Page 25 of Release Me

“Not sad,” I say in between another moan.

“Good,” he answers and kisses my neck softly.

I tense up a little at the intimacy of his kiss. I don’t fuck for any reason even remotely related to love or affection. I wait for Dr. Dick to say something about it, but he doesn’t. I highly doubt he missed it. He’s way too intuitive for that. A second later, his hands pick up mine and guide them back to the railing.

“Don’t let go.”

He tugs me backward by my hips, gently. Fingering my pussy from behind once again, he awakens another orgasm from deep within me. I’m caught off-guard by two sharp smacks to my ass, timed just right with a lightning bolt shooting across the sky. The hypnotizing light flashes in my vision and pulls me in.

Just as the rolling sound of thunder begins, Dr. Dick enters me from behind. He isn’t gentle to start, but he doesn’t go full thrust either.

It’s perfect.

And I hate it.

It reminds me of the one and only time I’ve ever had an emotional, sexual encounter with someone else.

Jacob.

I wasn’t there to use him. He wasn’t there to use me. We’d bonded for weeks before that moment. Something else I don’t do anymore. I don’t make friends. I have no use for them, and usually nobody can stomach me long enough to want to keep me around.

But everything was different with Jacob. Making love for the first time after developing a strong emotional connection with one another, I pictured him as a part of my future. I thought I could give my life a big “fuck you” and finally be normal. Until he found out I was an escort, called me a whore, and told me he never wanted to see me again.

Will Dr. Dick feel that way about me after this?

“Brynn… let yourself feel,” Dr. Dick says.

I shake my head gently to clear it all out. Another roll of thunder begins, closer this time.

“I’m okay,” I pant, and he starts thrusting into me harder.

Once he picks up speed, the mixture of the ground far beneath us, and the lightning crawling across the sky, growing closer to us with each flash, makes my orgasm pick up speed.

Dr. Dick’s thrusts are coming faster now, and my body is vibrating with an unshed orgasm in no time.

“Fuck, yes.Don’t stop…Please don’t stop!” I beg him.

“Let go, Brynn,” he says, and he removes my hands from the railing in front of me.

He shifts us over enough so I’m back in front of the ladder. With no railing to hold me up, he grips my wrists and holds them tightly at the small of my back. Looking down at the ground, the only thing keeping me from falling is Dr. Dick.

It’s exhilarating.

It’s terrifying.

It’s everything I’ve been searching for.

Fucking me harder and harder, I feel like I could fall over the edge any second, literally and figuratively.

His grip is tight, and it bites into my skin. My wrists will likely be bruised tomorrow, and I’ll enjoy every moment those marks cover my skin. Picturing it is the final straw. As a mighty clap of thunder mixes with the closest, brightest lightning bolt yet, Dr. Dick pushes me over the edge.

I scream as my orgasm tears through me. I fight to hold on and keep myself from toppling off the edge of the roof, but I needn’t have.

For the first time in my life, there is someone here who will catch me if I fall.

“I’ve got you, shhh…”

Out of nowhere, I’m being pelted in the face by raindrops. I hear Dr. Dick speaking, but I don’t remember him pulling me away from the edge and into his lap.

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