Page 33 of Release Me

Dick is loaded.

From the airstrip at the Denver airport, we boarded a helicopter, which Dick piloted, and flew up into the mountains where we landed on the side lawn of the estate. I don’t know why, but I pictured a large, one level style villa. I know he told me how large it is, but my estimation was far from accurate. Never in a million years did I believe it was a gorgeous stone mansion.

“Jesus, Dick. You weren’t lying,” I state as he escorts Gabriella and I into the foyer.

“I’ve never lied to you, Brynn. I have no reason to.”

We’re immediately met by a man and woman who greet Dick as though they’re loving grandparents.

“Master Richard, did you have a nice journey?” the old man inquires.

Master?

I laugh inwardly.

“It was…” he looks at me briefly before continuing, “interesting, to say the least.”

The old couple takes in the sight of Gabriella and me, both in crummy sweatsuits from the institute.

“These are the ladies I was telling you about.”

I can’t imagine how that conversation went. How easy is it to tell someone you’re coming home with a whore and a mute in tow?

“Ladies, this is Mr. and Mrs. Gottwald.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you both,” the woman greets us. “I’m the housekeeper and chef.”

When she offers me her hand, I don’t take it. I continue to stare at her like I would an enemy. I don’t trust her like I don’t trust most older women who try and convince me they’re the motherly type.

Dick clears his throat before jumping in.

“This is Brynn,” he explains. “And this is Gabriella.”

The woman takes her hand back before looking from me to Dick with a knowing gaze.

The fuck is that about?

“Well, why don’t I show you to your rooms. You can freshen up while I get dinner together.”

I watch as Mrs. Gottwald takes off, but I don’t follow her.

“Come on, ladies. Mrs. G won’t bite. I promise.”

When his eyes land on mine, the glimmer is back, as though he’s telling me hedoesbite. Rolling my eyes, I place a gentle hand on Gabriella’s shoulder and give her a nod. We follow Mrs. Gottwald upstairs and into one of the largest bedrooms I’ve ever seen. There is a large bed in between two picture windows facing the rear lawn. To the left of them is a set of doors leading to a balcony I have every intention of christening at some point during my stay. I love outdoor sex, even if I’ll only be fucking myself.

“Ms. Brynn, you’ll be staying in here. You have your own bathroom, and there is a closet full of clothes through that door there.”

Closet full of clothes? Who’s clothes? Where the hell did they come from?

“Ms. Gabriella, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room.”

Gabriella doesn’t move. Not that I expected her to.

“Come on, Gabriella,” I coax her. “I’ll come with you and help you get settled in.”

Mrs. Gottwald leads us to the room directly across from mine, which is nearly identical to the one I’m staying in. The only difference is, there is no balcony overlooking the grounds.

“Your towels and linens will be replenished three times per week unless you’d like them done more often. We’re having a late dinner tonight, but it’s typically served at six thirty every evening. Breakfast is at 8 A.M. Master Richard doesn’t appreciate tardiness, so it would be wise to be on time.”

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