Broken Submission

Dionysus

Derek laughed as his sister pushed him into the car, his blindfold slipping as his head caught the door frame. 

"What the--" he stopped as he caught sight, through the slit where the blindfold shifted, of a stunning woman in the backseat.

"You're not supposed to look!" Freya said, lunging for the blindfold.

He fended her off without a glance, too busy staring at Amelia. A slow grin spread over his face. "Hello, gorgeous."

Blush peeked through her makeup. "Hi," she whispered.

His grin widened. Her shyness was adorable. And her confidence--on the rare occasions it surfaced--that was sexy as fuck.

Derek finally spared his sister a glance. "This was your plan? Blindfold me and put me in the same car? What was next?"

Freya threw him a bad-tempered look. "None of your business."

He rolled his eyes at her rote response and decided just to ignore her in favor of the delicious morsel before him. Too bad his sister was here. Because he'd love to put his face under that skirt and--

"Move over, bozo," Freya muttered as she clambered into the car.

"Do you know where we're headed, sweetheart?" 

Amelia gave him a look like his charm would get him nowhere. He sighed and looked out the window, resigned to suffering this car ride without getting up her skirts.

At last, they pulled up to a tall building made of what appeared to be sleek black marble. Both inconspicuous and alluring, the structure caught his attention, even as he had to squint to avoid losing it in the night. In beaten silver, cursive letters formed the word Dionysus over the arched doorway.

"Where are we?" he asked, confused.

Freya grinned, stepping out of the vehicle. They followed her. When she made it to the doorway, past the line of people, she stopped and turned. "Don't you recognize our club, brother?"

He gaped after her as she disappeared into the building. Amelia took his arm, and he looked down at her, speechless.

"You've never been here?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I--she wanted to do it herself."

Amelia tugged on his arm. "Then don't you think we should go and look around?"

He finally snapped out of his shock. "You're right," he laughed. "I just--wow, and you!" He turned on her suddenly. "Were you trying to give me a heart attack or something? Because you look--" he whistled. "I'm going to have to let you max out my credit card more often."

Her eyes widened in fear. "Did I--"

He started laughing, and she smacked his arm. "That was mean!"

Derek grabbed her wrist, simultaneously wrapping an arm around her waist and yanking her close. "Was it?" he said mischievously. "Meaner than...this?" In one smooth motion, he bent and threw her over his shoulder.

She yelped, squirming desperately as she tried to pull her skirt over her ass. "Derek--" she yelped as his hand clapped down on her bare bottom. The line hooted as they passed. The bouncer nodded to Derek with a grin, stepping aside to let them through.

"Is that how you address me?" he asked, hand hovering over her bottom dangerously. 

"Sir," she whimpered plaintively, "please, these panties--"

"Hmm, yes I see," he mused, glancing at the strings that barely fit the definition. "A rather poor choice on your part."

"Derek!" she snapped, bucking.

Oh, she was asking for it.  

He shook out his hand to warm up. Then, he started laying stinging blows over her exposed backside, peppering her skin with white hot handprints. Amelia yelped and squirmed, trying to escape the funishment. Her cries might have earned his sympathy if it weren't for the heady scent of her arousal growing more potent with each slap.

"So," he said conversationally as she whimpered, "what is it you call me?"

Her hands wrung the back of his shirt, long since having abandoned attempting to cover her bottom.

"Sir," she cried as his hand caught the sensitive crease between her cheeks and her thighs. "I call you sir--I'm sorry, please--"

His hand came down again, but this time it was to soothe and massage her backside. The heat coming off her skin made him want to press more than just his hand against her--But he shook off that line of thought. More than enough time for that later.

For now, he lifted her limp body off his shoulder and set her down on a nearby velvet couch. Derek repressed a smile as she flinched at the touch of her bottom on the cushion. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as she looked up at him with big, watery eyes. 

"You alright, sweetheart?" 

She gave him a soft smile. "Yes, sir."

He leaned forward to give her a soft peck on the lips. "Good. This place is amazing, isn't it?" he asked, looking around at the inside of the club. Derek had no idea where Freya had gone, but he was enjoying the opportunity to look around the establishment without her watching him. The space of the ground floor had an open floorplan, much like his, but the overall aesthetic was darker, and there were paintings and sculptures of what looked to be classical representations of parties and revelry, goblets of wine, nude maidens dancing around forests, odd half men, half goats.

Derek looked at Amelia to find her also glancing around their surroundings. But while his feelings were those of appreciation, her face reflected her anxiety. Frowning, he cast around for a way to get her out of her head and, thus, those feelings. Derek paused as a thought occurred to him, hand moving to his pocket where something Freya had given him earlier that night laid.

"Amelia," he said, drawing her attention back to him with a low, compelling tone. "There's something I want you to do for me."

She looked up at him, eyes no longer wide and focused but pinched and distracted. Derek reached out and placed his palm on her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze to bring her into the moment. His other hand pulled a length of silver chain out of his pocket. "Will you wear my leash tonight?"

Eyes blinking, Amelia focused on him and the bright jewelry coiled in his fist. "D-Sir?" she asked, confused. He'd never asked this of her before.

Derek noticed her slipup, another indicator that she was struggling to fall into her roll. "Do you trust me?" 

She hesitated, and his heart stopped beating. Then her shoulders relaxed, and she nodded. "Yes, I do."

A smile touched his lips, and without further ado, he clipped the silver chain to the little clasp that she hadn't even noticed on her body chains.

Then he pulled back, straightening and tugging the chain as he did so, forcing her to her feet. Derek held the leash close to her collar so that there was almost no slack.

He had her full attention now.

Leaning into her space, he tugged her almost to her tiptoes. "Then keep your eyes on me, slave."