Page 36 of Release Me

Glancing at my watch,it’s nearly quarter after eight, and there is still no sign of the girls. I wonder if I should make sure they’re okay at the same time as Mrs. Gottwald clears her throat behind me.

“I did tell them you don’t appreciate tardiness, sir.”

“It’s okay. It’s only the first night and—”

At that moment I hear footsteps echoing off the marble floor, sounding as though they’re headed this way. A moment later, Mr. Gottwald enters the dining room with Brynn and Gabriella following closely behind him.

The girls appear to have both showered and gotten changed into some new clothing. Seeing Brynn out of the standard issue sweats from the institute is like seeing in color for the first time. She’s alluring as ever in tight jeans and a low-cut black top. A stark contrast to the modestly-covered Gabriella.

Mr. and Mrs. Gottwald exit into the kitchen to grab the dinner plates.

“Ladies, I hope you found your accommodations comfortable.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Dick,” Brynn answers. “I’ve stayed in some skeevy hotel rooms nicer than the room you assigned me to.”

I look at her without any trace of amusement on my face.

“It’s more than comfortable, thank you. Dick.”

The muscle in my jaw clenches as I imagine taking Brynn to my playroom and strapping her in for a punishment. Both my cock and my hand are aching to touch her again.

That will have to wait until tomorrow.

Mr. and Mrs. Gottwald bring dinner out before excusing themselves back to the kitchen while we eat. I had chicken and vegetables prepared this evening. Something lighter for both of them, since they’ve been on a horrible diet of crap food for far too long. I didn’t want to introduce something too rich and have it upset their stomachs.

I watch Brynn as she helps Gabriella cut up her chicken. I’m about to interrupt and tell her to let Gabriella try it herself, when Brynn hands over the fork and knife to her.

“Now you try,” Brynn instructs.

We both watch Gabriella mangle a piece of her chicken as she tries to master using a knife.

“I’ve hired an occupational therapist as well as a tutor to come work with Gabriella during the day.”

“Why?” Brynn asks. “I can help her.”

“We need someone to watch after her while you’re in session.”

“Are my sessions going to last all day from now on?”

She looks angry and desperate for the answer to be a no.

“Some days they will be much longer than the hour you were used to at Meadowlake. Besides, you’ll need time to prepare before and decompress after each session as we get further along.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. She has no idea what she’s in for, and I’m eager to see her reaction when she finds out.

“Why aren’t you making Gabriella attending sessions with you? You agreed to help her, too.”

“I did, and I’m going to, but she needs to be able to communicate with me first.”

Every time I look at her or speak to her, I’m evaluating the poor girl.

“I usually don’t like to conduct business at the dinner table, but as it’s already late, I figure now is the best time to give you an idea of what your days will look like while you’re here.”

Brynn shoots a bored look my way before I continue.

“As Mrs. Gottwald mentioned, breakfast will begin at 8 A.M. sharp. From 8:45 to 9:45, we will engage in some form of physical activity. Jogging, weight training, things of that nature.

“Seriously?” Brynn interrupts.

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