Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

“Oh Jesus, I know that look, you think you are some kind of super stud because you fucked our sweet woman into unconsciousness. But don’t forget I was helping, you are not claiming all the thunder for this storm, my friend.” Bryant’s words were softened by his grin and laughing eyes.

“Help me get her settled, and then I really need to check in with Colt and see what they’ve been able to learn from the jerks they cuffed and stuffed earlier. I’m glad our guys got to them first, and that we don’t have all the legal restrictions that the deputies would have had to deal with. And if they got a bit banged up on the way to the local pokey, well, sometimes those things just can’t be helped, know what I mean?” He was almost giddy after the mind-blowing sex and knowing his team had secured the intruders.

Bryant was helping tuck blankets in around Rissa so she wouldn’t get chilled when he asked, “Are you going to try to go in when they are questioned?”

“No, I’m worried about them being a diversion, it was almost too easy. I don’t want to risk leaving you two here alone.” At Bryant’s frown, Mitch rolled his eyes and continued, “Don’t give me that look. It’s not that I don’t think you could or would take care of her, it’s just that it is always a strategic error to allow any protection detail to be divided. Remember, even though we both worked for the military, this was more my area of expertise—you build stuff, and I protect it and blow it up.” Laughing to himself, he slowly dressed and slipped back into the control room leaving Bryant to watch over Rissa while he checked in to see how things were going.

* * * *

Kat had been pacing back and forth in her suite until Jenna was sure she was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Come on, Kat, sit down, if my Neanderthal brothers know you are doing this—and you and I both know they’ll have the cameras on in here—they’re going to take my head off for not keeping you calm, and I just don’t want to deal with them today. So give me a break and take a load off.” Jenna almost laughed out loud at the affronted expression on Kat’s face.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jenna? Really? You’re going to side with them now? After all the years we’ve been best friends, you want to switch sides? That’s just plain mean. I can’t even believe you’d add to my anguish…I’m big as a barn, I waddle, I’m bored, I have a case of cabin fever that has me ready to jump the next flight out of Denver and lie on a beach looking like the whale that I am for the next couple of months. Hell, at least then I could get some cute cabana boy to deliver me virgin drinks with little umbrellas in them, fruity concoctions that would allow me to at least pretend they were real drinks. I might even hire someone with a forklift to help me in and out of a hammock out close to the water…” Sighing, she plopped down on the sofa and swung her feet up on to the low table holding her orange juice.

Jenna was about to laugh when she noticed tears in Kat’s eyes. “Hey, girlfriend, what’s with the waterworks?” She quickly moved to Kat’s side and wrapped her in a hug. “Talk to me, Kat…What’s this about?”

Sniffling, Kat leaned out of Jenna’s hug and looked at her friend. “I am just so tired of being tired all the time. I am huge! Why? I’m only six months along and look at me! Some women are barely showing by this time…” Her voice broke, and she started to cry in earnest. Jenna silently bet her brothers would be coming through the door in less than thirty seconds.

Just as Jenna started to speak, the door of the suite crashed open, and both Alex and Zach rushed to Kat’s side. Alex was the first to reach her. “What’s wrong with you, love? Do you feel all right? Are you ill? We can call Doc Woods and have him on Skype right away or we can send someone down to get him with a tractor. Talk to us.” Jenna started to laugh, but quickly realized that would just aggravate an already emotionally charged situation so she just discreetly moved toward the door.

As she was leaving, she heard Zach’s desperate voice. “Kitten, what on earth is going on? We were only gone a few minutes, did you miss us that much? Alex, we’ll have to make sure one of us is with her at all times. This can’t be good for her or the babies.” Jenna froze.
Oh shit…they weren’t going to tell her about the fact she was having twins until after her sonogram. Oh, big brother, you’ve stuck your foot in it now.

Jenna realized too late that silence had fallen in the room, and when she took a quick couple of steps to make her escape when Kat’s voice sounded loud and clear. “You freeze your happy ass right there, Jenna Beth.” Jenna turned to see her friend’s laser sharp focus shift to Alex and then to Zach. “Want to catch me up, Zach? Alex? Jenna? Hmmmm?”

Jenna knew a cluster fuck when she saw one, and her big brothers were so not throwing her under the bus this time. “I have no idea what Zach is talking about, Kat, but I’d sure be interested in knowing the answer. But I promised Selita I’d help her set up tonight’s Tex-Mex buffet…so I really need to be going.” Before Kat could protest, Jenna darted through the door, closing it quickly behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she was still chuckling to herself when she met Colt in the hallway.

Colt had heard the conversation on his headset and knew Jenna had lied to Kat and left her brothers to deal with their pregnant wife who had been on an emotional roller coaster almost her entire pregnancy. The security team had already placed their bets about multiple births, dates, times, and gender in a grid so sophisticated it was going to take a supercomputer to figure out the winner. “Pet, did I just hear you lie to your best friend and sister-in-law?” He wanted to laugh out loud at the way she went instantly pale and took a step back.
Oh yeah, you just handed me a perfect excuse to spank that sweet ass, and my palm has been itching for a week.

“Um, well, yeah, I guess so, but they always throw me to the wolves, and I didn’t want her to be mad at me when they were the ones who made me swear to not tell her. You know they are worried about her blood pressure and all…” Jenna hadn’t even realized Colt had backed her up until her back was pressed against the door of the suite they were sharing while the addition they would use as a permanent residence was completed.

“I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear about the fact that lying, in any form was something I would punish you for?” Reaching around her to open the door, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I’ve been itching to feel my palm slapping your bare ass for days, and you just gave me the perfect reason to warm you right up. Oh, pet, you are going to be squirming in your chair tonight at dinner.” He’d backed her through the door and closed it, and when Jenna heard him flip the lock, she felt her pussy liquefy instantly. “Strip.” Colt’s one word command almost had her coming on the spot. She knew he wasn’t really angry with her, that this was a great excuse to play then fuck her senseless and she could hardly get out of her clothes fast enough.

After interrogating the trespassers and discovering they had indeed intended to silence the prosecution’s principle witness against them, Colt’s team had turned them and their taped confessions over to local deputies. Of course the confessions had required some creative editing on Grayson’s part. They didn’t want the statements being thrown out of court just because they’d been encouraged by a couple members of his unit who were well trained in persuasive information-retrieval techniques. Colt already briefed Mitch and agreed that a few more days at the cabin would give them a chance to make sure these two losers didn’t have a back-up plan. No one wanted to bring trouble to ShadowDance mansion or The Club either since both had seen plenty in the past few months.

Taking a minute to get his head back in the game, Colt ran his hand down Jenna’s back and traced his fingers through the crack of her ass before squeezing the soft globes of her ass cheeks. “You are so beautiful, pet. And I am going to enjoy seeing my handprints on your ass and knowing that all through tonight’s dinner you are struggling to sit still. I’m going to spank you until you are so close to coming you are begging for release, and then you’re going to pleasure me. If you are a good girl during dinner, I’ll take you to The Club and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you come after I show you off a bit.” He heard her soft intake of breath and smiled to himself.
Oh you are going to love what I have planned for you at The Club tonight and Cort is certainly going to enjoy having you as a decoration on his bar, also.
He’d already planned to display Jenna tonight. Introducing her to exhibitionism had been in the planning stages for a while. Cort Douglas was The Club’s bartender, and he also ran the training program for subs so he was perfect as a wingman for tonight’s adventure. What Colt hadn’t anticipated was Jenna playing so perfectly into his hand.

Colt clasped his hand around Jenna’s small wrist and pulled her toward the window. When he moved the skirted lounge chair she used for reading, she noticed a handle mounted in the floor right in front of a low window. With curtains pulled aside, anyone in the gardens would have a clear view of her, and just thinking about that sent cream flooding through her sex. “Spread your legs apart and bend over and grasp the handle, pet. This will help you hold yourself steady, but you’ll still have to use some of those kick-boxing muscles and balancing skills to keep from falling over.” There was no way he’d let her fall, and he was sure she knew it, but they were in a scene, and he knew she wouldn’t argue at this point.

Their relationship had fairly well-defined rules as far as the Ds elements were concerned. Jenna knew simply by the tone of his voice when they had slipped into a scene regardless of where they were; and she was such a natural submissive, it was, for the most part, a quick and easy transition for her. But Colt had a tremendous amount of respect for his fiancée’s intelligence and her strength of character. He’d made both points clear to her repeatedly. When they weren’t in a scene he asked for and respected her opinion on a variety of topics. He welcomed her challenges and questions. He was continually amazed at her insight and how perceptive she was to the subtle nuances he faced as the chief of security for the family mansion, the surrounding acres comprising the ranch and her brothers’ BDSM Club.

As Jenna got into position, Colt stepped to the cabinet and pulled out a narrow wooden paddle with holes drilled in to it. He didn’t plan to use it for all her strikes, but he’d use it for a few at the end so she’d have a few welts that would cause her just the right amount of discomfort during dinner. As soon as she settled into position, he landed the first swat squarely over the fleshiest part of her ass, he knew she hadn’t been ready, and when she cried out he knew he’d surprised her. The swat hadn’t been particularly harsh, but it would have felt sharp when she hadn’t been expecting it. “Why are you being punished, pet?”

Jenna took a deep breath before answering. “I lied to Kat about knowing she is having twins, Sir.” Fuck it but she was absolutely perfect, God he loved her so much, there were times the reality of the gift of her submission humbled him beyond description.

“Very good, pet. Now, let’s get this over with so you can use that sweet mouth to relieve the raging hard-on looking at your bare ass has given your Master.” Colt didn’t spare her, using his hand to land the next six swats, spreading them out and making sure he didn’t hit the same spot twice in succession. “You are taking your punishment very well, love. I’m well pleased with you. The last three will be with this paddle. I’m going to make sure you have some welts across this luscious ass so you’ll remember this during dinner tonight.” He could see she was so soaking wet it was literally running down the inside of her thighs, he watched her adjust her stance and her breathing was coming in small gasps as apprehension and anticipation battled in her mind. He wanted her to move past thinking and just let her mind float to that place where endorphins kick in and happiness prevails. Stepping back out of her field of vision, he knew she’d hear the air swoosh through the holes in the paddle before it landed with a resounding smack. She screamed with the first strike. Colt had known it would sting like a bitch. That is why he would only give her three swats with the paddle. He also knew she was going to be so close to release by the time he finished, he would only have to blow softly on her clit and she would free-fall into a full-blown orgasm without him even actually touching her. The next strike landed directly on the crease between her upper thighs and the beginning swells of her ass. Again she screamed, and her soft sobs nearly broke his control. “One more, Jenna, this will remind you of the importance of honestly for several days and hopefully we won’t have to revisit this issue again. As soon as this last strike lands, I want you to turn around on your knees, place your hands behind your back, and open your mouth in readiness for your Master’s cock.” Before she could respond, he swung the paddle with precision, landing it so the sting would shoot straight to her already swollen clit. Jenna was already dropping to her knees before the scream had stopped echoing through the room, and just for a minute Colt thought about how grateful he was that all the suites in the Lamont’s mansion were soundproofed. God knew he didn’t relish the idea of her brothers breaking down the door and seeing their sister’s flaming ass sporting three distinctive horizontal welts.
Oh, Jenna, sitting is going to be torture for you for a few days, and dinner tonight is going to be an event to remember.