Page 88 of Until I Break

“I can walk. You’ll throw out your back,” I laugh but then stop when I realize I fucked up. His punishment for me being shitty about my size is harsh.

“Excuse me?” He growls, grabbing me by the throat.

“I was calling you old!” I say. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I don’t believe you,” he says. “I am only two years older than you.”

“I wasn’t thinking! I just was calling you old,” I say again.

“Go to the basement. Now,” he growls.

I want to keep fucking around, but I know I am at my limit with him. I nod and turn to go back into the house. When I get down to the basement, Eliza is stripped, blindfolded, and in one of the swings.

“Uh oh. What did she do?” Gunner laughs.

“She made fun of her size,” Oscar says before looking at me.

“I was…”

“No talking,” he commands. “Strip and present yourself.”

“No,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No?” he asks, stepping closer until he is nose-to-nose with me. “If you think for a second I won’t intentionally trigger you to prove a point, you’ve got another thing coming, Cassidy.”

His hand is on his belt buckle, and I am not going to chance that he means he will take his belt to my ass. He has threatened it many times, and I know he won’t hurt me, but I am not willing to go there. I probably shouldn’t have given up my safe word in the same breath I used to be a giant brat to him.

“Fine,” I say. “Only so you don’t hurt yourself whipping me.”

I step back and pull my clothes off before throwing them at his face. He smacks them down midair and points to the ground. This is the real test. Am I going to willingly submit, or fight? I want to fight, because that is the entire point of CNC. Right?

I shake my head and back up. Before I can get far, hands grab my waist from behind for long enough that Oscar can grab me by the hair and shove me down to my knees. He captures my wrists and holds them behind my head with one hand as he pulls his cock out with his other. I try to turn away, but he pries my mouth open and shoves his dick to the back of my throat withone forceful thrust. He then starts to fuck my mouth hard, deep, and fast. I don’t gag, but I can’t breathe. I feel like I am choking, and he instantly makes me panic.

“What’s wrong, Cass? Can’t breathe? Huh? You want to be a fucking brat? These are the consequences.”

He continues to fuck my throat, not letting me breathe. Stars are dancing in my vision, and everything is darkening. In a last-ditch effort to not pass out, I make a dumb decision. The second my teeth touch him, he pulls out, smacks my cheek hard enough to send fire through my face, and grabs my chin to make me look up at him. The room is so fucking quiet, but it’s probably because he quite literally just smacked me.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” I laugh breathlessly.

“You ever try to bite me again, you won’t be able to sit for a week without my handprint burned into your ass. Do you understand me?”

“Let me breathe, and that won’t happen,” I argue.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, and you’ll get to breathe,” he snaps back as he drags me up from the floor. “On the table.”

“Fuck you,” I laugh. When he grabs me, I start thrashing and fighting to get away from him. Julian helps him, and I yell at them to let go of me, but they just laugh and pin me down on the table. One of them places a bolster under my hips, and the real panic sets in when a cuff locks around my wrist.

“Wait! No! Oscar, please. No. Let go of me. Goddamn it, let go of me. You fucking son of a bitch. Don’t do…” I am shut up when Oscar grabs my bottom jaw and forces an O-ring gag into my mouth. This keeps my mouth wide open as it’s a metal ring that sits behind my teeth and wraps around my head. It allows them access to throat-fuck me and I can’t speak. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I remind myself over and over again that I’m safe. I did this to myself because I fought dirty. Restraints are placed on my wrists and ankles so that I am spread out with my ass up in the air and pussy on display.

Julian walks around to the head of the table and pulls my head up. I gag violently when he suddenly shoves to the back of my throat. “Ever throat fuck a girl to the point of throwing up?” Julian asks as he slowly fucks my mouth.

“I have. It’s great. Their throat feels so goddamn amazing when it constricts around you,” Oscar says. “Give it a try. It’s not like she can stop you anyway.”

I shake my head, but he just laughs and holds my face as he starts to fuck my throat. This angle is awful because he can push his entire cock down my throat, but also if it’s a gag reflex, that doesn’t usually come up. “Fuck, that’s good,” Julian grunts.

I can hear Eliza’s moans alongside sounds that remind me of the flogger. I try to focus on that rather than my gagging, but I can’t. It’s violent and never ending. Julian is groaning as he pushes in as deep as he can with every stroke. I can feel it rising in my throat, and my gagging turns to retching.

“Fuuuuck, this goddamn throat,” Julian growls. When it hits me, there is no stopping it. I start to throw up, and it’s forced out of my nose and around his cock as he fucks his come down my throat. He is moaning as he chokes me with his cock and only stops when his cock stops throbbing and his orgasm fades. The gag comes off my mouth, and I am coughing and gasping for air as he helps clean me and the area. He lets me lay my head down as two sets of hands rub my back and thighs. I am crying, but only because I am overwhelmed.

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