Page 22 of Release Me

Is she scared? Is she excited? Her pupils dilate with desire, answering my unspoken question.

“Picture yourself where you need to be, but picture me there with you. I’m here to help you, to heal you. What do you need from me?”

“I…I don’t understand, is this for real or are we role-playing?”

We’re only supposed to be role playing, but I want more. Ineedmore. And I think she does, too.

“It’s real if you want it to be, Brynn.”

I watch as she argues with herself trying to sort out reality from fantasy, but it’s impossible when they’re one and the same.

“The roof.”

ChapterEleven

BRYNN

I haveno idea what game Dr. Dick is playing, but if he’s offering me a chance tohealthe way I want to, then who am I to say no. He’s the doctor, right? The way his jaw clenched when he told me this could be real if I wanted it to, spoke volumes.

Doeshewant it to be real?

“What’s next, Brynn?” he inquires once we make it to the roof.

I look out at the scenery, and it’s never been more breathtaking. The sun is about to set, storm clouds are rolling in the distance. It’s later in the day than I usually meet with Dr. Dick, but I missed my regular session time because I was still in the infirmary.

Whatisnext?

I look around the perimeter of the roof. That’s when I spot it. The railing and fire escape ladder bent over the edge and traveling down the side of the building.

I want to be bent over the side of the building.

“There.” I point to it, directing his attention.

“After you,” Dr. Dick responds.

When we get to the ladder, he looks at me questioningly.

“The worse I feel, the more dangerous I get. If I were here with someone, I would tell them to fuck me over the side of that railing, knowing how quickly we could fall to our deaths.”

“Do these men normally have an issue doing something so dangerous?”

“No. If they did, I wouldn’t have called them in the first place.”

A brief silence falls between us.

“Brynn, do you want me to help you?”

“I thought that’s what you’re doing?”

“No, I mean… Do you want me to bend you over that railing and fuck you until you forget why you were upset in the first place?”

My breath hitches as his pupils swell with delight at his words.

Of courseI want him to, but I am still trying to decide if this is a joke, a trick, or a dream.

“Yes,” I respond, a little more breathless than I want him to witness.

He holds out his hand and guides me to the railing directly next to the ladder. When we get there, each of us waits for the other to make the first move. As much as I want to, it’s not going to be me. I’m still not convinced this is actually happening.

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