Brei Betzold - Tribal

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. 

Ash

I woke up straddling Cris as he was slowly pressing into me.  I had no idea how he got me into this position, but I was enjoying it too much to ask.  I moaned quietly as I felt him stretching me, and pushed back against him taking him farther.

“Mmm you’re awake, I never thought you’d wake up,” he murmured kissing my neck.

I pushed up against his chest still half-asleep and felt the rest of him slip inside me.  “Oh god,” I groaned as I sat astride him.  He felt amazing inside me.  I noticed that we were in his bed in his house.  I didn’t remember much after he fucked me into oblivion last night.  I shrugged it off and pressed more firmly against him, my clit rubbing against him.

“Feel good, Ash?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Then ride me.”

I took that as a challenge and began to slowly rise then slammed my body back down against his, we both groaned.  I continued rising slowly only to force him back inside of me quickly.  We were both panting when he pulled me off him, tossing me on my stomach.  He climbed behind me and jerked me up so my ass was in the air and my shoulders were against the bed.  He thrust into me hard his hips pressing against my still sore ass, and I grunted against the onslaught of sensation.

He didn’t stop to let me get used to the new position but instead went to work fucking me.  Both of us grunting, groaning, and searching for our release.  It was hard, fast, and messy the perfect way to wake up in the morning.  I felt myself flutter around him and he increased his pace until my face was buried in the mattress as I screamed his name.  He continued to pound into me, then grunted shoving himself in deep and staying there.

He finally pulled out and flopped on the bed beside me, while I straightened out my body feeling new aches and pains.  We both laid there quietly trying to get our breathing back in control.  Finally, I rolled over and went in search of my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk and I’d prefer doing that with clothes on.”

“Oh okay,” he muttered.  “You still have some pajama pants and stuff in your drawer.”

I nodded and went to pull them out of the drawer Cris had cleaned out for me months ago; it was just easier to leave clothes here.  I pulled on a pair of warm pajama pants and a tank top then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.  After I was through, I headed to the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast.  I knew I was stalling, but I was trying to process everything that had happened last night and this morning.

“You okay?” Cris asked as he padded into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans.  It was truly unfair that he looked this damn good early in the morning.

“Ash?”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m okay,” I said forcing myself to stop staring at his hard chest and defined abdomen.

He smirked and ran a hand down his chest, lightly scratching his stomach.  “What do you want to do today?”

“We need to talk but I thought we could do that over breakfast.”

“Need help?”

“No, thank you.”

I watched as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.  I went to work making us a simple breakfast.  While I was cooking I tried to organize my thoughts, figure out where I stood on his revelation last night.  I never thought about the lines of Dom and boyfriend crossing, but I could see now how they might.  I had some of the same concerns being his sub and being in a relationship with him.  That he would see me being his sub in the bedroom as being a sub in real life.  While I may try to avoid confrontation, I wasn’t willing to be a twenty-four/seven sub either.