Page 17 of Release Me

“Because I want to. I like it. I don’t care who it’s with, what kind, or where it happens. The more exciting or dangerous, the better.”

“Hmm… interesting.”

I think I’m going to enjoy cognitive behavioral therapy with Brynn very much.

ChapterNine

BRYNN

The sun shiningthrough the window in my barren room awakens me earlier than I was anticipating. The clock on the wall in front of me tells me it’s6:40 A.M.

“What the fuck?” I grunt to myself before rolling over and placing my pillow over my head.

Then,hepops into my mind.

Dr. Dick.

I laugh out loud, saying his name. I mean, how fucking perfect for a pervert like me to have a doctor whose nickname isDick? My laughter alerts me to the fact that I need to pee. Dragging myself out of bed, I walk to the toilet in the corner of the room. This place is like a jail, but with a bigger room and a better toilet.

But no roomie I can get to scratch my itch when I needit. I have to do it all by myself when I’m locked in here each night. The warm liquid trickles from my body, giving my bladder a break, and it feels good. I start thinking about Dr. Dick some more. He’s fucking hot, and picturing him sends the aching shiver I know all too well down my spine. It’s time for my morning release. I need it like a smoker needs their morning cigarette. Like a drug addict needs their fix.

My hands lightly trace a path up the insides of my thighs, tickling my skin, and heightening my senses the further they rise. I stop moving my left hand, but my right hand continues its path until it finds its way to my clit.

God, I need this.

I wasn’t able to make myself come last night, which was aggravating as hell. I blame it on my session because Dr. Dick was able to get me to say too much. When I get too in tune with my true feelings, I go numb. I hate it.

Remembering back to when he was in my isolation cell with me, my fingers begin to move more rapidly, drawing out the feeling I so desperately need right now. I picture the way his shirt was stretched over his muscles. I want his big, strong hands on my body. If he were here right now, I would beg him to wrap one of them around my neck while the other one digs its fingers deep inside of my pussy.

The vision of it sends a jolt to my core, and I stand up over the toilet. My juices mix with my pee as I shoot it hard and fast into the bowl beneath me. The spray is so strong it splashes back up and gets my legs and ass cheeks wet.

I breathe slowly and try to take deep breaths to calm my heart rate down. That was another strong one. I don’t know what it is about Dr. Dick, but I need more of him.

I need his hands on me, and I’m determined to get what I want.

* * *

One Week Later

Sittingin the cafeteria,I’mtrying to picture my powdered eggs as eggs benedictwhenFinn comes and plops down in front of me. He isn’t the type of guy I would generally see myself with. If I were to do relationships, that is. Finn is huskier than nearly all of my clients, and though he’s twenty-six, he still looks like a teenager. I fantasize that he’s younger than I am when we fuck sometimes. Between that and his forceful nature, it’s no wonder I haven’t tired of him yet.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says to me as he picks up a lump of eggs from my plate and tosses it into his mouth, “How have you been? After you stormed out of the showers the other day, I haven’t seen you much.”

“Yeah, this week has been…interesting. That’s for sure.”

“How so?”

Though our relationship initially started as purely sexual, we’ve become somewhat friendly as well. Would we have the same connection with one another on the outside? Fuck no. But for now, it’s nice to have someone to talk to.

Finn ended up in here after trying to kill his college professor with an icepick for giving him an “F.” He suffers from mild schizophrenia and severe bipolar disorder. He’s a lifer. He’ll never see the world outside of the grounds of The Meadowlake Institute ever again.

“I don’t know,” I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to go into details about my first week with Dr. Dick. “I got a new doctor, though. So no more fuckingLewis to deal with.”

“No fucking way.” He’s as shocked as I was.

“I know, right? I never thought I would be rid of the bitch.”

“You want to go celebrate?” He wags his left eyebrow at me like he always does when he’s in the mood, and it’s like a trigger for my body to respond.

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