Page 9 of Release Me

“You’re not fucking with me?” I cry, “Because I can’t be stuck in here any longer. I won’t survive it.”

“Brynn, I am here to help you. You can trust me.”

He stands up and places his folder on the seat of his chair before walking over to my bed. He picks up both of my hands and pries them apart so they’re open and not still balled into fists. He massages my palms gently to aid my relaxation. Then, he places them on top of my pubic bone, just above my clit.

My body is vibrating with need as he removes his hands from mine and takes a slight step back.

“Touch yourself, Brynn,” he commands, our eyes still locked together.

Something in me snaps, and my hands dive underneath the cheap fabric covering my pussy. It’s too much to bear anymore, it’s too restricting, and it has to go. I take hold of the material and pull as hard as I can until the seams rip on both sides. Once my body is free from my underwear, I sit up and remove the strappy tank top as well. I scoot backward on the bed until I feel the wall behind me, and I relax against it.

I look down at myself, ecstatic I can see my whole body again. I watch as my fingers connect with my clit before diving between my legs and sliding through my dripping slit. I insert two fingersseveraltimes before dragging some of the moisture back up to my clit. My fingers slip and slide over it until the burning pain turns into a wave of pleasure rushing through me. It won’t take me long to come, and this is one time I won’t be mad about that. I rub as fast as I can while plunging two fingers from my other hand deep inside of me. I circle them around until I am ready for another, then I insert a third finger. The mix of pleasure has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

I nearly forgot the gorgeous mystery man is here. When my eyes catch his once more, it’s like a dam breaking open. My orgasm crashes into me, and it’s like my first time all over again. It never feels bad, but it’s been a long time since it’s feltthisgood. I lift my ass off the bed with my pussy proudly on display.

He quickly backs out of the way as moisture shoots out of me and splashes to the floor in front of him. I continue to rub my clit and finger my pussy. No sooner had my orgasm began to subside, it rushes back to the surface again. Another stream of cum splashes onto the floor. This goes on for several minutes, and when I have no more left in me, I crash down onto the bed and stare, bleary-eyed at the ceiling above once again.

I blink slowly as my eyelids grow heavier until finally, I pass out for the hundredth time since being locked away down here.

Only this time, it’s not due to the fatigue of torture.

It’s from pure, unadulterated bliss.

* * *

The next morning, I am awoken by the sound of my door opening. I try to roll over, but my hands and feet are bound to the bed again.

What the fuck?

I look up at my wrists to find the straps wrapped securely around them and the padlocks in the locked position.

I lift my head and look at my feet. It’s then I realize I’m fully clothed again as well.

What the hell?

But what about last night…the man who was here…the one who untied me?

The morning nurse comes in, as grumpy as ever, and I look to her to clear up the confusion.

“Why am I tied up again?”

“What?” She looks at me with a bewildered expression on her face.

“Last night, someone undid my binds and let me…”

Shut up, Brynn!

No matter what happened last night, she’s either going to think I’m lying or I’m crazy, and I’ll end up getting myself into trouble again.

“Let you what?” she practically screams.

“Nothing,” I mutter, as the skin between myeyeswrinkles. “It must have been a dream.”

Jesus, maybe Iamcrazy.

ChapterSix

BRYNN

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