Broken Submission

Pleasure and Pain

Amelia panted, the sound heavy and wet with tears. Her body was a confused mess of sensation--the sting of impact from Derek's devilish paddle, the stiff straps digging into her arms and legs, and, of course, the burning agony of the root buried deep in her backside.

Derek took his time, laying strategic blows over her ass and thighs, never falling into a pattern where she could predict the next strike.

She was on fire.

"Please--" she begged, voice a hoarse whine.

Her toes curled as the next blow pushed her nearly off the table, only the restraints holding her in place.

"What's that?" Derek asked. "Are you ready to give in and tell me where you heard that song?"

Breath hissed through her teeth as she bucked. Despite the torture she was experiencing, defiance shot through her, and before she could rethink it, Amelia laughed and spit, "Your mother."

The crowd gasped, and she heard a couple muffled laughs before she slumped back onto the table, burst of energy expended.

***

Derek gaped, his dumbstruck expression thankfully not in her line of sight. As shocked as he was by this attitude, Derek couldn't help the flicker of delight that rose inside him.

But still, they were in a new club, and he couldn't have them thinking that he couldn't handle his own sub. Looking over Amelia's near purple ass, Derek admitted to himself that he'd beaten the hell out of her, and it hadn't made a difference. He was a little stunned honestly that she hadn't broken within a few minutes of the ginger plug.

If pain didn't work, there was always another option.

Derek put his hand on her limp back, massaging her backside with the other. Moving gently, he pulled the ginger from her back entrance and undid the restraints, stretching and rubbing her joints as he pulled them out of their cramped positions. Her little moans and sighs almost broke his resolve, making his want to just pick her up and take her to a back room.

She didn't fight him as he repositioned her on her back. Amelia stirred though, eyes becoming more alert as he cuffed a spreader bar around her ankles and hooked the bar to the ceiling.

Amelia tried to push herself upright. "Master--"

Derek pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her words. "I don't think I've ever truly shown you what happens to sassy little girls," he murmured against her lips.

He pushed backwards. "But you're going to find out."

Derek grabbed a few things out of his bag. When he turned back around, Derek had to take a second to appreciate her beauty, spread and warmed by his hand, waiting for his discipline. Amelia craned her neck to look at him, anxiously searching his hands to see what was in store for her.

Fingers brushing reassuringly down her neck, Derek slipped a blindfold over her eyes. He pulled away, only to reappear between her thighs. Amelia shivered as he traced a finger through her folds, slipping in her wetness. Something pressed firmly between her legs, what felt like straps winding around her legs so that the object remained when he pulled back.

Amelia jolted as the thing started the vibrate, her lips parting as she arched into the sensation. Everything that had led up to this moment just served to make her more sensitive.

"Oh," she gasped, hips rocking. She was going to come already--But she had to get permission. "Please, Master--"

"Come as many times as you like," Derek's voice reassured her.

Before she could contemplate the worrisome nature of that statement, her orgasm hit her hard and fast, a keening noise coming from her throat as she shook on the table. Her clit throbbed, continuously stimulated by the vibe.

As she lost herself in her orgasm, Derek reconfigured the apparatus. As soon as she came back to herself enough to handle it, Derek slipped her head off the table. The blood rushed to her head, and Amelia inhaled in surprise as her lips were split by the insertion of his dick.

She choked for a second before getting a handle on the awkward position, suckling him gently. The vibrator continued to build the tension between her thighs, and Amelia began to enjoy herself, lulled by the slow, easy pace he was setting.

A second orgasm hit her, and she shuddered as the sensations doubled in her sensitized clit.

Then a third. Nerves started to build as she rode out the third wave, the feeling starting to become painful.

Amelia wiggled on the table, trying to reposition the device off her clit. At that moment, Derek did something, and the vibrator started to move faster.

Amelia cried out, the sound muffled by the member in her mouth.

"So," she heard Derek say over her whimpers. "Either you tell me the name of the person you heard that song from or you keep coming until I do."

Amelia's chest froze. Derek possessed remarkable self-control, able to go hours.

"I'm a fair person," he continued, "just raise a finger, and I'll be all ears."

Amelia moaned in fear as the pressure started to build between her legs again. Steeling herself, she sucked him in deeper, the tip of his shaft striking the back of her throat. She worked against the clock as she trembled on the edge of yet another orgasm.

Soon though, it became to much. Amelia keened around his cock as her body tensed so hard her back cramped.

The vibrations came even harder.

Amelia barely had time to recover before the extra strength sent her over the edge. Tears streamed out the corner of her eyes, only to be soaked up by the now sodden blindfold.

She panted, sucking in air around the cock in her mouth. The idea of making him come was far in the back of her mind as she focused all her effort of pushing back against her own orgasm.

But she failed.

Again and again.

Until finally, she lifted a trembling finger.

Instantly the dick in her mouth retreated, her mouth filled now only with sobbing breath. The pressure between her legs did not abate.

"M-Maverick," she stuttered, shaking from head to toe. "Please--please--" A thin scream escaped her as her body convulsed. She tossed her head from side to side. "M-master," she sobbed.

The vibrations stopped, and her sobs turned into those of relief. Limp and spent, Amelia didn't move a muscle as Derek made quick word of the various apparatuses and pulled her into his arms. He carried her across the space to a private room, whispering praise in her ear as she floated, the warm press of his chest her only tether to the world.