Page 4 of Until I Break

Julian

She gags softly whenI push down her throat, so I stop moving and let her get used to the feeling. “Just relax. Focus on breathing,” I encourage. The sexy little blonde on her knees in front of me blinks away tears as she looks up at me. Something about her eagerness is annoying, so I push deeper and start rocking my hips. More tears fall, and she gargles around my cock as I move faster. She wants to call it, I can see it in her eyes, but she is too stubborn. I hold her face between my hands and switch to fucking her throat harder and faster. She starts to fight back, but she still hasn’t called it, so I go harder. I am so goddamn close to coming. As the feeling approaches, she starts frantically hitting my leg, which is her way of calling it quits.

I try not to grumble or complain when I stop. She did exactly what she should have. It became too much to handle, so she stopped. I can’t blame her for that. I really wanted to fuckingcome, though. Why can’t I find a sub who wants to fight just for the fun of it? This girl is not cut out for that type of kink, though. I knew that when I called her up here.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Natalie says, bowing her head. I sigh and lift her chin.

“You did well, Natalie. You became overwhelmed, and you communicated. That is the point of this exercise,” I say.

“I wanted to please you,” she admits. “I feel like I failed.”

“Exercising your right to consent is not failure, Natalie. Failure is forcing yourself to do something when you don’t want to. You wouldn’t be failing me, though; it’s failing yourself and not respecting your own boundaries.”

“May I still help you finish, Master?” she asks with pleading eyes.

“As much as I would love to…”

“I want to,” she says. “But not that way.”

“How then?” I ask. The others are watching closely, wondering what she will say. “Be specific if you are offering yourself.”

“I can take that level of force anally… I want to offer you my ass, Master,” she says, still kneeling in front of me.

“And you understand the purpose of this is for me to help you find your boundary. That means I will not be kind, and I will make it my goal for you to call your safe word,” I warn her.

“Yes, Master,” she says with a sweet smile.

“Alright. Stand and grab the edge of the table,” I say. She eagerly jumps up and does as she is told. Calder chuckles and hands me a condom. I ignore the judgmental look on his face and tear open the wrapper. Once it’s on, I grab the lube and focus on making sure I don’t break this girl in half. She is not who I want bent over for me, but I can’t exactly force Eliza to let me fuck her. God, I want to fuck her. More than that, I want to take care of her. I have never been the type to want to commit to someone, but it’s different with her. Calder is a bit softer than I am, so he likes to pick fun at me for my bitterness towards not being able to have her.

Once Natalie is as prepared as she can be, I grab her hips and force my cock into her ass. “Fuck,” she hisses. I try to pretend that she is Eliza, but I can’t. Natalie pushes back on me, and that pisses me off. Instead of reprimanding her for trying to top, I ram into her hard, making her scream. That fucking delights me, so I do it again. And again. And again. Soon, I am fucking her so hard and fast that she is sobbing but not stopping me. No matter the tears, she is desperately rubbing her clit. When she comes, her body tightens around my cock, and I explode. The shame sinks in when I pull out. I was way too hard on that girl.

“Thank you, Master,” Natalie sniffles. I know I should comfort her. I know aftercare is important, but I am mentally drained.

“Clean up and go rest,” I say simply. A hurt look comes over her face as she nods. If she cries, I’ll feel worse, so I turn and walk away.

When I get to the changing room, Calder is right behind me. “You didn’t have to be so hard on her,” he remarks.

“I know.”

“Then why were you?” he asks.

“I don’t know, Calder. Do we have to do this right now?”

“Yes. You’re pissed at the world and took it out on her,” he says. “What’s up?”

“It’s Eliza,” I say. “I’m just pissed off that she won’t fucking leave that prick.”

“I get that, but you can’t take it out on Natalie just because she craves your attention,” Calder says. “If you can’t have a level head, you have no business teaching them anything. God forbid it was a whipping lesson.”

“I wouldn’t hurt the subs, and you know that,” I say with a frown.

“Maybe not intentionally, but you did fuck her entirely too hard. She’s never taken you anally before, and you fucked her like someone who has.”

“I know,” I sigh. “I’ll talk to her. Just… not right now.”

“Hey,” Natalie says hesitantly from the doorway. I sigh and pull on my jeans before turning to face her.

“Hey. You okay?” I ask.

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