Tribal

Tribal

My
Misery Muse

Novella

By
Brei Betzold

Tribal

A My Misery Muse Novella

Copyright © 2013 by Brei Betzold

Published September 24, 2013

Publisher Brei Betzold

This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations,
and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously.

All rights reserved. This edition is copy
written by Brei Betzold and any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used
in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author,
except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. January 2013.

Edited by Tanya Keetch

Cover Design by Okay Creations

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Dedication

For my readers, without you this wouldn’t be
possible.

Prologue

Ash

I
stood outside in the mild Texas winter watching Jaks run around the backyard
while holding Cait.  I knew the other girls were in the kitchen finishing
up lunch, but I was on kid
duty until Seth came
back.  Then I would go help, the sooner this was finished the sooner I
could head out for my own evening. I looked around for Seth but still didn’t
see him.  The guys from the shop were sitting around the table drinking
beers.  Finally Seth showed up and I handed him Cait and took off quickly
for the kitchen before I was detained by someone else.

I
walked into the kitchen to find Mags and Devi finishing up on the food that
hadn’t been catered in.  I jumped in, I really wanted to get out of here.

“So
how does it feel to be a married woman?” I asked Mags.

“Weird.”

Devi
laughed and we razzed Mags over her impromptu wedding.  I didn’t even
notice Cris had walked into the kitchen until I felt his fingers slide across
my ass.  I went beet red and covertly glanced around hoping no one
noticed.  Cris and I had been dating or whatever we were doing for seven
months now.  We weren’t telling anyone yet, the relationship put us in a
weird place.  Me working for Devi and Devi working for Cris, it was just
strange.  Until we figured out what we were, I wasn’t interested in the
drama it could potentially cause.

I grabbed a
stack of wicker plates and headed towards the dining room.  It was decided
we would just have lunch buffet style with the food in there, people could eat
where they wanted.  Cris and I had plans after lunch, while I was happy
for Mags and Drake getting married, I would prefer to have spent the day alone
with him.  Though Devi had given me off the rest of the day after lunch
and tomorrow.  But I could work with the fact that Devi had given me the
rest of the afternoon after lunch and tomorrow off.

Finally
after all the food was laid out, I went to corral Jaks so I could get him a
plate before everyone else showed up.

Cris

I
watched Ash nearly run out of the kitchen and smirked.  I watched Mags and
Devi walk out giving me a strange look, then I went out back in search of the
guys.  I found them on the back deck and sat down beside Max and listened
to them bitch about clients.

“Max,
how’d that tat with the girl go last night?”  I asked.

He
grimaced.  “I tried talking her out of it.”

I
threw my head back and laughed.  “No go?”

He
shook his head.  “No, and of course once it was finished she was already
regretting it.”

“Regretting
what?” Seth asked sitting down.

“Eh
some chick wanted her boyfriend’s name on her inside thigh,” he snorted. 
“As soon as it was done they were arguing.”

“Kiss
of death,” I said.

“That
it is.”

Crack!

“What
the fuck?” Seth barked before jumping up and running inside.  We were on
his heels.

I
had to do a double take when I walked into the kitchen—Devi screaming, X
bleeding on the floor, Cin crying and Eli pissed off.  I shook my head at
the scene and went in search of the food.  They could deal with their own
shit.

Chapter
1

Ashlen

I
watched as he rounded the bed to my other arm, gently taking it, running his
fingers slowly over my skin before pulling it where he wanted it.  I
watched as he oh so carefully pulled the cuff around my wrist, rubbing his
thumb across the sensitive skin, before finally buckling the unforgiving
leather.  I swallowed back a moan.  I knew what was coming next, and
I knew he would tease me with it until I was begging.  I would beg for him
eventually; I always ended up begging.

He
walked to the end of the bed and ran a finger from my knee to my ankle then
slowly back again, I groaned at the sensations it left.  Quick as a viper,
he grabbed my ankle stretching it out and securing it with the third cuff, then
grabbed the other leg and had it cuffed just as quickly.  So there I lay,
stretched out across his bed unable to hide a thing from his slow sweeping
gaze, unable to move more than my fingers and toes.  I knew he would never
hurt me, but it was still a heady feeling to know that I had no control over
the situation and he could do with me what he wanted.

He
ran a finger from my ankle up my leg, ghosting it across my skin causing me to
break out in goose bumps.  He stopped so close to the place I wanted him
and looked up at my face giving me a wicked grin.   Then continued
running his finger up my side across my breast circling but never touching my
nipple before moving on, stopping to run the back of his fingers across my
neck.  I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped causing him to chuckle
quietly before resuming his slow sensuous path up to my bottom lip where he
gently rubbed back and forth with his thumb.

I
parted my lips and felt his thumb brush against my tongue, and I couldn’t
resist on his next pass to swipe my tongue across his finger just for a taste
of his skin.  He removed his thumb from my mouth and glared down at me;
clicked his tongue and shook his head.  I knew I would pay for that
transgression and I knew I would love every minute of it.

He
walked back to his chest of toys and started rifling through it for what he
needed then turned back around and looked at me; he smirked then turned back
around grabbing what he wanted.  I closed my eyes, I couldn’t continue to
watch him looking at items he planned to use to tease me to distraction with,
knowing he wouldn’t let me cum until he was ready.

I
felt his fingers brush against my lips and I parted them. He used his thumb and
forefinger against my jaw to force it open further, and then positioned a ball
gag in place.  He placed a hand on the back of my neck and I raised my
head so he could strap it in place.  I ran my tongue against the ball in
my mouth, wetting it, feeling the smooth surface and whimpered.  I opened
my eyes to look at him and saw him looking down at me with lust in his eyes,
and I felt my pussy clench.  He smirked knowing exactly what he was doing
to me. Then he reached down putting the blindfold over my eyes and securing it
in place.  He reached over and placed an item in my hand; I knew what it
was. It was a riding crop, the one he always used when he took speech away from
me. I also knew that all I had to do to stop everything that was happening was
let go of it, and he would halt everything.

I
gasped when I felt something brush against my skin, then I heard footsteps and
knew he was walking away.  I heard the clank of his belt the soft
zzzzzr
sound of his zipper and whimpered around the gag.  The thump of his shoes
hitting the floor caused a tremor to run down my spine that sound shortly
followed by clothes hitting the ground.  I knew my senses were on
overdrive now that I couldn’t see him, and I knew it would make all of this
that much sweeter.  The whispering sound of fabric indicated his shirt was
now off as well and I could picture him standing there slowly stroking his
large cock watching me, knowing he was driving me mad with anticipation.

I
heard footsteps again this time coming closer and I couldn’t wait for what he
had planned.  I didn’t have to wait long. I felt something tickle my nose
and jerked my hands to move it away, only I couldn’t.  I heard a deep
chuckle; I knew he was enjoying this, toying with me.  The tickling
sensation moved down my cheek across my throat to my chest where it paused,
then oh so slowly to the underside of my breast.  I whimpered wanting
more, more touch, more sensation, more him.  He slowly ran the soft
tickling item around my breast over and over, my nipple beading tighter until
it was almost painful. When he had almost reached it, he stopped and switched
to the other breast starting all over again.

I
gasped when he reached down pinching my nipple hard.  I cried out when he
increased the pressure, all at the same time teasing the other breast with the
distracting tickling sensation.  All at once, it all stopped and I mewled
around the gag wanting it to return, wanting the sensations back.  I
clutched the handle of the crop in my hand, digging my nails into the leather
waiting for him to do something, anything.

I
felt the tickling sensation again at the bottom of my feet and my back arched
as much as it could with my bindings.  It continued up and around my
ankle, slowly gliding over my calf to the back of my knee and I moaned loudly. 
He continued teasing me on my outer thigh then across my stomach to my ribs,
where he slowly ran the object up to my arm.  I was writhing on the bed
with the soft slow sensations, everything was tingling and my pussy was
fluttering, wanting to be filled, fucked as only he could.

Everything
stopped and I heard his feet slowly padding across the floor away from the bed,
I whined at the sense of loss I felt.  I could feel the rough sensation of
fabric against my back as I tried to follow his footsteps, my skin was oh so
sensitive by the light play.  I heard him walking back towards me and the
bed dipped as he climbed beside me, I could smell his musky scent and tried to
press my thighs together but the binds held strong.

Heat
encompassed my nipple and I screamed behind the gag as he bit down on the
nipple and I could feel my liquids trickle down the crack of my ass.  He
released it just as quickly as he had started and I whined a high pitiful whine
not wanting him to stop.  He ran his hands up my throat calming me,
letting me know he was still there with me.  The back of his hands slid
down my throat between my breasts over my stomach towards the place where my
body needed his touch, his attention the most.  He brushed his hand across
me and my back arched, my toes curled and I couldn’t breathe.  He ran a
finger slowly over my slit and made a low sound in the back of his throat when
he felt just how wet I was for him.

I
felt his warm breath on my ear just—just breathing in and out and my eyes
rolled back in my head.  His hand continued the barely there touch over my
slit, just putting enough pressure to let me know it was there.  He sucked
my earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently; I moaned out my pleasure and he
released it after a gentle suck.

“I’m
going to fuck you now,” he whispered. “Would you like that?”

I
nodded my head, wanting nothing more than to feel him buried as deep as
possible inside me.

“I’m
going to fuck you so hard, so deep, but you’re not to cum until I tell you to,
are you, Ashlen?”

I
shook my head.  I knew I wasn’t allowed to orgasm until he said, but I
needed the reminder at that point.

He
took his hands off me and I felt the bed move, then the telltale sound of a condom
wrapper being ripped open.  I shuddered in anticipation; I wanted his long
hard cock in me desperately.  The bed dipped again and I felt his heat
covering me. Then he nuzzled into my neck—licking, sucking, biting; I could
only moan around the ball in my mouth.  Then with a quick motion he was
balls deep, my body convulsed but I held back the orgasm—barely.  Just as
swiftly, he had pulled out and thrust harder into me, it was almost painful and
I loved it.  I wanted to run my hands down his back, scratch him, pull him
closer but I couldn’t move, all I could do is lay there and let him do as he
pleased.

He
continued to thrust in and out of me with such force that if I wasn’t bound I
would have been sliding up the bed.  He murmured a reminder to me yet again
that I wasn’t allowed to cum, but I wanted to.  It was right there waiting
on his command, my walls kept gripping him, not wanting him to leave my body
and yet he continued to drive into me roughly.  I moaned, whimpered, and
would have begged if I could have and yet he continued to plunge in to me so
deliciously hard and fast.

I
don’t know how long he fucked me, keeping me so close to an orgasm that I knew
would be earth shattering.  I kept fighting to keep from coming, holding
it back for his command; I desperately needed that command.  When he
finally whispered
come
against my ear, I exploded around him, my body
convulsed, I screamed and he continued to fuck me.  There were spots
behind my eyes and I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity of my
orgasm.  I finally heard him groan and shudder with the force of his own
orgasm.

Cris

We
lay together through the aftershocks. I kept touching and kissing her softly
helping her comedown.  Finally, I slowly pulled out of her body and stood,
quickly taking care of the condom then gently removing the ball gag and
blindfold.  She worked her jaw while I went to uncuff her from the
bed.  I lay down beside her and eased her to her back so I could rub her
arms and legs, helping ease any of the discomfort from being bound.  I
trailed kisses down her spine, just letting her know I was there with
her.  She moaned and I ran my tongue back up her spine and watched her
shudder.

I
moved all of her glorious long gold hair out of the way and kissed up her neck
until I reached the hollow behind her ear and sucked.  She groaned and dug
her fingers into the pillow.

“You
sure you don’t want to move in with me, Ash?”  I watched her hazel eyes
narrow, her soft features pinch.  I ran my hand through her sweaty blonde
hair hoping but knowing I wouldn’t be getting the answer I wanted.