“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?”