Page 51 of Release Me

My breath catches in my throat. I don’t know how comfortable I feel about that, but I just nod my head as he turns my body to face away from him.

“What do I call you when we’re not alone? Dr. Dunnington?”

“If you wish. Or you can call me Richard. But you may not call me Dick anymore, Brynn.”

“Understood…sir.”

After Di—erm, Richard washes my entire body, he washes himself. Will we get to a point where I’ll need to wash him? Not wanting to open up that can of worms, I decide not to ask.

When we vacate the bathroom, he tells me to get into position at the foot of the bed. When I hear the closet doors open, I chance a look at him. I watch as he picks out some clothing, and he catches me.

“Head down, Brynn,” he commands sternly.

I don’t try to take another look as he continues going through my closet. The sound of hangers scraping against the metal bar of the closet hits my ears. Then the sound of drawers opening and closing. When he’s finished, I hear him at the side of the bed and I’m assuming he’s putting my clothes down. Then, I watch the floor as his feet come into view. He squats in front of me, and I see he’s put on a pair of boxer briefs.

Where did they come from?

In his hand is the container of balm he used on my clit when we were still in the dungeon. He opens it and scoops a glob of it out with his finger. Reaching between my legs, he delicately spreads it over my clit. It hurts a little but at the same time, he’s making my body buzz with need again. He’s rubbing it on the same way he did the arousal cream yesterday. Every time he touched me, sparks went through my body, and it felt so good it brought tears to my eyes. I can’t wait until I’m feeling good enough for me to touch myself.

Richard climbs back to his feet and walks toward the bathroom. I hear him moving something around in the cabinet before returning to the bed.

“On your feet,” he demands.

He still seems upset I was looking at him a moment ago. I don’t even know why I did it. It didn’t matter to me what he was doing. Maybe it was my psychological predisposition to causing trouble that forced me to look. I climb to my feet, but keep my eyes on the ground.

“Come.”

I follow him to the side of the bed and he waves his hand toward the clothing he’s laid out.

“I picked your clothing out for you. Initially, I was going to pick out shorts and underwear in addition to what I have here for you to change into. But then you disobeyed my orders by lifting your gaze from the floor. Therefore, I’ve picked out a skirt and decided not to let you wear underwear beneath it as punishment.”

It takes everything I have not to laugh at his punishment. I never wear underwear any way, this is nothing new to me. I manage to keep my composure before responding.

“Yes, sir.” I nod my head.

“Get dressed, grab your journal and a pen, and meet me in my office in five minutes.” He checks his watch. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I mean it. Not even thirty seconds late, Brynn.”

“Okay,” I answer, annoyed he doesn’t think I understand. Then I realize I forgot something, “Sir. Okay, sir.”

He doesn’t speak again; he merely nods before disappearing behind the hidden door in the back right corner of my room.

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After Richard left, I had to go to the bathroom. By the time I was finished and dressed, with my notebook in hand, I realize I can’t find my pen anywhere. I get down on the floor and check under the dresser. I crawl over to the nightstand and look underneath that as well as the bed. Nothing. I open the drawer of the nightstand, but it isn’t there either.

“What the fuck?” I ask the empty room.

I check the clock on my nightstand and realize it’s been four minutes since he left. Shit. I need to go, but I don’t have my pen. Either way, he’s not going to be happy. I hurry from my room, rolling my eyes that I agreed to this bullshit. The sex part of it I can deal with.

Fuck, I can deal with it all day every day.

But this other part, I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I don’t need someone to tell me where to be and when and then worry about not showing up on time and prepared. I get angrier with each step I take toward Richard’s office. Maybe I can get him to meet somewhere in the middle. At least when we’re in session, we’re back to doctor and patient. Still not on even ground, but I won’t feel quite as much like a child.

When I turn the corner and begin to run down the main staircase, my eyes lock with his. As soon as he sees me, he glances down at his watch.Fuck.Wait a minute, how is he already dressed and ready to go? Did he fucking teleport? Did he I-Dream-of-Genie his clothing onto his body? I come to a halt a few feet from him and take a deep breath. I made it just in time.

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