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

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