Making & Breaking Slave Julia 4 (Breaking Julia) by Josephine Rousseau

Author:Josephine Rousseau [Rousseau, Josephine]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-11-14T00:00:00+00:00

Four: The Past continued

I was standing in my kitchen, preparing our coffee. I was lost in my thoughts, moving on autopilot. I leaned back against the counter, and looked down, blushing when I remembered last night. I still could not believe that I did that with a cucumber. Was this my life now?

Master joined me in the kitchen, crossing over to me and pulling me into his arms. As always, he dwarfed me with his immense size. Everything about this moment only reinforced my slave status. I am small, he is large. I am naked, he is clothed. I am confused and unsure, he radiates confidence.

“My beautiful girl, I know it is a bit overwhelming at first. The best advice I can offer is surrender. You must trust me and know that I will never allow anything bad to happen to you. Stay out of your head. Give up your illusions of what you think you are. The more you fight, the harder it will be.”

I buried my face in his strong chest, fighting a sob that I did not realize was coming. He wrapped me into a strong embrace, stroking my hair.

“Shh, little one, it will be ok. You are mine and I have you now. Very soon, your only concern will be pleasing me.”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, receive his doting kiss, accept the comfort he was offering.

With every day, I felt my defenses breaking. I felt the inevitability of this. It was no longer a question of me giving up all to him. It was only a matter of when he would take me.

Master lifted me easily into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He carried me from the kitchen and into my bedroom, laying me down on my bed. I lay sprawled out, tears still swimming in my eyes as I watched Master Richard pull his shirt over his head. His chest was muscular and immense. He had the body of a soldier – strong and well-defined, with a sprinkling of hair across his pecs, then trailing in a line down his belly and disappearing behind the waistband of his trousers.

Watching me with intensity, he unfastened his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. Like his chest, his body was flawless – exactly what you would expect the perfect man to look like. His thighs were firm and sculpted, his hips narrow, his hair trimmed. It was his cock, though, that I could not draw my eyes from. It stood proud and immense from his body. He was larger than anyone I had been with before. I was so grateful I had not seen this before he took my ass, or I would never have succumbed. I could barely believe it now.

I watched as he crawled on my bed and over my body. He knelt between my open thighs and looked down on me. I was vibrating with desire and need for him.

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