Broken Submission

Pet

So here you go, the end to yesterday's update! Thanks for your patience, I doubt it would have been nearly as good if I had tried to write it yesterday with my eyelids drooping

The Club fell silent as they entered. Bethany had been uncharacteristically subdued as she took their coats, quiet and unsure. Derek kept acting twitchy, even more on-alert and protective than usual.

Amelia--she was straddling the line between recklessness and tears. Her emotions kept spiking, and the urge to punch someone flared randomly. With a spring in her step, she strode toward the bar.

Matthew appeared. "Hey, you two," he said, glancing between them. "I didn't expect to see you guys here." He squeezed her arms and dropped a kiss on her cheek. "How are you holding up, sweetheart?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "I have no fucking clue. Is Brianna here?"

Matthew blinked, glancing at Derek as if expecting him to intervene. When he did nothing, Matthew nodded to her. "She should be over by the suspension stage."

"Thanks!" Amelia skipped away. Her ears caught the beginning of a whispered conversation between the two doms, but she ignored it.

She caught sight of Brianna's dark curls. Her steps speeding up, a grin broke across her face as the woman turned and saw her.

"Hey girl, what're you doing here?" she laughed as she pulled Amelia into a hug.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "I needed to be out of that apartment, you know? Besides," she knocked her hip against Brianna's, "I haven't seen you since our little escapade, when Matthew dragged you out of there like the hounds of hell were after you two."

Brianna whistled. "That man tore my ass up."

"And you loved every second of it," Amelia laughed.

"Pfft," Brianna shoved her. "Shut up."

Amelia hummed as she took in the current scene, a rope bunny and her domme who was currently working the loops around her body in intricate, colorful patterns.

She caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye.

"Damien?"

The boy in question was on all fours on the ground, naked except for the tiny leather shorts and harness strapped around his chest. The position exposed the tattoos that crept up his arms and blended with swirls of color into his chest. Her eyes widened when she saw the horsehair plug protruding from his ass and the bit in his mouth, the reins of which led to his dom's hand.

"I thought you hated pet play?" she exclaimed.

Damien glanced up at her briefly before focusing his eyes back on the floor, cheeks and neck flushing red.

"He does," Jack interjected. His genial face showed amusement and a sternness she would not have expected. "This is not something he's supposed to be enjoying."

"Oh." Amelia shifted. "Well, how have you guys been?" she said, hesitantly directing her question toward them both, unsure if Damian was allowed or even could answer.

Jack smiled at her. "We're good. Just working through some stuff. How about you and Derek? Where is he anyway?"

She shrugged. "I'm not his keeper," she sassed. The music switched to a song she liked, and she bounced along to the beat with her eyes closed, enjoying the irreverence of the motion.

A firm hand on her jaw made her eyes fly open to find Jack intimidatingly close, an aura of authority freezing her in place.

"I don't know what's going on between you two, little girl," he said, voice low, "but I will not be disrespected nor will I have my friend disrespected like that, you understand me?"

Amelia tried to swallow, lips white and trembling. "I--"

"Okay," Brianna interrupted. "Jack, enough. You've made your point, and she's been through a lot lately."

Jack pulled back, that aura somehow dissipating in seconds. Amelia blinked back tears, her juvenile rebellion shaken.

At that moment, Derek and Matthew arrived.

Derek's face clouded as he took in her teary appearance. "What the hell happened?"

Amelia dropped her eyes, unconsciously shifting away from Jack.

Her eyes jerked forward when she heard Derek slam his friend against the wall. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

Damien jumped to his feet and tried to get between them, still unable to speak, but trying to protect his boyfriend. When Derek pushed him out of the way, real anger sparked in Jack's eyes.

"Don't you touch him," he growled, getting in Derek's face.

Amelia ran to where Damien had fallen, having tripped over the leather reins of his harness.

He was scrabbling for the release on the bit. "Are you okay?" she asked as she tugged at the release. Finally, it opened, and he spit out the metal.

"Jack," he gasped.

"Stay here," she said, jumping to her feet and charging the two angry men. "Derek--Jack, stop!" When they paid her no mind, she tucked her head and forced herself between them like a miniature battering ram. "Stop!" she hollered. A few impacts buffeted her before the two realized what was happening.

She heard two nearly identical cries of alarm as they jumped back. Arms over her head, she sank to the floor, body rocking as she struggled for breath.

"Amelia," she heard Derek's voice, worried, as his fingertips brushed her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I'm sorry--it's my fault, not his. Jack didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault. I swear."