Page 56 of Release Me

As she begins to pout and beg him to come along, I think back to a discussion we had last week.

Richard and I got into an argument when I found out he has cameras in my room, watching my every move. To be honest, at the time I didn’t care that they were there. I was only angry he caught me pleasuring myself when I wasn’t supposed to be. I accused him of being a pervert and asked how often he watched Gabriella. I told myself I wasn’t asking because I was jealous of the thought of him being interested in someone else, but it didn’t work.

I went into a full-on jealous rage thinking about it. I made a reference to him wanting to fuck a child, which didnotgo over well. Not that I thought it would. He practically dragged me down the hidden stairwell from my room to the dungeon, restrained me to the spanking bench, and got out the paddle. He paddled my ass until I was bawling my eyes out and begging him to stop.

When he was through, he carried me to the bed for aftercare. He explained to me that, first and foremost, I am the only girl he’s interested in, and how he’s never been as infatuated with someone as he is me. He told me that my room is the only one with cameras, and he has no intention of turning them off. And he told me he would never, ever touch Gabriella in a way that was anything other than appropriate for a healthy father/daughter relationship.

I told him I was sorry, and he continued to hold me while I cried. When my tears ceased,heended up apologizing tomefor getting so angry. But what I accused him of is extremely serious and not something he would ever even joke about. I understood completely and felt awful for even thinking it. After that, he fingered me, giving me orgasm after orgasm, until I passed out in the bed. When I woke up the next morning, still wrapped in his arms, I felt relieved. I dreamt he was holding me, protecting me. When I woke up and realized it was real…it’s the happiest I’ve been in a really long time.

Over the past two weeks, we’ve been diving deep into the abuse I suffered as a child. It’s been incredibly difficult, but Richard has made me feel safe and wanted every step of the way. We act out different situations from my past that are triggers for me, but he teaches me how to cope, heal, and grow each time. I’ve gone from dreading our therapy sessions to looking forward to them. Not only because of the sex, but because by the time it’s over, there is usually one less demon in my head waiting to strike.

“I will be ready and waiting in the foyer no later than 5:55.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you then.”

He winks before he turns and walks back to the house. Butterflies fly rampant in my stomach.

I don’t know if they’re due to the thought of going out, or because of the playful glimmer in Richard’s eyes.

He’s up to something.

* * *

I’ve showered, shaved, plucked, applied make up, styled my hair, and swathed myself in the gorgeous black satin evening gown Richard bought for me to wear tonight. This dress has a deep plunging V in the front, matching the trend of the majority of the shirts he purchased for me. With it also being an off the shoulder dress, I need some serious tape to hold it in place. One wrong move and it will fall right off me.

Maybe that’s his plan?

I try not to think about it too much, out of fear that I will crave an orgasm before we go anywhere. I’ve been trying so hard to be good this past week. After our argument, I haven’t wanted to disobey Richard. I don’t want to give him a reason not to want me anymore. He’s assured me that would never happen, and I appreciate it every time he tells me, but I still have a hard time believing it.

Checking my reflection one last time, I adjust a bobby pin and do a final make-up check. Glancing at my bedside clock as I leave the room, I see it’s only 5:50 P.M. I love the fact that I’m going to be early. Richard will be so proud of me. As I walk out of my room, I see him approaching the stairwell from his wing of the second floor. The moment my eyes fall on him, securing his cufflink into place, I stop in my tracks.

I’ve been attracted to him since the first time I laid my bleary, burning eyes on him. But the way he looks in a tux is just unfair. He’s unmistakably, drop dead gorgeous. I feel my skin heat as a bead of moisture rolls down my slit. Fuck, this isn’t a good way to start the evening. Too awe struck by the sight of him, I don’t realize he has a black giftbag in his hand until he holds it out for me.

“Here, I got this for you, but you probably want to open it in your room.” He follows it up with his wink that makes my knees weak.

“Thank you, sir,” I say to him as we enter my room together.

He shuts the door behind us, making me even more anxious to see what’s in it. I pull out the tissue paper and toss it on my bed. When I look inside of the bag, I see three items at the bottom. Each one more exciting than the next. I pull the first one out, a butt plug. It’s chrome with a gorgeous, large sapphire gem on the end. The second item is a vibrator. It’s bright pink, small, and oblong, and it has a long tail attached to it. The last item is a pair of crotchless panties with an attached holster for yet another vibrator.

“I’m noticing a trend, sir.”

“Get up on the bed on all fours, Brynn.”

Without hesitation, and with the hope of a little playtime before we leave, I do as he says.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, as I mentioned before. And I want you to wear these while we’re out.”

Richard’s hand comes into view with the butt plug held in his grasp. He places it against my lips, and I open my mouth. Gathering up some saliva, I coat the cold metal the best I can as he rubs his thumb over my back entrance, relaxing it.

“Play with your clit while I work this inside of you.”

Ecstatic for the permission to touch myself, I don’t waste any time. A zing of pleasure thrums through me as my fingers press against my bundle of nerves, already working my body into a frenzy. The moment Richard begins pressing the butt plug against the delicate ring of muscle, I swear I could come. Always in tune with my feelings and my body, he warns me.

“You are not to come, Brynn. Do you understand me? If you come, we won’t be going anywhere except the dungeon tonight. And you definitely won’t get to come while we’re down there.”

I immediately stop rubbing my clit and try to think about any and everything that could possibly turn me off. Baseball—fuck. Men and balls, way to go Brynn. Okay, algebra. I strain to keep different combinations of letters and numbers in the forefront of my mind. It’s incredibly hard to do, however, with Richard jiggling the butt plug, trying to ease it in carefully.

Finally, Richard finishes tormenting me only to begin again, this time with the pink vibrator. Once more, he places it on my bottom lip, commanding me to get it wet for him. Though it’s quite unnecessary as I’m already soaking wet between my thighs. This one, thankfully, goes in quickly and without too much torment.

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