Broken Submission

Trust

Amelia's eyes widened as the word "slave" exited his mouth. Never one to dabble in Master/Slave dynamics, she was caught off-guard by the sudden introduction. A small part of her rebelled for a moment. But then she looked into Derek's eyes, and Amelia realized, she trusted him.

Her body relaxed, leaning into his hand as Amelia focused on him and only him. Derek's face softened as he leaned forward to press his forehead softly against hers. Eyelids fluttering, Amelia tuned into the space in which they shared breath. It felt as though some force tugged at her rib cage, drawing her toward the man whose hand wrapped gently against her throat.

"Walk with me, little one," Derek murmured in her ear, nipping the outer edge as he pulled away.

"Yes, Master." Anxiously, Amelia watched as her words registered. 

Before his brain even seemed to process it, Derek's hand tightened on the chain possessively. She could see his chest puff, and a gleam began to shine in his eye. She wasn't sure if it was predatory or something deeper. Like... ownership. Unlike the fear that such a thought would typically spark, Amelia found herself instead wishing that she could be closer to him, almost as though she wished they could inhabit one space simultaneously, one skin.

Derek's hand swept down the side of her body before gripping her smarting bottom and yanking her closer. "That is the only title you will use for me tonight, understood, slave?" he growled in a voice thick with emotion and lust.

She shivered and whispered, "Yes, Master."

They began to move through the club, the chain keeping them tethered to one another. Not that it was necessary--Amelia clung to her dom's arm, needing that physical connection. Derek seemed more than happy to provide it, even as his gaze wandered over the impressive establishment. Freya had outdone herself. 

People were gathering in greater numbers now as the night crowd hit the streets. And the dynamic--there was something in the air, something of fun and meaning and--of course--lust. 

Derek breathed it in, taking in the sensations, just as Freya arrived back on the scene. 

"Enjoying yourselves?" 

Derek turned, moving carefully to avoid yanking Amelia on her leash. "Very much. This place is... incredible."

Freya's smile was laced with her pride in her establishment. "I see you've already used my gift," she said, nodding to Amelia.

Derek glanced down at his leashed sub with a proud smile of his own, fingering the chain. "The moment seemed right."

"Well, would you guys like to take in a show?" Freya asked. "Tasha's getting her sub warmed up."

Placing a finger under Amelia's chin to lift her eyes to his, Derek asked her, "Would you like that?"

Amelia froze, hating having to make a decision. But she'd learned that a shrug or a half-hearted response wouldn't fly. "Yes, Master," she said, voice soft. "I think I would enjoy watching a scene with you."

"Good girl," he said, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Freya raised an eyebrow. "You actually managed to get a straight answer. I have to beat them out of my subs."

"Oh, there have been beatings," Derek laughed, pinching Amelia's backside. "But we worked through it."

Freya snorted. "You'll have to give me some tips."

Amelia blew out her cheeks in sympathy for Maverick and Charlie. Catching the expression out of the corner of his eye, Derek raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Something you want to say, little one?" he said.

Amelia froze, eyes wide. "Ah--" her word cut off as Derek gave the chain a small yank, pulling her to her tip-toes. 

"Yes?"

"Nothing at all," she breathed, wobbling. 

Taking advantage of her distraction, Derek pressed his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue between her lips. She let out of muffled sound of surprise that turned into a moan as she melted into his mouth.

The sound of clapping broke them apart. "Alright, you two," Freya said, nose crinkled, "there are plenty of places in this joint for you to eat each other's faces that's not right in front of me."

Derek stuck his tongue out at her in a spurt of childish energy. 

Freya rolled her eyes, and Amelia giggled, thinking big brat dom energy.

"What did you say?" Derek asked, looking down at her dangerously. Freya's face settled in an expression that every sub know to fear.

"Shit."