Breaking Julia pt 2/3 Learning Her Place

Looking for part 1? [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jjzz7x/breaking_julia_pt_1_nc_blackmail_age_gap/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jjzz7x/breaking_julia_pt_1_nc_blackmail_age_gap/)

Julia despised Brien.

He hadn’t let her go home. She made the food and got serviced until late into the night. She walked home in the sliced up ruin of her dress and collapsed on the couch in the fetal position. She didn’t know how long she lay there watching the paint dry before the door opened, and Brien walked in again.

“Who the fuck told you to leave, Julia?” He locked the door behind him. “I know no one told you to get dressed.”

“Please,” her voice was raspy from the multiple assaults on her throat. “I’m so tired.”

“Get out of that rag. Now.”

Julia was all cried out. Her eyes were red, swollen, and dejected. She rose awkwardly from the couch and just let the remnant slip off of her. She had been naked before him since this morning and now accepted the humiliation.

“Get something to wear out tomorrow,” He idly slapped her left breast. “Julia, you hear me whore?”

“Yes,” a sob.

Breaking Julia PT 1 NC/ blackmail, age Gap,

Brien threw his door shut and sprinted to the neighbor’s front door.

He pounded furiously with the edge of his fist until he heard the alarmed cry from within “Coming! I’m coming!” A second later. “Who is it?”

“It’s Brien from next door,” he said. “Your parents asked me to watch the house while they were away, and I’ve got to talk to you about something important.”

He heard a chain removed, and the door opened a sliver. Julia peeked out through the gap. Her long, brown hair was wet, and she was clutching a wet robe closed at her neck. Her eyes were wide and brown and bright. “Can this wait? I’m in the shower.”

“No,” he pushed the door open and walked past her. “This has to happen right now.” She was off-balance, and he had to keep pressing if he was going through with this.

“Okay, what?” Julia asked, puzzled, and clutching the thin robe to her wet form. “What’s wrong?”