Page 66 of Release Me

“Let’s get goin’ then, doll face.”

Fighting the urge to tell him not to call me that, I follow him to his truck. This dress isn’t terribly short, but I pray its long enough to keep him from seeing too much as he gives me a boost up and into the cab. I take a deep breath before I attempt to sit down, and flinch when I realize my ass is still in the same amount of pain it was in this morning.

He walks around to the driver’s side and hops in. After a couple of engine checks, he makes a record of his milage, then puts the truck into gear. Not even ten miles down the road, he already starts in on the dirty talk. I don’t know why I thought he’d be any different from other dirty, old men. Apparently, I never learn.

What the fuck else is new?

“Why don’t you lift your dress up for me and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, doll face.”

Dying a little on the inside, I lift the hem of my dress, but just so it barely shows anything.

“Naw, come on now. You didn’t think this ride was gonna be free didja? Put that foot of yours up here on the seat and face me.”

I shift in my seat, turning my hips toward him, and lift my foot. The pain radiating through my backside helps to keep my attention, so it’s not on the man. Until he grabs my knee and holds it against the seat, spreading me wider.

“Now that’s more like it.”

He licks his fingers before reaching out and flicking my clit.

“There it is,” he says as he looks back and forth from my pussy to the road. “This turning you on, doll face?”

I don’t speak, but force a smile on my face instead.

“Here, you do it. Play with yourself for me.”

As my fingers replace his, I slowly, barely touch myself. I watch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his stubby dick out. Again, his gaze alternates between me and the road and I pray he doesn’t crash.

Or maybe I hope he does.

“Aw, come on now, doll face. You can do better than that. A girl like you in a dress like that. I’m sure you’ve been around the block a time or two. This probably isn’t anything new for you. Get your fingers all the way up in there.”

I strain to keep my tears at bay as I push two fingers through my opening, and his eyes nearly glaze over. He continues watching me for a few minutes before he makes his next demand.

“Come on over here and put your mouth on it.”

Removing my fingers, I maneuver my way closer to him. Mentally preparing myself, I bring my face closer to his crotch.

Come on, Brynn. He’s right, this is nothing new for you.Just do it and get it over with.

When my mouth is about to close around him, I hear him speak again.

“What the fuck?”

He slams on his breaks and my body lurches forward, bouncing off the dashboard. When I look up, I see a helicopter landing on the road in front of us. My first thought is of Richard, but I’m sure it’s not him. There’s probably a bad accident up ahead. But when the door opens, and I see him hop out, my heart skips a beat.

He came after me.

Before I let myself get too excited, I realize he’s probably come to haul me back to Meadowlake. Our eyes connect the closer he gets as he marches up to the driver’s side door. Flinging it open, he gets a glimpse of me on all fours, head facing toward this man, who has his fucking dick out.

Great, this time he catches me in the act.

“Keep your fucking hands on the steering wheel,” Richard orders him raising a gun and pointing it at the guy. “Brynn, sweetie, hop down out of the truck.”

Shocked by the sight of him with a weapon, I don’t move right away. Shaking my head to clear it, I turn and reach for the handle to open the door. Grabbing my bag, I climb out of the cab as carefully as possible. Richard doesn’t take his gun off the man until I am safe by his side.

Taking my hand in his, he escorts me to the helicopter and straps me in.

The second the seatbelt clicks into place, I’m taken over by uncontrollable, body-wracking sobs again.

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