Page 89 of Until I Break

The next time Julian picks my head up, he holds my face and is down on my level. “You did so good, Cassidy. I am very proud of you,” he says softly before gently kissing me.

“You enjoyed that way too much,” I mutter.

“I did. It was delightful,” he says with a grin. “We are going to do something, and you aren’t going to like it one bit, but please remember that we will keep you safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. He kisses me once more before letting me lay my head back down.

This table was built to break away and spread my legs wide. When someone undoes the latches and my legs are pulled apart as much as possible, they place a strap around my thigh to not put strain on my knees and allow me to relax. My ass it still up in the air as they lower the entire table down.

“Do you want to know what’s going to happen?” Oscar asks, gently teasing my ass while covering me with lube.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“We are going to put a toy on your clit, and I am going to take your ass while Julian uses the belt on your back.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yell at him. “No. Fuck no, you aren’t…”

“Good thing I wasn’t asking,” Oscar says before suddenly slamming his cock deep in my ass. I let out a shrill scream as he stretches me wide and offers no reprieve as he starts to pound into me. The first hit with the belt doesn’t even hurt, but it sends me spiraling.

“Stop! Please stop! Please don’t hurt me. Please! Red! Stop!”

Oscar falters when I say the safe word, but doesn’t stop. “You agreed to this,” Julian reminds me. “You gave up that word. Didn’t you?”

“Fuck you!” I scream at him.

“Didn’t you?!” He yells back as the belt slaps across my back.

“Yes! Goddamn it, yes!”

My entire body is trembling, and I’m just now realizing that there is a wand massager pressing against my clit. The moment I realize that it’s there, a violent orgasm rips through me and doesn’t let up. Every time the belt cracks across my back, I scream. I’m still not in pain, but it’s reflex.

“You fucking piece of shit!” I scream. Where the fuck is this coming from? I know I’m safe. I know I’m not in pain. If anything, this all feels amazing. Why am I being so mean?

“Good girl, Cass,” Oscar grunts.

I am screaming and cussing, calling them every awful name that dumps into my brain. I keep screaming that I hate them, but I don’t. I don’t know why I’m saying all of this, but it feels good to say it. When Oscar comes, his moan snaps me out of whatever fog I was in, and I start sobbing my apology. They clean me before fixing the table and taking the restraints off. Oscar is the one to scoop me up and take me to the couch in the corner.

“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I didn’t mean…”

“Shhh. Look at me,” Oscar says softly as he lifts my chin as he cradles me in his lap. “You weren’t talking to us, baby. You were talking to Troy. All of what we did was to give you a space to finally get all of that emotion out.”

“Oh,” I sniff.

“You did so well, but we aren’t done yet. You ready?” he asks.

“For what?”

“For Jasper,” he says with a grin before sitting me up.

“He’s going to hurt me,” I frown.

“Probably. I won’t lie,” he laughs. “You’ve got this.”

“Ugh!”

I move to the couch and Oscar gets up as I glare at Jasper. “Come here, pretty girl. Sit with me,” Jasper says softly. I sigh and move to straddle his lap. He stops me before I lower myself, and pulls his cock free. He grabs hold of my hips and slowly pushes me down on him.

“Oh, dear sweet Jesus,” I groan and try to pull away. This man is more than big. He’s probably the biggest I’ve ever seen, let alone sat on. He is stretching me ungodly wide, and I am scared to know how long it is.

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