Hi! I wasn't planning on making a part 2 (and 3) to the Provoking Him story, but I really liked writing Matt and his submissive's dynamic, and I wanted to make another few posts about them. This is one of them! Hope you enjoy💜

Part 1

Part 3 will be published in a day or two, probably!💜

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

I wake up to something hard poking against my butt.

And when I look behind me, I see that it belongs to a very drowsy someone.

Matt is barely awake, his eyes fluttering when I poke at him with my elbow. I’m feigning annoyance at the way he’s grinding against me, but soon, I’m grinding back against him just as much.

I turn back around and snuggle back into his hold. He’s spooning me with a grip tight enough to where I can’t wriggle out without waking him, not that I want to, anyway. Not when his hot, naked body is surrounding mine in the most delicious way.

My ass still stings like crazy from the whipping I received last night. The hard planes of his stomach is grinding against the top of my ass, constantly reminding me of his punishment. Despite that, my mind is constantly thinking of new, fun ways to disobey him. His whipping has only spurred me on, and if he gives me the same treatment again, I’ll just want to disobey him even more.

How this man has any patience for me, I have no idea.

His hard erection rubs against me again, twitching slightly, urging me to rub my butt against it.

“Stay still.”

Matt’s gruff, drowsy voice startles me. His grip on me tightens as well, keeping me in place as he begins teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. Heat starts gathering in my abdomen.

But as per usual, I don’t do as he says. I start grinding against him again, then I start playing with my nipples, moaning a little.

“Shut the fuck up,” he demands again. I don’t listen, instead moaning his name into our room.

His hand suddenly slaps onto my mouth. It’s so large that his fingers are splayed across my lower jaw and just under my nose, making it difficult to breathe.

His other hand comes down onto my ass. I yelp into Matt’s hand when he slaps it hard. He groans just when I feel the head of his cock enter me. His tongue darts out above me, licking at my ear, and I involuntarily try to wriggle out of his grip to escape the torment.

“I told you to stay still,” he repeats, giving my ass another few slaps, then throwing his leg over both of mine. He pushes into me, slowly, making me feel as every thick inch enters me.

I moan into his hand and grab onto his arm. His other hand comes between my legs in front of me, drawing circles on my clit. I’m shaking when he leans down towards my ear again. “So fucking wet for me.” I hum and eagerly nod. “So fucking mine.” As if to emphasize the point, he starts thrusting into me harder.

I feel so small in his arms as he takes me, his arms and legs caging me in, his hands keeping me from speaking and driving me to orgasm. And his cock swelling deep inside me from behind. I clench around him, and he moans, his breath blowing whisps of hair into my face.

I start pulling at the hand covering my mouth. I want to come, so fucking bad, but I know he won’t let me if I don’t beg for it. And I realize he’s intentionally keeping me from asking him when he laughs at me, at my attempt to speak.

“You’re not going to come, baby,” he growls, and I deflate, whimpering.

Just at that moment, I feel Matt releasing deep inside me. His deep groans send shivers down my body, and his hands withdraw, both from my swollen clit and my mouth.

I don’t hesitate. “Sir, please, make me come,” I beg. “Please, please, please.”

He chuckles against me, then turns to lay on his back. I turn to face him, just as he speaks, “You’re not allowed to come today, no matter how pretty you sound when you beg.” I sit up and feel myself paling. “You’re going to wait, like my good fucking slut, until I get home from work.”

He sits up and leans over me. His hand comes out to grab my throat in a firm, punishing grip, and a whimper lodges in my throat. He leans down to my lips, licking them as I gasp. “If you touch yourself, and I will know if you do, you won’t like the consequences,” he growls against my mouth.

“What are…” I try to force out through my tight throat. His grip loosens just a bit, making it easier to speak. “What are you going to do to me if I do?”

His grip tightens at my question. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Who knows what I’ll do?” he mocks. “I might spank your wet little cunt.” His fingers swipe up my seam, soaking them, before he brings them into my gaping mouth. I suck at them eagerly, moaning at the taste of myself. “I might make you go outside with my dried come covering your pretty face. Maybe I’ll even fuck your tight ass against the window, so any passersby can see how much of a desperate whore you are.” He chuckles. “Or I might not do anything at all. If you’re a good girl for me, you won’t find out.”

He finally lets go of my throat and pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I eagerly gasp in air. Matt gets up, walking to the closet where I keep all my clothes. In my lust-filled fog, I can’t help but stare at his beautiful backside. And when he turns around, I get a glorious view of his semi-erect length. My mouth waters.

Then, my eyes snap to the clothes he’s laying down onto the bed. “You’re wearing this,” he explains. I go to look through the pile of clothing. He’s found a short, black skirt that barely covers my butt. It’s pleated, and honestly very gorgeous, but I could never go outside in that.

Especially not when he’s added a matching lace bodysuit, which is even more revealing. I stand to put both items on, loving the feel of the tight lace sitting flush with my body. The bodysuit’s cups push my breasts up, swelling a little over the edge, and the straps cling tightly to my shoulders.

The skirt sits at my waist, and it tickles my butt a little when I swish it around a bit. Matt gives me a satisfied smile, then grabs my butt in a firm grip from under my skirt.

I sigh contently, then look him up and down when he starts getting dressed for work.

Once he’s put on his suit, he comes to lean down to my ear. “Get on your knees.” I obey. Despite my desperate need to come, I don’t want to disobey him now, not when punishing me would make him late for work.

Matt pulls out his collar, wrapping the leather snugly around my neck, then fastens it with the key only he has. “That doesn’t come off,” he explains, and I nod. With a loving kiss to my mouth, he leaves, and immediately, my mind races, one question dominating all else.

What’s he going to do to me when I send him a video of me coming all over my favourite vibrator?

Hi, Master. I’m thinking of you x

I hit send before I lose my nerve. I haven’t built up the courage to pull my vibrator out yet, but I’m having a lot of fun teasing him.

The picture I sent is one where I’m lying down on my back on the couch. I took it from above me, showing off my cleavage and the lower half of my face, where I have my lower lip between my teeth. It’s meant to drive him crazy, and the idea of him getting hard from this, while at work, gives me butterflies in my stomach.

He’ll be in meetings all day, something I gathered by looking at his calendar. Right now, he’s speaking to some important clients, which means he’ll be seeing my picture at what’s probably the worst possible time.

I smile when the Sent bubble changes to Seen. A minute later, a message appears on my screen.

Careful, pet.

It’s a simple warning, and one I don’t plan on heeding.

I go to set up my camera on the floor, aiming upwards at an angle, and sit down on the couch. I spread my legs for the camera, so it can see right up my skirt to where my bodysuit is doing a poor job of covering my wet pussy. I also make sure to push my chest up a little and place a finger in my mouth. Then I press the shutter button with my toe.

This picture is a lot more revealing than the one I just took, and I hit send as soon as I grab my phone, adding the text, Look at how wet I am for my owner.

A minute passes, all while I stare anxiously at my phone. When I see that he’s seen the picture, my heart races at what his response could be. But then another minute passes, and another, and soon, ten minutes have passed without response.

I realize I’ve been doing nothing but stare at my phone the entire time and fall backwards against the couch with a groan. But just then, my phone dings.

Your owner will put a clothespin on your clit if you’re not careful. You’re lucky no one but me saw your little picture.

I kick my feet and squeal at his reaction. I couldn’t tell you why I do that, just that provoking him is about as fun as when he bends me over and punishes me for it. All the ideas of what he might do to me tonight crowd my thoughts, and soon, I’m touching my clit over the lace covering it.

I moan, but just then, Matt sends another text.

We’re having guests tonight, little pet.

I frown, confused.

What guests? I text back.

Alicia and Jasper. Set the table before I get home.

The knowledge that it’s Alicia and Jasper makes my heart race. They’re not only aware of our dynamic, but they’ve even taken part in it before, as Alicia is Jasper’s submissive. With the two of them coming over tonight, the possibilities are virtually endless.

Yes, Master. Do you want me to change? I text him. I assume he’ll say no, but I want to make sure.

No. he sends back, keeping it short.

I do as he ordered me to, setting the table for four. He didn’t tell me to make food, so I leave the kitchen alone for now. Then, I go into our bedroom and look for my vibrator.

I’m fucking reckless, I realize, and maybe even a little stupid, but I just know my punishment will be even better if Alicia and Jasper are involved.

I lie down on the bed, my back propped against the headboard, as I look for my toy in the bedside table.

I find my rabbit vibrator, which I push into my pussy after pulling my bodysuit to the side, making sure the other tip presses against my clit. When I turn it on, I moan loudly into our room.

It’s so terrifying, yet addicting, to touch myself to orgasm when I’m explicitly not allowed to. The vibrations travel through my entire body, and I flood the part that’s inside me as I get impossibly wet.

What will he do to me when I show him this? Will he edge me for weeks? Will he spank me until I bleed? Will he make me come in public?

“Fuck,” I moan when I think of all the possibilities. I’m fucking terrified to find out, yet the ideas I have in my head just spur me on, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

When I feel the tingles starting, I hurry to grab my phone. I prop it up on a pillow, aiming the camera to right between my legs, and hit record.

I moan loudly. “Oh, fuck, Master.” I make sure to push the vibrator in and out of me at an angle where the camera has a full view of the motion. “God, I’m so wet.” I’m panting and moaning louder than I normally would, all in an effort to make my punishment as bad as it can possibly be.

Finally, I come apart. I let out a whimper of fear and arousal when I flood the vibrator. It feels like I’m being torn apart from how powerful my climax is. Disobeying him, and taunting him with it, feels so fucking good.

Once I come down, I deflate against the headboard, exhausted. I pull out the vibrator, turn it off, and suck off the moisture coating it while moaning, all in full view of the camera.

Then, I get up out of bed, and hit send on the video. I quickly write and send, I know you said I couldn’t come, but I don’t care. If you want to punish me, maybe you should let me peg you. I’d haaaaaate that!!

He’s going to absolutely kill me. I’m taunting him so recklessly. I’d be lucky to receive a couple spankings to my pussy, and I can’t fucking wait to see what he’ll do.

I stare at my phone, heart stopping when I see that he’s seen it. But he doesn’t say anything.

I can’t tell if he’s watched the video, and it terrifies me. What if he comes home, all proud of me for following his orders, only to then see that I didn’t? Do I confess?

If he has seen the video, then he’s clearly not interested in entertaining me, instead wanting to make me squirm.

I groan as I see half an hour has passed without a response.

I walk downstairs, going to grab a quick bite to eat, but just as I enter the kitchen, I hear a noise behind me.

As I turn around to look, I feel Matt’s firm grip covering my mouth, and I see Alicia and Jasper walking behind him into the kitchen, both with terrifying expressions on their faces. Matt snakes an arm around my waist, gripping me tightly with my back against his front.

He leans down to my neck and bites it hard, making me shriek into his hand, and then he whispers into my ear, “You think it’s polite to embarrass me in front of our guests?” How the fuck did they get in here without making any sound, anyway? “To disobey your Master like a bad little girl?”

I shake my head. Alicia walks up to me, then, her strawberry blonde hair framing her face like a halo. She’s terrifyingly beautiful, and even though Jasper is her owner, the face she gives me makes her look like she wants to crush my neck beneath her boot. I shiver at that image, because I really hope she does.

“Look at how flushed she is,” she taunts, looking back at Jasper. “She’s fucking loving this, isn’t she?” I nod at her, and she laughs, practically skipping back to her own Master’s side. “I don’t know why you’d film it, anyway,” she goes on, talking like this is the most ordinary conversation in the world. “I’d just not tell him if I were you.” Jasper gives her a firm slap to her ass, and she yelps, then laughs up at him. “Pretend you didn’t hear that, Master.” He just shakes his head and smiles down at her, then turns back to me.

Jasper looks at me with an almost bored expression, like he can’t wait for me to behave properly. He rakes a hand through his onyx hair, then puts his arm around Alicia’s waist.

Matt hums, his grip around my waist tightening. “Someone is in need of a reminder of her proper place, isn’t she?” I groan. This is what I wanted when I sent the video, yet now that the moment’s arrived, I’d rather stick my hand on a burning stove. I’m so scared.

“Lucky for you,” Matt whispers into my ear, just low enough for only me to hear. I shiver from fear. “My guests will help me correct your behaviour.”

With a quick slap to my ass, he attaches a leash to my collar, then leads me to the living room, where my punishment awaits.

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