Break

Natayla obeys every command like the perfect ballerina she’s always been. Never saying no, never griping or complaining, just doing her very best, which is right next to perfect.

“You’ve been so obedient. Done everything I asked. But, as your new boss, I can’t let you off that easy. Let me see if I have something to help you out with.” I feign concern in my tone while opening the fridge.

I yank out the biggest cucumber, which has an obscene girth, especially for such a tiny ballerina. “I think if you spit on this, you might be able to get it in. Come here, on all fours.”

She crawls like a dog to my feet. I push the cuke into her mouth and watch it stretch wide. “Lube it up, and then let me watch you fuck it. I bet you can come on this cucumber.”

Her eyes widen in surprise at my audacity, but she says nothing. Years and years of conditional training, people railing on every single thing you do, controlling you, discussing your body like it doesn’t belong to you. It can be hard on the mind. But Natayla is used to this, to looking for direction and being told exactly how to live her life. The only thing that’s changed is the master and the nature of the task. I command her to find her pleasure.

“Lay back and spread your legs,” I tell her crouching down on the imported kitchen tile.

She does as I command and I shove the cold cucumber as far as I can into her hungry cunt. She curls up toward me, her nipples dusky, begging to be sucked. But I stand and step back, cross my arms and take on a researcher’s stance. I take out my phone and snap a pic, saving it for posterity and something I can jerk off to later. She looks so vulnerable, so humiliated, so fucking sexy. I could come again from watching her.

“Fuck yourself, Taye. I’m going to eat every inch of that cucumber later and I want to taste your pussy on it.”

She begins to pump her pussy with the vegetable and looks mortified, but ripe with desire, like she might spontaneously combust on my kitchen floor. She curls to her side and plunges the natural dildo deep inside her, crying out as she fucks herself. I can imagine her greedy cunt muscles kneading the vegetable, wishing it were my cock.

“Wait, you’re missing something,” I say, rummaging around in the fridge. I settle on a smaller cucumber which I quickly grab and show her. She stops the cuke fucking, and I see a flash of fear cross her eyes.

“Don’t be daft, Sam. You’ll like this,” I tell her as I spit on the vegetable and then my finger.

I crouch down to her level, which is almost impossible with my dick standing at attention again. “Keep fucking. No one said stop!”

She resumes her frantic pumping while I spread her small cheeks and push a lubed-up finger in her ass. She cries out in a loud keen and writhes on my finger. This may be a first for her, but the way her eyes roll and her lids flutter tells me she likes it.

“Good girl,” I tell her, patting her butt cheek softly. “I’m going to push this up there to stretch it out good for you. Make room for my big dick later.” I smile at her and she’s red, overwhelming shame and desire competing for the front seat.

I push the small cuke into her asshole and she bucks back, making sounds that may as well come from a barnyard animal. I thrum the vegetable in her ass and she shivers all over, her skin pebbling in gooseflesh, her nipples puckering insanely tight.

“Come hard for me, Sam,” I tell her.

I grab the giant cucumber with my fist and drive it into her center, now coated in arousal. I pump both vegetables brutally, careful not to break them, and Sam’s cup of desire spills over. I watch in satisfaction as she falls apart at my hands, shaking, keening, her body contracting as the pulses of pleasure overtake her. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, her utter surrender to me.

And though I planned to take Katerina down by destroying her daughter, the whole mission has escaped me. Instead, I’m staring into the eyes of the one person in this world who can break me. If I wasn’t before, I’m now more than sure. I’m head over heels in love with Natayla Koslova and I want to own every single part of her, mind, body, and soul.

I leave the kitchen in its state of disarray and cradle her in my arms as I carry her to the bath.

I’m undone, and now I just want to take care of her.

“I noticed you’re wearing the bracelet,” I say, my voice husky with emotion.