Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (48 page)

When she couldn’t reach it, he moved this bar into different horizontal brackets, just as he’d done the bar her hips were now resting over.

“Okay Sweetness, try it again and see if you can reach.”

She could easily reach it this time, but he moved it one bracket farther away before roping it in.

“You have so many people you train, you had to make it so the equipment would fit different sizes,” she noted, trying to talk about something,
anything
, to ignore the way her heart raced and her insides shook.

He didn’t acknowledge her words, but drew her to him and brought his lips to hers for one of his slow, intoxicating, kisses.

Her world spun as his kiss reminded her she was loved, cherished.

And she remembered she was supposed to be here for him.

She backed up and said, “You wanted me over the bar?”

He pulled her back in to finish the kiss, and then put his hands on her shoulders to turn her.

“Bend over and grab the bar again.”

She could reach it, but had to stretch far and lengthen her spine.

“You can let go with one hand at a time, but if you let go with both you’ll wear nipple clamps for three minutes.”

“Yes, Master.” Cassie’s insides heated and her blood rushed noisily through her ears.

He bent to secure her ankles to the base of the pipes so she couldn’t bring her legs together, and then stood in front of her with a leather strap about a foot long, with a handle. It looked like the end of a man’s dress belt.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

She was both terrified and positive. “I’m sure, Frisco. I love you, Master.”

He bent to caress her forehead with his lips. “I love you, too.”

The first strike was harder than she expected. It burned, and hurt, and she screamed and wiggled as much as possible with her feet bound to the side struts, and barely managed to keep both hands on the bar.

He moved to her other side and waited for her to calm, and her only warning the next was coming was the rush of air she heard a split second before the impact.

She came off the bar on the fourth strike, and he put the threatened nipple clamps on. She cried and begged and told him how much they hurt, but he leaned down to bring his face close to her and warned, “If you come up again before the time is up, I’ll add weights and your three minutes will start again.”

Four strikes later, he was bending to add weights. This time, she begged him to restrain her hands.

“You’ll still have to last the three minutes,” he said.

“I understand, Master, but I don’t
mean
to disobey, I just can’t stay down. Please help me!”

He put suspension cuffs on her wrists and hands, tied them to the bar, and managed another half dozen strikes of the belt before the kitchen timer dinged to let them know the three minutes were up.

He wasn’t rough when he took the clamps off, but wasn’t especially gentle, and she shrieked and whined for several long moments as the nerve endings in her nipples came screaming back to life.

He went right back to striping her ass though, without giving her time to deal with it. She was close to tears, and loving every minute of it when he stooped in front of her and said, “I’m going to fuck you soon. I need to hurt you faster and harder before I do. Do you think you can handle it?”

She wanted nothing more than to be whatever he needed. After he’d given so much of himself to Cam, she wanted to do the same for their Master.

But, she had to be honest, “I want to be what you need. I know can handle it for a few minutes, and I’ll try for longer. I love you, Master.”

“I love you, too, Sweetness.”

He caressed her arm as he walked by her, and stood with his hand on her sacrum as he prepared to hurt her.

The belt came fast and hard. Over and over and over. Cassie screamed and cried with every burning stripe, but never once asked him to stop.

When he finally threw it on the floor and jammed his cock in her, she was ready. He leaned over her, put his hands on the bar beside hers, and moved his arms in until hers were just inside his, touching.

He hadn’t been kidding about needing to fuck someone hard and fast, and if his arms hadn’t been touching her, a visual reminder this was Frisco, she’d have panicked.

The position should have taken her back to that awful night — bent over with her legs tied apart, but this was her Master fucking her from behind like a wildman, taking what he needed, branding her with his lust, his hunger, and she reveled in it. Instead of making her retreat, the violence in each thrust melted her bones until she was glad the bar under her hip held her up, kept her open and available so he could alleviate his demands with her body.

Her mind, body, and emotions catapulted into the stratosphere as she came, sobbing with pleasure in a whirlwind of colors and sounds, and she screamed her joy and ecstasy and bliss to the universe.

Frisco didn’t slow, but fucked her with a ferocious energy she’d only seen him use with Cam.

When her orgasm finally faded and she hung limp on the steel pipes, he pulled out of her, but only to come around front and duck down and rise to stand between her arms.

“I find I want more than your mouth. I need the back of your throat. Can you give me that, Cassie?”

She wasn’t sure she could until she looked up and met his eyes, and saw the raw, feral intensity in them. He truly did need it, and she needed to give it to him. She nodded, and he reached for the back of her head, gripped her hair in his hand, and lowered her mouth onto his cock.

He pushed slow the first time, testing to see how far into her throat he could manage, and then held her head and fucked her hard and fast, just as he had her pussy.

She came close to panicking, but her arms stretched out beside him were different from before, when the other bastard had been holding her bound arms behind her back as Clemente pounded into her torn ass.

Her panic this time was more about when she’d get oxygen again, and whether she could keep gagging without actually puking, though she knew from talking to Cam that Frisco didn’t really pay attention to puke; just finished up and hosed everything — and everyone — down when he finished.

Would he be so callous to her? Probably not, but she had the idea the rules had changed tonight, and she couldn’t be sure. The realization should have scared her, but she felt relief and excitement instead. She’d hated having him treat her with kid gloves.

When he finally finished, he came deep in her throat, and when he pulled out and leaned down, it was the same Frisco — the orgasm had softened his cock but hadn’t chilled him out at all.

“Gonna give you six strokes with the loopy. Hurt you bad, and then take you down the hall for Isaac to fuck. You need more cock.”

Cassie could only nod in agreement, captivated by the look in Frisco’s eyes.

The loopy hurt so much worse than she’d expected, and she was sure she’d have bruises for a month.

Frisco soothed her between strokes though, convinced her she could take the next, and even had her asking for the final two.

He half carried her to the bedroom down the hall, and knocked and waited for Isaac to say, “I’m awake” before opening the door.

“Our girl has been belted, loopied, and fucked. She needs more cock.”

“Loopied? Is that a word?”

“I just fucking used it, you knew what I fucking meant…so yeah, motherfucker, it’s a fucking word.”

Isaac chuckled. “Cam’s ankle cuff is locked to the bolt in the center of the platform bottom, did you put a cuff on our girl?”

Frisco sighed and said, “No, sorry. I’ll run get it, but I’m serious about her needing more cock.”

Isaac turned a dim light on and looked over Cassie’s bottom before saying, “Well, it looks like we’ve had breakthroughs all around today.”

It didn’t take them long to affix her ankle cuff, and then the lights were off and Isaac’s cock was at her pussy.

“You already know I can go forever,” Isaac said into her ear as he pressed into her from behind. “I won’t even consider stopping until you’ve had five orgasms.”

* * * *

Cam felt like one big bruise when he awoke the next morning, and he had to pee. Or, maybe it wasn’t morning. He was with Isaac, so there was no light and no clock. He felt around, found Cassie, and reached over her to find Isaac. “Master Isaac? Sir?”

“Yes, boy. Are you okay?”

“I need the bathroom, and maybe something to drink?”

Isaac turned a lamp on beside the bed and released the lock securing Cam’s ankle cuff to the bed’s chain.

Cam stumbled to the bathroom, sat down to pee because it was the only way in the jailbird, and then used toilet paper to dry the end well before flushing and going back. Cassie met him in the hall, but they only smiled at each other in passing.

Frisco and Isaac were both sitting up when Cam returned.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“The alarm would’ve gone off in twenty minutes to get Cassie up to go home, and since you’re riding with her…” Isaac shrugged.

“How long do we have until she has to go?” Cam asked. “Do we have time to cuddle and talk a little?”

“We do,” Cassie said as she came up behind him. “I need to be held some, too.”

She touched his back, ran her hand along a welt, and asked, “Are you okay?”

Cam turned and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m better than okay, but I heard you screaming later. Isaac said you were okay, and I wouldn’t settle until he went to check on you, but he said…he said Frisco and you were in a scene and we shouldn’t interrupt?”

“We were,” Frisco said. “Do you think the two of you can come to bed, so we can all hold each other?”

Cam and Cassie both went to Frisco, and Cassie realized Isaac might feel left out.

She moved towards him, but he said, “No, you both had a major scene with Frisco and need him to hold you. Go to him, I’m happy to watch the three of you have a snugglefest.”

Cassie went to Frisco, and let him wrap his left arm around her as Cam nestled into his right side. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her muscles molding to Frisco’s body until she couldn’t tell where she stopped and he started. She loved mornings with her men, and this one was especially sweet.

Isaac’s chuckle set her blood to pumping, and she opened her eyes as he said, “I get to play the part of Marcus today.”

The three cuddled together groaned, but Isaac asked, “Frisco, what changed with Cassie?”

Frisco hugged her tighter and said, “I don’t really want to admit that she just hit the right timing, offering herself to me when I needed to hear it, but…” he looked down at her. “It’s what happened.”

Cassie’s heart dropped. “Does this mean you won’t do it again?”

He shook his head, “No, Sweetness. Now that I’ve seen how you react, I don’t think I’ll have a problem doing it again.”

“Cam,” Isaac said, shifting everyone’s focus. “Frisco and I are in agreement you need an evening we force you to accept pleasure.”

Cam shook his head. “I have it in my contract. I don’t do vanilla.”

Isaac chuckled as he gave Cam an affectionate smile. “Luckily, I wasn’t considering anything remotely vanilla.”

Frisco rubbed Cam’s arm. “I gave you what you wanted last night, but we want you to have an orgasm this morning.”

“We’d considered letting you decide how,” Isaac said, “but with your no-vanilla statement, I’m thinking you need another good ass-fucking.”

Cam pulled away from Frisco, but Isaac caught him and pulled him into his lap. “Tell us what you want, Cameron.”

“Time to myself.”

“Did we give it to Cassie yesterday?”

Cam shook his head and Frisco said, “We care about you, and last night was intense. You can’t survive on just pain; you need a balance of pleasure to go with it.”

“Can I give you a blow-job, Cam?” Cassie didn’t know for sure what was going on, but she was in agreement Cam should get off this morning after rejecting an orgasm last night.

Frisco chuckled. “You aren’t going to refuse our girl, are you?”

He retrieved the key and unlocked Cam’s chastity device, and then surprised the whole room by going down on his slave.

Cam’s eyes grew huge and he said, “Master! No!”

Frisco didn’t stop, and Isaac said, “You’re trying to tell him what he can and can’t do?”

“It’s not… he’s never… Masters,
please
don’t do this!” He’d come in Frisco’s mouth during the weekend they’d helped him learn to handle the dark, but it’d been different. Cam had been bound, and moving in Frisco’s mouth had hurt all of the clips and clamps and weights and… but this was all pleasure. It just wasn’t
done
.

“Not a rule I’m familiar with.” Isaac looked to Cassie. “How many times have I gone down on you?”

Cassie smiled. “I’ve lost track, Master.”

Isaac looked down and said, “Actually, Sweet Thing? If you go down on Frisco, and I go down on you and we all circle around, then Cam can have my cock in his mouth.”