Tribal (6 page)

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
and 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 finished 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.

“So
nice and pink,” he murmured.  “I’ve never been in this position before,
where I was both a Dom and a boyfriend, I wasn’t sure how to react.  If
I’m your Dom then I’m not supposed to show you my weaknesses, because if I did
how would you trust me to take care of you?  As your boyfriend though I
need to be able to tell you things, things that I wouldn’t tell a sub.”

He
began again, until I couldn’t differentiate one hit from the next.  I only
knew that I didn’t want him to stop—ever.  I floated away to a place where
only the next strike of the paddle mattered.  When he continued down to my
thighs I moaned, screamed, pleaded for the next.  I was lost in a sea of
endorphins and pleasure.

Cris

I
removed the restraints from Ashlen’s arms and legs and gently laid her on the
bed.  She was so lost in herself she didn’t even notice.  Her eyes
were glazed over.  She was panting, still begging for more, and she was
glorious.  I didn’t want to give this up, seeing her like this was
amazing, so lost in her own bliss.

I
climbed in the bed beside her and kissed her hard, she responded immediately
kissing me back.  I broke the kiss and skimmed my nose down her
neck.  I licked between her breasts before biting the sensitive skin on
the bottom of her breast leaving a mark.  She moaned and arched her back
still lost.  I ran my tongue up to her nipple and flicked it, she screamed
and I smiled.  I continued to torment her with small flicks, licks, and
bites until I was sure she’d go mad with wanting me inside her body.  I’d
driven myself crazy, with the slow torment.

“What
do you want, Ashlen?”

“You,
Sir,” she groaned.

I
kissed down her belly to her hip, where I sucked a mark onto her skin.  I
wanted her thoroughly marked tomorrow.  I knew she would be pissed at me
for this tomorrow, but my hope was that she wouldn’t be able to look in the
mirror without thinking about me.  I trailed kisses to the other hip
leaving a matching mark, then to her inner thighs where I bit down.  I
continued marking her skin, sucking and biting.  When I sat up, I smiled
proudly at the sight of her, her breasts, nipples, stomach, neck, everywhere
was marked with bite marks, whisker burns and bruises.

I
finally spread her thighs and nestled my body between them, aligning us perfectly
so that with one thrust I would be inside her.

“You
know I love you, don’t you, Ashlen?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

“And
that you’re mine?”

“Yes,
Sir,” she moaned.

I
pushed inside her body, tucking my face into her neck and smelling her sweet intoxicating
scent.  I slowly rolled my hips before withdrawing, just to enter her
again slowly.  I kept my pace slow, regardless of how she tried to force
me to go faster.  I wanted to enjoy this, take my time.

She
tried to buck her hips so it was harder.  “Who’s in charge, Ashlen?”

She
pouted.  “You are, Sir.”

I
kissed her, nipped her bottom lip and continued to fuck her slowly.  I
could feel her muscles tightening around me and I fought off my own
release.  I knew she was close, but I wasn’t going to let her have the
orgasm she craved yet.

After
what felt like eternity, I whispered, “come,” in her ear.  She screamed
and clenched around me so hard that I thought she was going to break me. 
I picked up my speed and thrust into her harder, the feeling of tingling in my
spine increased and I let myself go.  The power of my orgasm nearly caused
me to black out, but I continued working her through her own release. 
Finally, when she stopped spasming around me, I rolled over dragging her across
my chest and kissing her hair.

“I
really do love you, Ash.”

“I
love you too, Cris,” she murmured then I felt her breath even out.  I’d
let her sleep for a few minutes before I woke her up to give her water and to
take care of her red ass.