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

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,