Page 37 of Release Me

The look I give her is one I reserve for my subs when I’m displeased with their behavior. She appears only minutely phased by it as she looks back at her plate and flicks the peas around with the tongs of her fork.

“After that you will have fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed. At 10 A.M. Gabriella’s tutor will arrive for her lessons. That’s also the time when you will have your sessions with me, Brynn.”

This time she doesn’t look up, but I don’t miss her eye-roll.

“Lunch is at noon. Gabriella, you will eat in here. Brynn, provided we’re finished with our session, you will also eat in here. Otherwise, we will eat during our meetings. At 2 P.M., Gabriella, you will have free time until dinner at 6:30. Your occupational therapist will be here during that time to assist you with anything you may need. Brynn, once our daily sessions are over, you’re free to do as you please until dinner.”

I’ll wait until tomorrow to break the news to her about the hour of journaling that will follow each session. I already know she’s going to hate it.

“Across the grounds, there is a stable. Heidi takes care of all of our horses. She lives on property, but in her own house about ten miles from here. She can help you if you’re interested in horseback riding. There is an indoor swimming pool downstairs, as well as an entertainment room. Movies, billiards, cards. Lots to do in there.”

I rearrange the way I’m sitting slightly as I picture Brynn bent over the side of the pool table. Or on her back on the felt with her legs spread wide, my tongue dancing over her clit and in between her glistening folds. My eyes catch Brynn’s, not helping my growing erection, and I know she can sense my deviant thoughts when her eyes widen slightly. I can see her pupils practically pulsate from the seat next to mine.

“Anyway, that’s probably enough information for now. Do you have any questions for me?”

Brynn shakes her head, tearing her eyes from mine, while Gabriella continues eating. I don’t know if she understood any of what I said. I know the first couple weeks are going to be rough, and these girls will have a lot to get used to.

Waiting for morning to come is going to feel like an eternity tonight. Meeting with Brynn in the privacy of my home has been all I can think about since the moment she agreed to come with me.

* * *

As soon as dinner ended, I informed the girls it was bedtime and dismissed them to their rooms. Quickly, I fled to my own room and immediately pulled up the feed in the room assigned to Brynn. It must have taken her a while to get Gabriella situated, because she didn’t appear until almost ten minutes in. The moment she came into the camera’s view, she sat on the edge of her bed, which is where she still is now.

I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she like it here? Could she see herself staying here for good?

Finally, she stands up and undresses on her way into the bathroom. Switching to that feed, I watch as she stands at the sink, dressed in only a black lace bra and matching underwear. The way her ass and tits shake as she brushes her teeth to pearly white perfection has my cock up and at the ready. Once she’s done, she places the toothbrush in the holder on the sink before something else catches her eye.

Slowly, she fingers the hairbrush I had Mrs. Gottwald pick up for her from the store. Expecting her to brush her hair, I’m intrigued when she takes it back into the bedroom with her. Hopping onto the mattress, I watch as she lies back and spreads her legs wide. Pressing a series of keys, I turn the sound all the way up and zoom in on the bed.

This is the room my subs stay in if and when they ever have a need to spend the night. They’re fully aware of the cameras, and the behavior they choose to engage in while they’re in the room is entirely up to them. I’ll let Brynn know about the cameras… eventually. But for now, I will enjoy the opportunity to watch her without any of her guards up. I want to get to know the real Brynn. Not the hard ass she pretends she is, or feels she needs to be. Her face earlier, on the plane while she was working with Gabriella… it was at ease, relaxed. She didn’t have her defenses up, and she never looked more beautiful. I got to see a part of her I hadn’t seen before, and it was such a fucking turn on. I had to restrain myself just so I wouldn’t take her into the back of the plane and sink my cock deep into that sweet pussy of hers.

Just like she’s about to do with that hairbrush.

Interesting.

She’s lying back on the pillows, legs spread wide with her underwear pulled to one side. Biting her bottom lip, one hand darts to her clit, the other hand moves the end of the hairbrush up and down her slit, teasing the sensitive skin. Following her lead, I reach inside of my pajama pants and grip my cock. I hate that, yet again, I’m jerking off to Brynn instead of actually fucking her.

Almost time.

It doesn’t take much before I hear a moan escape her. She rubs her clit harder as she finally pushes the end of the hairbrush through her entrance. Moving it in and out, I can already see her arousal glistening on the handle. My future sub is very receptive to her own touch. Will she be as receptive to mine when we get started?

She’s an absolute masterpiece to behold. Her skin flushed with desire. Her eyes rolling with pleasure. Her pussy, bright red and shining with arousal, begging for release. Tightening the grip around my cock, I listen as her breathing begins to quicken. I match the pace, and I’m not surprised how quick it is before her breath picks up speed. Brynn isn’t patient by any means, that’s part of her disorder. It’s one of the things I’m most looking forward to teaching her.

I grab a tissue from the box in front of me. I’m as close as she is now, each of us rubbing our hands over our sensitive flesh, nerves pulsating and begging for relief. The moment I hear her come, hot seed shoots from the tip of my cock and into the waiting tissue. Before she comes down from her orgasm, I hear something quite unexpected from her.

“Jacob.”

If I hadn’t already come, I would have lost my orgasm then and there.

Who the fuck is Jacob?

* * *

I don’t take my eyes from my watch as I wait for Brynn and Gabriella to join me at the breakfast table. It’s two minutes to eight, and after hearing another man’s name on Brynn’s lips as she came so beautifully last night, I’m already on edge. I’d love for her to give me a reason to discipline her as soon as we get into my dungeon. With fifteen seconds remaining, I hear the patter of feet marching toward the dining room.

Damn it.

In another five seconds, Brynn is helping Gabriella pull her chair out from the table before taking her own seat.

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