Tribal

by Brei Betzold

  He slid a finger from the hollow of my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach until he reached my pubic bone. “You ready, Ashlen?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What are your safe words?”

  “Mercy and halt.”

  “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No tingling?” he asked taking my right hand in his looking over the nail beds then doing the same with the left hand.

  “No, Sir.”

  “You are to remain quiet,” he said softly, “if you can’t then I will gag you.”

  I nodded my affirmative.

  He kissed me softly, running his tongue over my bottom lip before nipping it then stepping away. I could feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation for what was to come.

  He pulled something out of his back pocket and showed it to me. “Do you know what this is, Ashlen?”

  I nodded, I did. It was an ordinary clothespin.

  “There are so many uses for these,” he murmured looking it over.

  He walked back towards me and pulled a nipple into his mouth, slowly circling it with his tongue before sucking hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He ran his tongue back around the nipple before sucking again even harder before letting it go with a pop. He looked over his work before pinching the clothespin open and clamping it around my nipple, I gasped. I couldn’t help it, he gave me a warning look before repeating the same action on my other nipple. I was panting by the time he had the second clothespin secured.

  “You look lovely like that, Ashlen,” he said while stepping back and looking over his work before flicking one of the clothespins. My knees nearly buckled at the pain pleasure of it.

  He stepped back towards me checking my hands again. “You doing okay?” he asked quietly and I nodded.

  He stepped back smiling then dropped down to his knees and looked up at me. “No coming, Ashlen” he demanded before pushing my legs apart. His eyes locked with mine he swept his tongue against the lips of my pussy before pulling one into his mouth and sucking on it. Never breaking eye contact with me, he released it then sucked in the other one, running his tongue along it. I shivered, and he released me from his mouth and eyes. His eyes fastening on my sensitive cunt, before leaning in and sliding his tongue from clit to opening. My eyes rolled back in my head and the only thing holding me up was the hands he placed on my hips. His tongue did the same torturous treatment again and again until I wasn’t sure if I was breathing or not any longer. He ran his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth hard. I fought for control of my body. I wanted to come so badly I was shaking with it. He continued to pull and lave the sensitive nub before biting it. I couldn’t help it, I screamed and he pulled back producing a smaller clothespin.

  “Stay still, Ashlen,” he growled and I fought to obey as he slowly clipped the clothespin on my clit. He stood and took a step back looking me over. ,“You okay, Ashlen?”

  I grunted in agreement, trying to stave off the orgasm that was building. That tiny clothespin was directly on my clit, and I could feel the blood pulsing, wanting to be released.

  He stepped back towards me and unclipped my wrists from the chain, rubbing my shoulder and arms helping the blood flow come back. My arms tingled with the sudden burst of blood and I whimpered.

  “I know, Ashlen, it’ll subside in a moment,” he murmured still rubbing my arms and shoulders. A minute later, he put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. “Better?”

  I nodded.

  “Good.” Then he grabbed a wrist and pulled me towards the bedroom. “Ashlen, I want you by the bench.”

  I nodded and walked over to the modified bench at the end of his bed, and stood before it. I was looking forward to what was to come.

  “You may speak, Ashlen. Do you want a paddle or a flogger tonight?”

  “Flogger, Sir.”

  “Knees on the bench, hands in front, legs spread.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I told him and quickly took the position he wanted, kneeling on the bench. I heard him walk behind me and reach around clipping the cuffs together in front of my body. Then pulling my arms up so that he could he could link them to the chain that hung from the ceiling, connected to an O-ring that hid inside of a small box that looked like it was part of his security system. Cris had treats hidden all around his house; he said he didn’t want to be judged for the way he lived. I think he just got off turning the usual into the unusual.

  “What are your safe words, Ashlen?”

  “Mercy and halt, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured pushing my hair in front of my body then kissing my neck. I listened for the telltale sound of a flogger slicing through the air, and when I heard it, I readied my body. Only it didn’t come, the slap that sounded was against his palm. He did this over and over teasing me until finally, the first thud landed on my left side, from then on it was a steady thump of the flogger tails slapping against my skin. The soft leather leaving a small sting where it hit, over and over the thud against my skin, the pleasure radiating from the pain lulls me. I lost myself in the rhythm of it, in the burn building both on my skin and deep inside of me. Soon I was at its mercy, all I knew was the next strike, the next fix. Until finally, it was gone and I was lying on his bed, he was kneeling over me, watching me.

  “How are you, Ashlen?”

  “Good, sSir,” I slurred.

  He smiled. “Ready to remove these?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied dazed, not fully understanding what he wanted but knew I would give him anything at this moment.

  He slowly unpinned the first clothespin letting it fall while he leaned down and slowly licked my aching, pulsing nipple. Fire rushed through my body, it only increased when he released the second clothespin causing me to yell. He slowly trailed kisses down my body until he was once again between my spread legs.

  “Ready, Ashlen?” he asked quietly.

  I sobbed out a yes, I felt his fingers brush against me then he gently pinched the tiny clothespin and my world spun, fire seared me and I screamed.

  Cris

  I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head while she screamed. I gently sucked her clit, soothing the pain and adding to her pleasure. Kneeling over her, I grabbed her hips and angled her how I wanted before slowly entering her. She clenched around me and I ground my teeth. This wasn’t going to take long; we were both worked up.

  “Don’t come until I say, Ashlen,” I growled.

  She whimpered, I pulled back slowly before thrusting into her hard, over and over. I would slowly retreat from her body enjoying the way it fought me, wanted to keep me deep inside of her, before slamming back into her with enough force I had to keep a hold on her. She screamed, begged, and whimpered as I kept up pace.

  “Please, Sir,” she slurred again, and I couldn’t deny her any longer.

  “Come,” I demanded and she did. I felt her tighten around me, she screamed so loudly I was sure the neighbors would hear. I picked up my pace, thrusting into her faster and harder until I couldn’t hold off anymore. Her body was still convulsing around me when I let myself go deep inside of her. I fell to the side making sure not to put any weight on her. I kept an eye on Ash, while getting my breathing back to normal. Once I did, I looked over her nipples. They would be slightly bruised and tender. I gently turned her to her side and checked her back. Soft pink skin greeted me, I inspected the area and everything looked fine. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the lotion I kept there. I squirted some on my hands warming it up before slowly and as softly as possible rubbing it into the skin of her back, then focusing on her shoulders.

  When I was finished with that, I rolled out of bed and went to the mini fridge I kept stocked with water and pulled out two bottles. I went back to the bed and kept watch over the zoned out Ash. She loved it when I was able to push her into sub space. After about fifteen minutes, she started to
rouse, a small smile curling her lips.

  “How are you?”

  “Good,” she whispered.

  I nodded and helped her sit up against the headboard then handed her the bottle of water I had already uncapped for her. “Slow, small sips,” I warned while she finished the bottle of water slowly. Then laid her back down on her stomach, reached over and grabbed the lotion. I gently rubbed it into her abraded flesh, working out the kinks in her shoulders and checking her wrists. I kissed her temple before curling up around her.

  I kissed her lightly on the shoulder. “You staying tonight?”

  “Yeah,” she murmured sleepily.

  “Good, let me clean up then let’s get some sleep.”

  “Mmmkay,” she replied softly. I watched her another moment before climbing out of bed to take care of putting things away and turning the lights off. I was looking forward to curling up with her tonight; I had missed her the past week.

  Chapter 5

  Ash

  I woke up wrapped up in warm arms and smiled to myself. I loved waking up like this, with Cris surrounding me, making me feel safe. I looked over my shoulder to find his dark eyes watching me.

  “You okay?” he murmured

  I nodded, stretching and feeling the after effects of last night. I ached in places and my back was tender, but I loved it.

  “I’m very okay,” I whispered back, “but are you?”

  The smile he had melted and his eyes took on a haunted look then he lied to me. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said giving me a fake smile.

  I pulled from his arms and went in search of my clothing. Ignoring him calling my name as I quickly dressed.

  “Ash, what the hell is your problem?” he asked jerking on a pair of jeans.

  “I don’t like being lied to,” I told him while yanking my tennis shoes on.

  He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands then looked at me. “I didn’t lie. I just—” then he stopped and cursed.

  I nodded. “I get it. I’m good enough to play with, but not good enough to be your girlfriend. Well, next time you need to play call one of your old girls and see if they’ll be more accommodating.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” he growled.

  “It means that I will not be your plaything, Cris. I am not willing to put my entire life in jeopardy for that. If you want me, you have to want this to be real, I won’t take anything less,” I told him then stomped out the door and climbed in my car. I made it halfway home before the tears started.

  When I walked in the door, Devi looked at me once then started cursing men and their stupidity before wrapping her arms around me.

  “What did that dumb fuck do this time?” she growled.

  “Why can’t he trust me?” I sobbed into her shoulder. “Why is it that every time we start to get close he pulls away?”

  “Because that man is an asshat,” she spat. “An asshat that’s about to have my foot up his ass.”

  I took a step back and wiped my eyes. “No, I don’t want that, I never wanted us to cause problems.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, well, when one of my friends gets hurt by an ass sniffing prick, I cause problems.”

  Then she smiled at me, and I was scared by that smile. It was the smile Devi got when she had an idea that wasn’t safe for anyone involved. “Don’t worry about Cris.” Then she spun away and walked out the door.

  Seth’s head popped around the corner and whispered, “Is it safe now?”

  I giggled and nodded. “You’re such a wuss.”

  “That woman has lost her fucking mind,” he said.

  “I’ve noticed that lately,” I murmured looking at him. “Want to tell me why?”

  “Nope.”

  I nodded, I had my suspicions and if they were correct I may be one less boss here soon.

  “I’m getting to work,” I told Seth and watched him skulk away hiding from his wife.

  Cris

  I walked into the shop using the back door hoping I could sneak in without anyone noticing I was here yet. I couldn’t deal with any more shit today. I knew I was fucking things up with Ash, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I went into my office and shut the door before I sat down in the chair behind my desk and put my head in my hands. I don’t know why I lied, but we both know I did. No, things weren’t okay. I was fucking suffocating, and I had managed to fuck up the one bright spot in my life.

  I sighed running my fingers through my hair; I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know how to fix any of this, the shop was safe now thanks to Devi. I hated the fact that she had to swoop in and fix everything. I hated that I had become that weak. It didn’t matter to me that she had always planned on buying into the shop, things are different now. When we had discussed that, it was before Seth. It was before I lost the one person I thought I loved, only now I realize I never really loved her. I love her, though not in the way I thought; more as my sister. Ash, though, I love her in a very non-platonic kind of way. I just didn’t know how to open up to her. I didn’t want her to look at me and think I was weak. Needing your best friend to come in and fix your financial problems and keep your business afloat is definitely not something I wanted to talk to her about.

  I stood up, or attempted to stand up but the chair came with me pulling at the seat of my jeans. I set down the chair, banging it on the floor then stood up again. “That fucking bitch,” I muttered before yelling, “Devlin Shaye Taylor, get your fucking ass in here.”

  I watched as Devi slowly opened the door and sauntered into the room and sat down on one of the guest chairs across the desk from me.

  “You bellowed?” she asked so sweetly sugar wouldn’t have melted in her mouth.

  “What. The. Fuck?” I growled, she didn’t even bat an eyelash.

  She shrugged and looked me over. “Thought you might need some help getting your head out of your ass. Had lots of ideas on how to remedy that, but decided on gluing it to the chair, maybe when you get out of that your head will pop free.”

  “You are fucking insane,” I seethed.

  “That is a distinct possibility, but you, I know for a fact, are an idiot.”

  I growled at her again and she just kept staring at me.

  “You made her cry, Cris, and I will not fucking tolerate that,” she growled back. “I put up with a lot of your shit, but I will not sit back and watch you fucking hurt her.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “You. Are. Not. Allowed. To Speak. Only Listen.” She eyed me again. “You hurt her and I swear to god I will shove your balls so far up your ass you’ll be tasting your own cum, do you understand me?”

  I nodded, I knew better than to fuck with Devi when she was like this.

  “What I don’t understand is why you’re acting like this?” she murmured. “You two are good together. Hell, she puts up with your dumbass, you should be bowing at her feet. I do know if you don’t start trusting her, and I mean out of your bedroom and away from the whips and chains, you’ll lose her.”

  I rubbed my hand over my face. “I don’t know why I can’t.”

  She laughed at me. “And Cris, stop lying to her, to me, and most of all to yourself.”

  With that, she got up and walked out the door while my ass was still glued to the chair. “Hey, you going to help me?” I called after her.

  “Nope, I think you need a time out.” She shut the door behind her.

  I ended up having to cut my jeans then rip them to get out of the fucking chair. I am sure that crazy woman threatened my staff to keep them from helping me. Though, that didn’t stop Max from coming in and laughing his ass off when he found me. When I finally made my way into the shop for my first appointment, I was passed pissed off and was borderline homicidal. I glared at Devi but kept my mouth shut out on the floor; I didn’t want to get into a fight with her in front of clients. She just stuck her tongue out at me and continued working.

  “You are lucky I keep extra clothes here,” I growled when I walked past her,
she just laughed at me. “How is it Seth hasn’t murdered you yet?”

  “I give really good head,” she replied then ignored me.

  I went to work on my only client of the day; it was a piece we had been working on for six months, and we were nearly finished with. I lost myself in my work, filling in pieces of the sleeve I had designed. When I was tapped on the shoulder by our new shop helper, I nearly jumped.

  “Don’t do that,” I snapped at the girl.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

  I took a deep breath trying to calm my still raging temper. “What did you need?”

  “Uhm, your appointment is here.”

  I sighed. I had forgotten I had an interview today. “Tell them I’ll be there in a few.”

  “Sway, you okay if we stop for the day?”

  He nodded. “Fine with me, we’ve been at it for six hours.”

  I nodded and went to work cleaning him up then wrapping his arm. “Any problems, call me,” I told him and left him with Jules at the front desk to take care of the rest. Then I went in search of my interviewee.

  I walked around the desk into the waiting room and found Devi sitting with one of the people we were considering for a position as a body modification expert. I was still on the fence about even hiring someone for this, but we had been getting people calling the shop asking for it. It was worth looking into, Haven was highly recommended so I would talk to her and see how it went.

  “Ah Cris,” Devi said looking up smiling at me.

  “Devi,” I said curtly, still pissed off at her.

  “Stop being a baby,” she admonished. “Haven, this is the shop owner, Crispin, Crispin, this is Haven.” She stood up and patted me on the shoulder. “Be nice,” she whispered to me then flounced off to the back room.

  I stuck out my hand and Haven reached out, shaking hands I said, “Nice to meet you Haven.”

  “You too, Cris.”

  “You ready to do this?”