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

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