Free Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Avery Gale Page A

tell me you don’t like the idea of being bent over my lap with your bare ass burning under my palm, pet, because you are creaming at just the mention of it.” Bryant’s words were stern, but she could hear the underlying humor.
    They’d entered the playroom, but Rissa hadn’t gotten much of a chance to look around until Bryant dumped her unceremoniously on the large bed in the center of the room. When she started looking around, she was amazed to see how much it reminded her of the main lounge at ShadowDance, but with a medieval-dungeon-meets-cave twist. The equipment was beautifully crafted and polished so that the room was filled with the smells of rich leather and lemon-scented polish. One wall was entirely rough-cut rock owing to the cabin’s history as a former mine. The natural springs working through the rock fed into a hot tub that had various levels of smoothed rock surfaces no doubt used for water play. The hot tub was huge, and Rissa could see that there were lights and jets concealed in the rock walls, and she couldn’t wait to be able to use it. She had always loved water and relaxing in water swirling around you was about as good as it could get in her opinion. She saw Mitch put his hand to a small panel on the wall and then watched in wonder as the wall slid aside and another room appeared. “Holy shit, that looks like some kind of NASA control room. You guys really take this security business way too seriously, you know that? Jesus, Joseph, and Mary! Can you launch nuclear weapons from this place? Damn, does the government know about you guys? Oh shit, what am I saying? Of course they do…they trained you fools…This is insane.”
    Mitch didn’t particularly like what Rissa was saying, but he was more concerned about the rising panic he heard in her voice. He hadn’t wanted to scare her, but obviously her imagination was doing a bang-up job of that all on its own. He turned to her just long enough to make eye contact. He said, “Rissa, that phone call was from one of Dylan Marshall’s deputies. They received a notification that one of the men who held you hostage has jumped bail and absconded. The agents that searched his house found a note with your name, address, and cell phone number. Likely they have traced your phone to this location.” He saw her eyes widen and felt the wash of cold fear that he knew he was picking up from her emotions. “STOP! Don’t let yourself fall over that edge, Clarissa. We need you to be with us right now. We’re going to bring up the outside cameras and you’re going to help us figure out who we are dealing with.” Mitch had known the only way to keep Rissa from spiraling into debilitating fear was to make sure she had a role to play. He knew her well enough to know she was a submissive through and through, even when she fought it. As a true submissive, she would set aside her fear to serve a master she respected and even if they hadn’t yet established the deep bond they were working toward, he knew she had a firm foundation of respect for all of the Doms at The Club.
    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