Page 58 of Release Me

The way her skin is flushed with desire, her eyes are nearly glossed over trying to concentrate hard to control her urges. I’m so fucking proud of her. I chose this activity specifically to test her impulse control. When I first met her, she had none. In the month since then, she has come so far. I have faith in her to get through this evening, but I also know she can very easily decide an orgasm now will be worth the punishment later. We’ll see what happens, but as we’re nearly finished our meal, I have a feeling we will be making an appearance at our next stop.

“It’s a good thing your dress is black, Brynn. It’s not as easy to see the giant wet spot I’m sure has collected beneath you by now.”

Though we’re already shoulder to shoulder, I lean in closer to her and place my lips against her ear.

“I can smell your arousal from here. I may be controlling the toys, but I’m jealous it’s not my fingers, my tongue, or my dick that are driving you mad with desire tonight. Take the vibrator out of your pussy. I need to feel you.”

She obeys me instantly, her hand nestling between her legs. I watch her eyes roll back before they close as she pulls slowly from her pussy. I move the fabric of her dress so the apex of her thighs is visible to me. I kiss her neck gently as I reach my hand in between her legs. I’ve seen Brynn extremely wet before, but I’m blown away by the amount of arousal that has collected. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I dance them around and she moans instantly.

Bringing my lips back to her ear, I quietly remind her to control herself and her reaction.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Brynn.”

As I edge her closer to orgasm before denying her once more, her hooded lids fall over her eyes, her stare full of lust. She looks like she’s flying high on drugs, and the ecstasy I sense coming from her has my dick hardening even more than it already is.

“Is everything okay over here?” I hear the waiter ask. “Ma’am are you alright?”

Pulling away from her ear, I thank the heavens our table is blocking the sight of my hand in her pussy. From his perspective, it merely looks like I have my hand lovingly placed on my girl’s leg.

“She uh…had a little too much wine, but she’ll be okay. We’ll take the check please.”

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Forgoing dessert at the restaurant means I get to enjoy it on the way to our next destination. I have Brynn on all fours on the floor of my limo, bared to me. With my fingers in her pussy, my tongue in her ass, and her playing with her clit, she’s coming harder than I’ve ever seen her come before. After bringing her to orgasm once more, I finally push myself inside of her and buck my hips quickly until I come.

I’ll never get tired of feeling her pussy contract around me.

I fold my body over hers, gripping her tightly in my arms. Caressing her ear with my lips, I shower her with praise.

“You were amazing tonight, Brynn. I wanted to test your impulse control, and you passed with flying colors.”

“Thank you, sir,” she breathes heavily. “I’m so tired.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get your second wind when we get to our next stop.”

She turns her head, already beginning to perk up a little.

“But if at any point you’re ready to leave, all you need to do is tell me and we’re gone. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. We need to clean ourselves off and put our clothes back on. We’re about to pull up.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

BRYNN

When we stepfoot inside of the BDSM club Richard brought me to, I’m overwhelmed. There are so many people, all of which are enjoying the company of another in some way.

There is a man flogging a woman to the right of us, closest to the door we just walked through. Several people are watching, most are either playing with themselves, or being pleasured by someone else as they look on. There are a lot of people on leashes, both men and women. I think back to when Richard gave me my collars—the leather one I’m wearing now, and the more subtle necklace I had on at dinner. When he told me the ring in the middle of my leather collar is meant for a leash, I hated the idea. But seeing it now, it’s so fucking erotic.

I finger the cold ring at the base of my neck as I watch.

The thought of being on all fours, hooked up to a leash, waiting for Richard to walk by and pet me throughout the day… When we get home, I’m going to tell him I want to try that. Maybe he can chain me up in his office while he does his work. I can rub my body against his leg like a cat who needs attention.

To the left of us is another piece of furniture. A chair with a hole cut through the bottom where a woman is sitting, with a man laying beneath the chair. She’s screaming out in pleasure as he licks her pussy, begging her to come all over his face. The rest of the large space is filled with more of the same. More furniture, more instruments being utilized, more people touching and fucking and coming.

“Richard, welcome. It’s so good to see you.” The sound of a woman’s voice saying his name has me whipping my head around, ready to fight her off.

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