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Chapter
4

Ashlen

I
let myself into Cris’s house using the key he had given me a few months ago. 
I wasn’t sure how this evening would go, I was still pissed at him for ditching
me last weekend.  We hadn’t talked much, every time I texted or called he
would claim he was busy; I wanted to finally pin him down.  I wanted, no,
I needed to know what was going on with us.  Devi hadn’t said anything
about the shop being any busier than normal and I was scared to ask about
Cris.  I didn’t want to come across like that, be that girl.  So I
left it, and let it fester.

I
found him sitting on the couch playing Xbox.  He glanced up at me then
back to the TV where he was trying to shoot something.  I didn’t know and
didn’t really care.

“Didn’t
know if you would be coming over tonight,” he murmured.

“I
texted and said I would be,” I told him bitingly.  “Devi and Seth took the
kids out.”

He
nodded and kept playing his game.

“Cris,
want to maybe tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s
going on, why?”

“You’ve
been ignoring me for almost a week, and that’s nothing?”

“I’ve
been working,” he said after taking a drink from his beer.

“That’s
never stopped you before.”

“It
was busier than normal.  I’ve had interviews this week.”

I
glared at him. “Cris, what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing,”
he mumbled cursing under his breath when he died on his game.

I
nodded.  “Fine maybe tonight’s a mistake, I’ll just go home.” I turned
towards to head back out the door when a hand clamped around my arm.

“I
didn’t say you could leave,” he murmured.

“Cris,
I may be submissive in the bedroom, but that does not pertain to outside
life.  I will not let you treat me like this.  If you want this to
work, if you want us, then you need to talk to me.  If you want a
plaything then go get one, but it won’t be me.  We left that place
already.”  I pulled my arm from his hold.

“I’m
sorry,” he whispered.

“Want
to tell me what’s going on?”

“Not
really,” he murmured kissing the back of my neck.

“This
isn’t how it’s going to work, Cris,” I said a sounding a little breathless,
“you’re not going to ignore me all week, then expect to fuck me.”

“Fuck
Ash, I said I’m sorry.”

“They’re
just words, Cris, without you telling me what’s going on,” I whispered.

“I
told you, I’ve been busy, had a lot on my mind,” he yelled.

I
froze, this wasn’t the Cris I knew, he didn’t yell, at least not at me.

“I’m
sorry, Ashlen.”

I
nodded but didn’t look back at him. “I’m not Ashlen right now, I’m Ash, your
girlfriend.”

“I
think I need you to be Ashlen right now,” he said quietly.

“I
am not a punching bag.”

“I
know that, I just I need to forget for a while.  I need you.”

I
stood there and thought about that, he wouldn’t hurt me, do more than I could
take.  I trusted him, he wouldn’t do anything to ruin that, but on the
other hand, I needed to trust him in more than just as a Dom.  I needed
him to trust me also.

“Cris,”
I hedged.

“What
do you want from me?” he yelled.

“I
want for you to tell me what the fuck your problem is!” I screamed back.

“My
problem is my girlfriend’s being a frigid bitch!” he shouts.

“Then
it seems to me you need a new god damn girlfriend,” I said quietly, too
quietly.

“Fuck!”
he screams. “I didn’t mean that Ash, god damn it, why can’t I do anything
right?” he yells then throws his beer across the wall where it shatters against
the wall.

I
stand stock still not sure what to expect from him.

“I
keep fucking everything up, first my shop, now with you,” he says while yanking
at his hair.  “Why for once can I not keep my shit together?”

I
blink then I walk towards him and wrap my arms around him.  “Shh,” I
whisper in his ear and rock him side to side while he holds me tightly against
him.

“Please,
Ash please let me have some control tonight, please I need it.  I won’t
hurt you, god I’d never hurt you.”

I
nod once then stand before him and watch as he takes a deep breath and lets it
out slowly.

“Ashlen,
take your clothes off then get on the wall,” he murmured behind me.

I
quickly took off and folded my clothes placing them on the coffee table, then
walked over to where he had removed the pictures.  The three pictures that
usually hung here hid the various D-rings he had installed into the wall. 
I stood there facing the wall, my breathing picking up at what we were about to
do.

I
felt a finger slide down my spine and I shivered.  “So very cooperative
tonight, Ashlen.”

I
took a deep breath.  “Yes, Sir.”

“You
want this as much as I do, don’t you?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,
Sir.”

He
licked the base of my neck and hummed. “Turn around slowly and face me.”

“Yes,
Sir,” I whispered turning around to face him.  He looked gorgeous, his
dark eyes on fire.  The tattoos that covered his body looked alive while
they strained against his body.

“Hands
up, Ashlen.”

I
placed my arms up over my head, he grabbed a wrist and encircled it with a
leather cuff then quickly did the same with a second.  He pulled a chain
from his back pocket and clicked it onto the left cuff.  I heard the chain
slide through one of the D-rings before clipping onto the other cuff.  I
sighed, I loved being restrained, the cool wall quickly heating with my body
heat.  Feeling stretched out for his taking and perusal, giving him
permission to do what we both wanted, him being in control.

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.