Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (14 page)

“You said you owned the fitness club next door?” Cassie asked.

“I do, but I’m also a part owner over here. The man who owns the majority is a night owl and wanted a partner who could be available during the day when he prefers to sleep. He’s around during the busy times, but…” He shrugged. “We didn’t come back here to talk about business.” He sat in a straight back chair with no arms, almost as if it were here just for this purpose, and motioned for her to bend over his lap.

Suddenly self-conscious, she took an involuntary step back before she realized she was moving. He chuckled and said, “It’s okay, Sweet Thing. You say the word
arabesque
and I’ll stop. Don’t get shy on me now; you were doing so well.”

She’d come this far and wasn’t going to blow her chance. Taking a breath, she stepped to his leg but couldn’t convince her body to bend over. It just felt…wrong.

And yet, her insides vibrated with arousal, and she wanted to know what his large hand would feel like as it struck her bottom.

He put his hand on her lower back and his warmth soaked through her shirt. “This is the hardest part. Just bend over without thinking about it. We’re going to make it good.”

Her body might not be inclined to do as
she
instructed, but had no problems obeying Isaac.

The thick-piled carpet was a deep red, not quite burgundy, and her fingers practically disappeared into the rich texture.

Goose bumps chased Isaac’s hand as he smoothed her long skirt over her bottom. She’d dressed casual for the munch, in a long cotton print skirt, flat sandals, and v-neck fitted tee.

She straightened her legs, let them bend, and tried to get comfortable, but it wasn’t going to happen.

His warm hand was large enough she felt it across her entire lower ribcage. He put enough pressure behind it to be clear he was holding her down, and her already rapid heartbeat sped even faster. “Okay, Sweet Thing. I’m going to hold you down so you can’t stand, and at this angle you’ll risk falling on your head if you  reach your hands back. If you need me to stop, say your word. I’m holding you in place to keep you safe. You can fight and struggle if you want; I won’t mind a bit.”

She braced for the first strike, expecting it to hurt, but it didn’t even sting. After four or five without pain she relaxed, and he rubbed her back with his other hand and said, “Good girl. Just relax and trust me.”

His hand gradually spanked harder, and her bottom grew warm. When he stopped, she moaned in complaint, and he chuckled as he pulled her skirt up.

She’d grown bored watching Frisco take forever to warm Cam up a few times, and was thankful that most of the time he didn’t take so long. Now, feeling it for the first time, it was so much more interesting to experience than watch.

“You have beautiful legs, Sweet Thing.” He kept pulling at her skirt, and when she felt cool air hit her warm bottom she suddenly felt self-conscious again. She’d just met this guy and he was spanking her bottom in the back of a billiard club!

She’d worn panties and not a thong, but he didn’t comment on her undies, just made an approving sound and said, “Mmmmm, and a gorgeous little ass.”

With no further ado, his hand struck her bottom again, and she felt each impact so much more.

She began to squirm, and wanted him to do more than spank her, but he’d told her this was it.

In a way, she could twist and moan and act shameless without worrying he’d take things farther. Knowing things would stop here allowed her to enjoy it more because she didn’t have to worry about leading him on.

Her body certainly wanted more, but her psyche wasn’t so sure.

Isaac began to hit harder, and harder, and yet she kept holding her bottom up with her back arched, inviting him. Wanting each strike.

Her moans turned into mini-shouts, and he assured her no one would hear.

The rhythm of the strikes stopped long enough for him to pull her panties to the center of her bottom and bare her cheeks, and he started again.

God
, skin on skin. His big, massive, meaty hand struck again and again. Stinging, thudding, and shaking her to her core.

She’d watched Frisco move paddles and canes around Cam’s bottom and thighs, but Isaac’s hand was so big it struck most of her bottom with each blow.

And he wasn’t moving down to her thighs.

Her bottom was so
hot
, and he was hitting hard enough now she could feel her skin giving way, feel the muscles underneath absorbing of the impact.

And still, she wanted more.

When he finished and stood her up, she wanted to beg for more, but didn’t.

He remained seated, which put their heads at close to the same height. She gave him a bashful smile and hoped her red face could be blamed on having her head so close to the floor while over his lap.

“Did you enjoy your spanking?” His voice was a gentle caress.

She nodded but he said, “Use your words, Sweet Thing.”

Cassie suddenly felt very submissive. There’d been fleeting glimpses of it with Frisco, but with Isaac, her desire to submit was a physical thing inside of her and she had to lock her knees to keep from dropping to the ground at his feet.

“What should I call you?” she asked.

“What do you feel comfortable calling me?”

His voice simultaneously soothed and excited, and gave her the confidence to tell him the truth. “Would it be okay to call you Sir?”

He nodded and smiled. “I’d be honored if you felt I deserved the title.”

Remembering the strength Cam displayed in his submission, Cassie stood taller, lifted her chin a little, and felt the bashful grin blossom into a happy, self-confident smile. “I loved my spanking, Sir.”

He stood and pulled her into his warm embrace. Her cheek rested on his chest and her body relaxed into the security of his arms.

“Let’s go sit on the sofa so we can talk.” His deep voice articulated such casual authority, even his
suggestions
made her girl parts react as if she’d been given the most delicious order.

He pulled her into his lap and kissed her cheek. “Would you be interested in going out on a date, and then having a scene at my house afterwards? Maybe dinner and then back to my house?”

She considered it a few seconds and he said, “Peggy will vouch for me again, and I’ll give you any information you ask for. It’s important you feel safe.”

Cassie smiled. “Between Peggy saying you’d respect a safeword, and the time I’ve spent with you today — I trust you.” She took a breath and added, “I was honestly just thinking about my calendar for the next week. I don’t think I can do anything until Friday night, and after that would be the next Tuesday.”

“Well then, if you’ll give me your address, can I pick you up around seven o’clock Friday night?”

He touched her chin — not enough to hold it in place physically, but enough to let her know he wanted her to keep her head up so he could see into her eyes. “We’ll talk about my expectations during a scene while we eat, and I’d like to hear some of yours as well.” He paused and tilted his head. “If you want to keep sex out of it we can do so, but it’ll mean neither of us gets off. If you want to include an orgasm into the mix you’ll need to let me know how you’re comfortable getting me off. I won’t require sex right off the bat, but we’ll need to be clear how far both of us are comfortable going.”

She nodded, unsure of how to answer, and he gave her a reassuring smile.

“No need to tell me anything now, I just wanted you to be prepared to talk about it over dinner. Would Two-Twelve Market be okay?”

“Yes,” she finally found her voice. “Great.”

And then she had nothing else to say.

Thankfully, he changed the subject. “With those legs and that pert little ass, I’m pretty sure you regularly work out. Where do you go?”

She laughed. “Trying to drum up business?”

“No, just curious. You don’t have to tell me.”

She shook her head. “It isn’t a gym, like you’re probably thinking. I’m involved in a couple of disciplines of martial arts and I’m in the dojo a few times a week.” She shrugged. “I also take my dog on regular runs.”

They talked about Jake a little, and the challenges of owning a super-smart German Shepherd.

When Cassie felt like herself again she said, “I should go. You probably have work to do.”

“I’ll just hang out at the bar when you go. You’re welcome to stay and talk until you’re ready to drive home.”

“I’m ready, but thanks for giving me some time to come back to myself. I was almost…it was almost like I had a buzz, when you finished.”

He nodded. “Yes, Sweet Thing. Your body releases all kinds of feel-good chemicals when you get that kind of spanking.” He stood when she did and said, “I’ll walk you to your car. Come on.”

He didn’t just walk her out, he kissed her senseless before putting her into her car and watching her drive away.

Cassie looked at the time and knew Cam would likely be with Frisco now, so she’d need to wait to text him in the morning.

* * * *

Instead of running, she walked Jake around the neighborhood to clear her head and then crawled into bed with her laptop.

After reading her saved draft several times, she changed it and read it again.

Frisco,

I need to know if you’re the only one who can give me orgasms, or if it’s just a matter of finding someone to Top me.

I know the whole purpose of my getting tested was so I could play with you and Cam without a condom, so I’m letting you know I have a date this weekend, and we’ll probably be back to using condoms again next week.

As you keep telling me, you and I aren’t in a relationship, so I don’t owe you an explanation or even the information I’m going out with someone else. However, I do have a responsibility to let you know when I become sexually active with someone else. I haven’t yet, but fully intend to.

Cassie

Chapter Fourteen

Frisco awoke, fucked Cam without allowing the boy an orgasm, and cooked breakfast.

“You’ll stay hard while we eat, boy. You have permission to stroke yourself if needed, but if your cock doesn’t stand proud the entire meal, I’ll put the spike strip in your jailbird today.”

Frisco watched as Cam kept himself hard throughout breakfast, and when they finished he went to take a shower while his slave cleaned the kitchen.

The boy reported to him once his morning chores were finished — still rock hard, as ordered.

Frisco settled on his bed, grabbed his laptop, and opened it as he casually told Cam to “Stroke yourself close to an orgasm, but don’t let yourself come.”

The boy would be in orgasm denial until Friday evening, when he’d be forced to have an orgasm every waking hour until he couldn’t manage another. Frisco would start it late enough there would only be five orgasms Friday evening, and they’d see how long he could last Saturday.

Cam wasn’t a stranger to this training, and knew the faster he came the less sore he’d be, but by Saturday afternoon he’d likely be an exhausted mess, his cock raw from so much stroking. They’d start with twenty-five days of chastity, and every hour he could manage an orgasm would be one day subtracted from the length of time he’d be denied. His record was eleven orgasms, which had meant fourteen days of orgasm denial.

For now, Cam didn’t know when he’d be allowed another orgasm, and had no idea Friday evening would begin another orgasm marathon training period.

Frisco opened Cassie’s email first, and his heart fell to his feet as he read. He went over it several times, as if the contents would change if he read it again. They didn’t, and he closed his laptop without looking at any of his other mail.

He glanced at the clock, saw they had some time before Cam needed to get ready for class, and said, “Get the mirror.”

Cam’s face showed a few short seconds of his displeasure, but he quickly schooled his face and walked to the armoire without arguing. He retrieved the large hand mirror with the three-and-a-half-inch circle drawn in the middle with a permanent marker, and Frisco motioned for him to put it on the floor but didn’t give instructions. Cam knew what to do, and he dropped to his knees and started stroking.

“You have ten minutes,” Frisco told him as he started the timer on his phone. It generally took Cam between five and fifteen minutes to fill the circle — Frisco wasn’t giving him an impossible time limit.

Frisco turned his cellphone so they could both see the face as the time counted down, and sat back to watch.

When the boy had some precum built up he leaned forward and used one arm to prop himself as he rubbed his cock on the mirror with the other hand. He’d have to mark the entire circle with precum before time was up or he’d be in trouble.

This assignment forced Cam to edge himself close to orgasm over and over, and he was almost never allowed release when tasked with this exercise.