Page 61 of Release Me

The moment we get home, I carry Brynn up to my bedroom and set her on the ledge of the bathtub. While I let the water heat up, I strip her out of her clothes. God only knows what grime was on that bathroom floor, and I want to make sure she’s cleaned up before getting her into bed.

She finally stopped sobbing on the car ride home, but she’s still not speaking. Her eyesight is unfocussed, and I’m very concerned someone hurt her. I’ll help her try to relax as much as I can tonight, but tomorrow I need to make her talk to me.

She sits still and quiet in the tub, allowing me to wash her body thoroughly. When I finish bathing her, I let the water out of the tub and lift her back onto the ledge. Wrapping her in a towel, I dry her off the best I can before I carry her into my bed and cover her up with the blankets. Heading back into the bathroom, I take a very quick shower before I join her between the sheets.

Once I’m finally next to her, I pull her into my chest, and hold her close to me the entire night.

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When I wake up the next morning, I see Brynn sitting up in bed next to me, her arms wrapped around her legs.

“Hey,” I sit up and put my arm around her, but she shrugs it off.

I’ll let that go since she had a rough night, but I hate that she denied my touch. I move myself so I’m facing her and I force her to look at me. Her eyes meet mine for a millisecond before they dart off somewhere around the room.

“Brynn.”

My sharp and slightly elevated voice normally helps her understand when I’m unhappy with her behavior. She’s been so good about correcting herself without needing discipline, but this morning it’s like she’s forgotten everything I taught her.

Or she no longer cares.

“Brynn, get into position,” I command.

I’m not playing games with her.

“No.”

What the hell?

I don’t want to have to discipline her knowing something serious happened to her last night, but I will if she pushes me.

“Brynn, on the floor in position, now.”

I hop off the bed and stand next to it, pointing at the floor where she should be heading right now, but isn’t.

“You get on the floor,” she spits.

That’s it.

Reaching forward, I pull her off the mattress. With my arm around her waist, I sit on the edge of the bed and attempt to put her over my knee. But, fuck, she’s strong. She’s fighting me, and she’s winning. Standing upright, I wrap my arms under hers and link my fingers together at the back of her head, effectively trapping her in a full nelson hold.

I walk us across the room to a hidden panel on the wall, pressing a button to call my private elevator. It goes straight from my room to the dungeon and nowhere else. When the door opens, we enter and I press the down button with my big toe, so I don’t weaken the hold I have on her.

As we descend to the dungeon, Brynn screams.

“Let go of me!”

“All you need to do is obey and talk to me, Brynn. I need to know what happened to flip your switch like this.”

“Fuck you!”

“Okay, if that’s how you want to play it, fine. But don’t try to tell me I didn’t give you a chance to do this the easy way.”

Approaching the spanking bench, I bend her body over it like I did the first time we were ever in this room together. I don’t like back peddling, which is exactly what we’re doing right now, but if it gets me the answers I need, then that’s what I’ll do.

Using my weight to hold her down onto the bench, I manage to restrain her right wrist inside of the awaiting cuff. Okay, that’s one appendage taken care of. Forcing her left arm down, I’m barely able to get the cuff around her wrist.

“No! Stop it!” she shrieks.

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