Broken Submission

Matthew and Brianna

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Brianna giggled as Matthew swung her around the corner of the building, pinning her to the back wall of the restaurant.

"You," he growled, "are in big trouble, little girl."

Her lips parted in mock dismay. "What did I do? Just having a little lunch with a good friend--"

Her voice stuttered when Matthew yanked down her panties.

"Matt!" she protested, gaze darting around the area.

"Hush." To elucidate his point, he stuffed the panties in her mouth.

Her eyes widened, a rim of white appearing around each iris as she tried to spit them out.

"Uh uh," he said, placing a hand over her mouth. "My turn to talk, little miss. It's your job to listen and taste yourself on those panties."

Her nose crinkled, and he shrugged. "It's not my fault you're such a hot," his voice lowered, "wet, horny little mess."

A hot blush flooded her cheeks, and she avoided his eyes. He tutted, a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. "Eyes on me," he ordered, lifting her chin with a finger. He'd removed his hand from her mouth, trusting her not to spit out the scrap of satin.

"Now," he said. "There are quite a few offenses that we have to discuss. Arguing with me, forcing your way into Amelia's room, dismissing us doms, and last but not least, kidnapping a man's sub while simultaneously disobeying a standard order from your own which is to tell me where you're going.

"So," he mused, pressing her against the wall as his fingertips drifted over her body. "What am I going to do with you?

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Brianna moaned into her panties as Matthew's fingertips glanced off her nipples, refusing to apply more pressure than a gentle brush. His other hand pinned her wrists above her head, and she found herself unable to squirm more than a few inches with her hands pinned and her knees spread by his thighs. The latter created an extremely breezy situation what with the removal of her panties.

Matthew continued to scold her, but Brianna could only focus on the fact that anyone could walk by--an employee of the restaurant could take out the trash or go on a smoke break--and see her with her legs spread and mouth gagged. Even as the humiliating image grew in her mind, more moisture gathered between her legs.

"Please," she moaned into the makeshift gag, bucking her hips in an attempt to direct his wandering fingers.

"Please?" he repeated. "No, good girls get to ask for what they want. Little girls who disobey only say please when they're begging for mercy."

The hand that he'd been using to stoke her into a frenzy stopped, and she couldn't decide whether to thank him or cry. The decision was made for her when Matthew pulled her forward off the wall and spun her around.

"Hands on the wall."

She whimpered. He couldn't mean to... A sharp slap to her backside had her lurching forward.

Brianna heard his pleased hum as she assumed the position, legs spread, back arched, hands out. She clenched when Matt flipped up the hem of her skirt, fully revealing her to the world.

"Matt--" she slurred through the gag, "you can't--"

Another jolting slap. "That gag is not for decoration. I've heard enough from you."

Another slap fell, this one unprovoked. Matthew warmed her backside with a flurry of quick slaps, leaving her weak against the wall.

"Now," he told his panting sub, "we're going to play a game."

Brianna's breath quickened. She knew the kinds of games Matthew liked to play. They never ended well for her.

Oblivious to her inner monologue, Matthew continued, "I'm going to press this," something hard and cold slipped between her folds, "against your needy little clit. And then," she jolted when the thing began to vibrate, "we're going to play. The game is--" she groaned, knowing what was coming, "either you don't come. Or you keep coming until I tell you to stop."

Brianna whimpered, already feeling the gathering of electricity in her nerves, the bundle growing tight with expectation. Matthew wouldn't stop until she was limp, sobbing, and repentant. Before meeting him, she had never known that she could be punished with pleasure.

Two straps wound around her legs, holding the device in place. Unfortunately for Brianna, this left Matthew's hands free to play with the rest of her. Brianna found herself unable to anticipate how and where she would feel him.

His fingertips would trace up her spine, only to scrape his nails against the underside of her breast. His mouth trailed across her side, doubtless leaving countless bruises behind, and only seconds later she felt the sting of his hand against her inner thigh.

He was trying out a particularly whippy branch he'd spotted nearby--leaving lines of searing, delicious sting across her backside--when she couldn't hold it back any longer.

She gave in with a sense of doom, elbows collapsing as she convulsed. Matthew's arm wrapped around her waist, and he held her tightly as she screamed into her panties.

But as Brianna began to relax, he struck. The vibrating egg between her legs started buzzing with jackhammer intensity against her sensitive bud. Even knowing what was coming, Brianna cried out, desperately trying to shake of the cruel machine.

"You lost our game," Matthew whispered into her ear, fingers slipping between her legs to manipulate the vibrator. She keened as he pressed it more firmly against her.

"You lost our game, and I have every intention of seeing your pretty little tears as you break for me."