Page 24 of Release Me

Another strike to each cheek.

He grabs hold of my hair and pulls me up, so my back is against his hard chest.

“I'm going to fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before, Brynn.”

Just before I can get a smart remark out, he throws me over the railing again and shoves his fingers in my pussy. He moves them around, working the current moisture with the new flowing arousal. I can feel him crouch down behind me and I turn and look, just in time to see him tongue my asshole. He doesn’t stay there long, just enough to get it wet. When he is upright again, he presses his thumb against my opening and pushes it in. His action heightens my pleasure, and my eyes roll back into my head slightly.

He moves all his fingers together, and I can feel another orgasm building. Removing his fingers from my pussy, hishand glides against my ass and my hip, finding its way around my body, stopping only when he lands on myclit.

“Brynn…” he leans over me, “I want you to come for me. Come for me the way you came the first night we met.”

I remove one hand from the railing so I can grab onto his dick, but his fingers leave my clit immediately, and he grabs me around my wrist.

“I said don’t let go, and when I tell you to do something, you listen. I want your hand on my cock more than you can understand. But right now, this is about you.”

He places my hand back on the railing in front of me. Turning my head to meet his stare, I don’t know what to think. Is he acting this way because I’m his patient, and this is my therapy? Or is he acting this way because he genuinely wants to pleasure me? What does he expect in return?

He told me he is going to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. Does he think there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give him because that’s just the kind of slut I am? Is he thinking of evil and twisted ways for me to return the favor?

“Brynn, where did you go?”

His hand returns to my pussy, and he begins his ministrations once more.

“Part of CBT is talking about your feelings as you go through an experience. I won’t stop what I’m doing, but you need to tell me what you’re feeling.”

His fingers speed up, and my eyes close as a wave of bliss washes over my body again.

“I… I don’t know what you expect from me.”

“I told you, I just want you to tell me what is going on in your head.”

“No… I…” It’s getting hard for me to concentrate on how I felt a moment ago with his masterful hands tormenting me the way they are. “I meant… I want to know what you’re expecting in return… For making me come.”

His fingers slow slightly.

“Look at me, Brynn.”

I look at him, still uneasy following his orders.

“All I want is to make you feel good. I want you to be yourself, but I don't want you in any danger anymore.”

I'm not sure how to take that. I'm not used to someone caring for me in that way. Why does he? He doesn't even know me.

I nod my head, and he begins to quicken his pace again.

“Then I feel...excited, hot… So fucking horny.”

“Good, let yourself enjoy this. Stop thinking, and justfeel.”

He speeds up more, and in no time, he has my knees weakening. I feel like I am melting into a puddle on the ground.

He stands behind me, again, with his chest to my back, and he helps to hold me in place. Kissing my neck, he makes his way to my shoulder and takes a small, harmless bite. But fuck if it didn’t awaken my body again.

I remove my hand from the railing in front of me and curl my arm around the back of his neck. I lean my head back on his shoulder. He removes his fingers from me, and his hands trace the outline of my torso, landing on my tits. He pinches my nipples, lightly, between his fingers.

“Mmm,” I moan.

“How are you feeling? Sad? Anxious?” he asks, before whispering, “Dangerous?”

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