by Brei Betzold
"So?" he asked making a continue sign with his hand.
"Oh right, so I've never been in an actual relationship with one of my subs."
"And?"
"I don’t know how to be a boyfriend and a Dom."
"It's different how?"
"Uhm, I can’t show weakness."
He laughed. "Yeah, let that go immediately."
"I can’t, a Dom can’t show weakness to their sub. It…it demeans our ability to take care of the sub."
"Uh huh, if you say so."
"So I tell her, hey I suck because I can’t keep my business afloat so the girl who once upon a time turned down my marriage proposal is digging my ass out of the hole. Yeah, that invokes strength.
"Or maybe Ash is with you for more than your Dom abilities, and you confessing that, though not that way, would bring you closer together in both parts of your relationship?"
"When the fuck did you become Dr. Phil?"
"Eh, there isn’t much to do on a tour bus."
I snickered. "I can see that, you guys sitting around drinking beer and watching Dr. Phil."
"Nah, more Sex with Dr. Drew."
"That makes sense."
"Let's get you home, lush boy," he said clapping me on the shoulder and my head slammed down into the bar. He chuckled, "You're going to hate yourself in the morning.”
“I already hurt,” I slurred, “Ash left me.”
Chapter 9
Ash
“So Devi, why are you hanging out with us? I thought Seth leaves tomorrow for his tour,” Jules asked.
“He was supposed to, but they rescheduled shit.”
“They rescheduled the tour?” I asked gaping.
She giggled. “No, they rescheduled the meetings he had. They’re going to L.A. to meet up with their old label before going on tour, only the meeting was rescheduled. So now he’s here until Monday.”
I looked around the room at the amazing women that were hanging out with me on a Friday night eating baked goods and watching Pitch Perfect all for me.
“So Mags, how’s married life?” Jules asked.
She groaned. “It’d probably be better if he wasn’t injured, but Drake’s been a whiny bitch lately and to top it off, he’s bored, so all he wants to do is have sex.”
“Hey, no sex and Drake in the same sentence!” Devi yelled throwing a pillow at Mags. She looked over at me. “So what now?”
“Hmm?”
“So what now? Are you going to just sit around watch movies, eat cookies until you’re ass expands? Or are you going to for lack of a better term get back on the horse?”
“I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Well tomorrow is Saturday.”
“Uh huh.”
“So you and Jules need to go out, go to a club, get drunk, get laid and have some fun.”
“Hey why am I being volunteered?” Jules yelled.
I looked over and pouted at Jules. Over the past year and a half, Jules and I had become close. I knew she had some stuff going on with her ex, but she just wasn’t willing to share what that was yet.
“Sorry Ash, that’s not what I meant.”
“Well Devi and I can’t go,” grumbled Mags. “Devi’s stuck at home all weekend with Seth. Drake needs me here, and someone has to watch the kids.”
I sighed. “I’m not really in the mood to go clubbing.”
“It’s actually not a bad idea, Ash,” Jules said looking over at me.
I groaned. “Fine, which club?”
“There’s that new one that just opened up, what’s it called?”
“The only new club I’ve heard about is… Oh hell no, you’re not going there.”
“Why not?” Devi fluttered her eyelashes at me.
“Because—” I was interrupted when my cell started going off. I looked at the screen and quickly declined the call.
“Cris again?” Jules asked.
“Yep.”
“You ever going to talk to him?” asked Devi.
“Not sure yet.”
“More reason to go out. Come on, I’ve always wanted to go to a BDSM club,” Jules whined.
“Fine, we can go,” I pointed a finger at Jules, “but you do not leave my side. You don’t go off with anyone at all.”
She nodded.
“So I’ve been wondering how’d you get involved with that stuff?” Mags asked around a brownie.
“Don’t know, was just interested in it so I did some research, eventually went to a club and watched. When I was like nineteen, I did my first scene. I had a good Dom; he was patient with me and helped me through it. Never came so hard in my life, it was amazing. I just knew it was for me.”
“So it’s not something Cris got you to do?” she asked.
“No, I was into it before Cris. We actually found out about each other at a party. We’d actually been dating for a while and it came as a bit of a surprise.”
“Hold on, you’d been dating and neither knew the other was involved in that, yet you were at a party for that?” Mags asked her eyebrow quirked up.
“We weren’t exclusive or anything, but you can do a scene with a Dom or sub without sex being involved.”
“Then what’s the point?” Jules asked.
“The endorphin release, it’s an amazing high. The orgasm after all the endorphins have flooded your system is amazing, I won’t lie, but that doesn’t have to come from your Dom.”
“So what does the Dom get from this, I mean is it just being able to boss people around?” Mags asked.
“No, well not usually, they get their own high from it, as well as it just turns them on.”
“Huh,” she murmured.
“So does Cris have a dungeon stashed someplace in his house, cause I’ve been there and I don’t remember ever seeing anything?” Jules asked.
I giggled. “Not sure I should tell you about that, he’s your boss.”
“Ah come on, that’s not fair,” she whined. “I won’t say anything to him.”
I stared up at the ceiling. “His entire house is his playroom. He has things rigged all around the place. You’d just never know unless you know what you’re looking for and in some cases unless he showed you.”
“Seriously?” she asked gaping.
I nodded.
“Huh,” she mumbled.
“Okay, time for Pride and Prejudice, and not that long ass BBC version you like, Ash,” Devi declared effectively changing the conversation, which I appreciated.
Cris
I hung up my cell; I’d tried calling her and texting her last night and today and still nothing. I didn’t know how to get her to talk to me, to let me explain. I sighed and banged my head against my desk. I needed to fix this. I missed Ash. I missed her random texts throughout the day, coming home on her days off to find her in shorts a tank top dancing around my kitchen. I just missed her.
“You’re going to bruise your forehead doing that,” Devi said sitting in the chair across from me.
“When did you come in?” I mumbled against my desk.
“After the first thunk.”
“Ah.”
“You need to apologize and tell her what was going through that head of yours.”
“I would do that, if she’d answer her phone.”
“You can’t do that over the phone, you need to see her.”
“Yeah, if she won’t answer the phone, how do you expect me to see her?”
I watched as she put a card on my desk. “She’ll be there tonight, now I am going home.”
I watched her walk out the door before pulling the card towards me. My jaw clenched when I saw where she was going. There was no way in hell I was going to let her do anything while there.
Chapter 10
Ash
I was upstairs in my room holding on to the back of a chair as Jules tightened the laces on my corset. I’d already put on my short black skirt, ripped fish net stockings, with garter belt of course. I just had to get my boots on a
nd I was ready to head out.
“You look hot,” Jules murmured while tying the laces at the base of my spine.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I told her eyeing her tight white tank top so you could see the spray of stars tattooed from behind her ear down her neck and back to her shoulder. Her schoolgirl skirt and thigh high boots were going to break some hearts tonight.
“Thanks.”
I was zipping up my knee-high boots when I heard squealing coming from downstairs. I looked up at Jules. “What the hell?”
“Don’t know.”
We grabbed our bags and headed downstairs where Jaks was running around the house chasing something. When it ran passed us, I nearly had a heart attack, until I realized it was a puppy. Oh hell, and by the look on Devi’s face she was about to kill someone.
Seth reached down when it ran back and grabbed him. “What do you think?”
I looked at the cute grey puppy. “It’s cute.”
“Jaks picked him out.”
“Oh,” I said eyeing Devi who was glaring at Seth. “What’s his name?”
“Stradivarius, but I talked Jaks into calling him Strad for short.”
“Uh huh,” I said still eyeing Devi. “Well, we’re heading out.”
I grabbed Jules arm and dragged her out quickly. I didn’t want to be in the house tonight. We opened the door and found Sam standing there.
“Hey, Sam,” I said, “uhm, you might not want to go in there, Devi’s about to draw blood.”
I looked at him but he was busy staring at Jules. “Uhm, Sam?”
“Oh yeah, uhm okay, where are you two heading?”
“We’re going to a club.”
“Oh,” he said sounding deflated.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just bored. I was going to see if Seth wanted to work.”
“Well, he just sprung a puppy on Devi.”
“Okay then, I’ll check in the morning to see if I need to find a new bass player.”
“Might be a good idea.” I looked between Jules and Sam, both working really hard not to look at the other and sighed. “Why don’t you come out with us?”
“No, I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be, come on,” I said grabbing his arm and dragging him towards Jules’s car.
“We can take mine if you want, it’s got more room,” he said.
“Works for me,” I said glancing back at Jules who was steadily watching the ground.
I shook my head.
I told him where we were going and watched his eyes flick between Jules and me before nodding slowly. I sat back in the rear seat and relaxed until we arrived at the club.
We walked up and got in the line waiting outside to be ID’d and stamped. “You remember the rules?” I asked Jules.
“Yeah.”
“Rules?” Sam asked.
“Ash doesn’t want me wandering off.”
He nodded. “That’s a good idea.”
“Have you been here?” I asked him.
“Yeah, opening night with X.”
“Bet that was an interesting night.”
He ran his hands through his hair. “You have no idea.”
We were finally allowed inside and I looked around. To the untrained eye, you would see a normal dark room, loud pulsing music, and people dancing around on the dance floor. The only difference was the amount of leather, D-rings, cuffs, and collars on people. I shook my head as I watched a young guy walking around with a collar and leash hanging from his neck. It wasn’t safe to have a chain and collar hanging without someone holding the other end.
“So this is a BDSM club?” Jules yelled over the music.
I nodded.
“Huh, not that different.”
“Just don’t go upstairs,” I yelled, “unless you want an education.”
“What’s upstairs?”
“From what I was told, private and semi-private rooms.”
“Why would they…oh.” She blushed red.
Marilyn Manson’s Cake and Sodomy started playing and the place erupted in screams and the already full dance floor grew with additional bodies. I grabbed Jules hand and joined in the mass of gyrating bodies, singing with the rest of the bodies. Once it was over, the floor started to clear until the first notes of Korn’s A.D.I.D.A.S began to play, even more bodies joined the foray. Jules was looking around watching the scene while I danced, singing along about dreaming of sex.
When A.D.I.D.A.S was over the DJ switched to some techno and the floor began to clear, I grabbed Jules hand and headed to the bar. I found Sam standing there with three drinks, and I could have kissed him.
“Thanks!” I yelled.
He nodded and continued watching Jules.
Cris
I watched as she danced without a care in the world. I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her. I followed her to the bar where she was standing near Sam and Jules. I snuck up behind her and took her in, she looked beautiful.
I ran my fingers across her ass and watched as she went stiff then spun around.
“Hey Ash.”
“Cris.”
“I, uh, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”
She just looked at me.
“Uhm, I wanted to talk.”
“Uh huh.”
“Fuck it,” I murmured as I watched yet another guy watch her. I leaned down and kissed her, gently at first hoping she wouldn’t punch me in the face when I moved.
She stood there not responding then gasped and I took advantage of that and pushed my tongue through her lips, kissing her hard.
“Ashlen, we need to talk,” I told her after breaking the kiss.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
I nodded towards Sam grabbed Ash’s hand and took her upstairs where I had a private room reserved for the night.
Chapter 11
Ashlen
I knew this was stupid, that I should rip my hand away and turn to go hang out with Jules. Only I couldn’t seem to make myself do that, he’d used that voice on me and I couldn’t resist that voice. This would be closure, I told myself, one last scene before we said goodbye.
I followed him upstairs and through a hallway until we stopped at a door. He pulled out a key and unlocked it before pulling me inside. He let go of my arm then relocked the door. My brain started spinning, why did he have a private room? Was he planning on hooking up with someone else tonight, but saw me instead? Was I just the second option?
I skimmed the room there was a four poster bed that had chains hanging from the posts, a chest full of unknown items and a wall of paddles, floggers, and whips. All in all it was a very interesting room that you could have fun with. Now though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with this.
“Stop,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Stop. This isn’t what it looks like, Devi told me you’d be here tonight. I reserved the room for us, so we could talk.”
“Oh.” Only I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to know why he didn’t trust me outside a playroom.”
“Ashlen,” he said in that voice again, “strip.”
“I need help, Sir,” I said quietly turning my back to him and pulling my long blonde hair out of the way of the laces.
I heard his feet thump across the floor then felt his breath fan across my exposed neck as he reached down and pulled the bow that held my corset together. He slowly pulled the laces loose running a finger across the exposed skin. When it was loose, he helped pull it up over my head and dropped it to the floor.
“Need any more help, Ashlen?”
I swallowed. “No, Sir.”
“Then strip.”
I nodded and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to my feet. Quickly pulled my panties down and I was about to release my stockings from the garter but his hand stopped me.
“Leave those.”
I nodded again and bent over unzipping my boots and pulling them off one at a time. When I was finally fini
shed he circled me, taking me all in. I stood perfectly still as he walked away and opened the chest, he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and a spreader bar. I fought the need to shift my feet restlessly, I wanted to know what he had planned, but I knew better than to ask.
“Hands behind your back.”
I quickly put my hands behind my back. He pulled them back farther straightening my arms. He secured one of the cuffs to my upper arm, quickly doing the same with the second then latching them together. My arms were completely immobile now, with my chest bowed forward.
“Stand beside the bed, facing it.”
I did as he instructed and waited, he ran a hand from my hip, down my thigh, skimming across my calf before spreading my feet apart. Then he attached the spreader bar to one ankle, spreading my feet farther apart before attaching the straps around my other ankle. He walked around me once then walked away. I heard him walk along the wall, then take something down before his steps came towards me again.
He sat on the bed and looked up at me, “I’m going to spank you for ignoring my phone calls and text messages.” He set the black leather paddle beside him on the bed then reached over, grabbed my arm and pulled me down so my head was hanging near the floor and my ass was across his lap. He rearranged me slightly until he had me where he wanted me. I couldn’t move my arms or my legs to keep my balance—I was at his mercy.
“What are your safe words, Ashlen?”
“Mercy and halt, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured running a hand across my ass. “Why are you being punished?”
“For not answering when you called, Sir.”
“Why did you ignore me?”
“Because I was mad at you, Sir.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He sighed. “I should have told you.”
Then I heard the sound of air being displaced before a smack landed on my left ass cheek. I groaned as the pain ran through my body, it was shortly followed by another on my right ass cheek. He stopped and brushed his fingers against the skin.
“I should have told you, but you should have answered the phone so I could explain things to you.”
That was followed by a smack across both ass cheeks, he continued to rain down blows until I was moaning and wiggling as best I could to get closer. Then he stopped to rub my abused skin.