitch, he raised his brows. “Well, I don’t think there is much question that our woman knows at least one of these men.” He turned her face to meet his gaze, effectively breaking the connection to the pictures. “Tell us, pet. Who do you see?”

Rissa was starting to see little black spots in her field of vision and didn’t even realize she was swaying until Bryant had removed his fingers from her pussy and grasped her in his firm hands framing her face so she was forced to look straight in to his eyes. “Breathe with me, pet, I know you practice yoga, so in through the nose for one, two, three and hold for one, two, three and out for one, two, three and again…” After a few cycles of cleansing breaths, Rissa’s focus seemed to return, and she nodded.

“Yes, I recognize them both. One was the man who drugged me, and the other was the one who seemed to be in charge at the house where I was held.” She shuddered, and Bryant wrapped his arms around her.

“You have done so well, we are so proud of your courage.” Bryant’s words were simple, but they warmed her from the inside out. “I’m sure they didn’t give you their real names so we’ll be using our resident genius’s facial recognition software to get those. So for now, we’ll be spending some time making sure you let that mind of yours take a break. See, that is one of the joys of being a submissive, you get to let go and just feel. You won’t have all those ‘I should have…I could have…I need to…’ thoughts cluttering up your consciousness. You get to turn all of that off and just let us lead you to peaks of pleasure that you never knew existed.”

Rissa was so mesmerized by his words that she hadn’t even realized they had all three moved to the playroom’s oversized bed. They laid her in the center and opened the robe she was wearing so that it fell to her sides. Mitch lowered his lips to hers, and just before they touched, he whispered, “You are so fucking amazing, you are smart, brave, and so beautiful I can barely believe you are ours. And make no mistake, Rissa, you are ours, we’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you exactly why surrendering your body and heart to us was the wisest decision you ever made.” And with that he proceeded to kiss her with what could only be seen as total oral seduction. She’d been kissed by men she considered good at setting the mood, but this was a whole new level of intensity. It seemed as if he was trying to draw her soul out to play, it was intense but not overpowering. When he finally let her go, he caressed the side of her face with a gentle touch that belied the fire in his eyes. “You bring a joy to our lives that is really beyond my ability to even describe, baby.”

Mitch turned her toward Bryant who kissed her forehead and her eyelids before plundering her mouth. His kiss was so much more “in your face” bold that she was momentarily startled, but he was relentless. She hadn’t really considered that the two best friends would have such starkly different styles, but it seemed they both held separate keys to her deepest thoughts and desires, the very essence of her. When Bryant finally let her surface, she was practically vibrating with energy. “What’s going through your mind right this minute, sweetness?” When she hesitated, his voice took on a sharp edge of command. “Pet, I’ll remind you we are your Masters, you will answer every question asked of you immediately and with total honesty. Now, tell us what you were thinking.”

“Oh, well, I was just thinking about…well…” She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and then looked directly in his dark eyes. “I was just thinking that you have such different styles, yet it’s like you each have a different key to the same lock. You each have a different way to reach the very deepest depths of my soul.” Rissa noticed that Mitch moved closer to her immediately, and Bryant’s eyes softened.

“Baby, you are the most amazing blessing; I can’t begin to tell you how much that means to me.” Mitch’s hands were stroking all around her bare breasts but missing her tightly peaked nipples that were begging for attention.

Bryant looked at her for long seconds before adding, “Please always be as honest as you just were with us. I’m honored and humbled; you have no idea how much those words mean to us both.” They immediately began what could only be described as making love to her soul. Rissa hadn’t had any real firsthand sexual experience, but she wasn’t without basis of comparison after listening to her clients’ detailed descriptions of Ds play for the past year and a half. But this wasn’t anything she’d ever heard described or seen in a Ds relationship at ShadowDance or anyplace else.

“I don’t understand…” At their curious expressions she said, “Oh, I’m sorry, am I supposed to ask permission to speak?” She really hadn’t thought about it, and she knew she was probably tromping all over the rules of the lifestyle they were introducing her to.

Bryant was the more alpha of the two Doms, so he would take the lead when Rissa had questions. “Until you are more comfortable with scenes, we’ll make sure you know what protocol is required. We won’t ever punish you for breaking a rule you didn’t know about. Even though we are both Doms and I am deeper in the lifestyle than Mitch, we’ll all work together to establish the rules and parameters of our relationship. This will only work if we are totally honest with each other and trust each other completely. It is important to us that you feel free to ask your questions unless you are specifically told to not speak.”

Mitch caught her chin with his fingers, turning her to face him. “Baby, we want this to work so we’re going to do everything we can to make sure it’s a positive learning experience for you. We’ll teach you with firm hands guided by love, never doubt how important your happiness is to us. We’ll have a lifetime to observe high protocol during specific scenes, but tonight? Tonight is about making sweet love to the woman who has taken over our hearts.” His eyes reflected the love he had just put into words, and Rissa was amazed that it didn’t scare her spitless. She had been convinced she wasn’t lovable to anyone anymore, that her time in that basement cage had siphoned something elemental out of her.

It was obvious to Rissa they were finished talking. She could almost feel the energy in the room shift, and she knew that change was enough of an answer for now. They enveloped her and used their hands and mouths to set every square inch of her body on fire in a seduction that rocked her to the foundation of everything she thought she knew about herself. She’d known they could be tender, gentle lovers, but she had no idea they could touch her with such tenderness and in ways that made her believe in forever. It felt like a merging on a level of intimacy she had never even allowed herself to imagine let alone had the opportunity to experience.