Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (21 page)

“Close. It’s there because I want it there. You’re mine while we’re here. You agreed to wear my collar and follow my orders within reason. I want a plug up your ass. I want you to know it’s there because I put it there.”

His words lit a fire inside her and she closed her eyes a second to find her equilibrium before saying, “Thank you, Sir.”

“What are you going to tell Doug?”

“I’ll tell him I’d very much like to be flogged by two people at once, Sir.”

He kissed her forehead and led her to the old monkey bars.

Doug was helping another man bind his wife upside down on the slide. He motioned and held a finger up to Isaac and Cassie as they neared, and finished helping the other couple before walking to Isaac.

“Time for this beautiful bra to go into my bag, Sweet Thing,” Isaac told her.

Cassie had seen some other woman totally nude, and had figured she’d likely end up the same. She was thankful he’d let her start out in her underwear, as so many women had come out naked right from the start.

Chains hung down from most of the monkey bar handholds, and Isaac clipped her wrist cuffs high enough she nearly had to rise on her tiptoes.

She gripped the cool chains in an effort to pretend she had some control, though she
knew
if she let go she couldn’t pull away.

He pulled a bar from his duffel bag and telescoped it out, and she closed her eyes to keep from rolling them. Of
course
Isaac would have a portable spreader bar.

Doug watched as Isaac stooped to connect her ankle cuffs, and then walked in front of her to say, “Okay little Filly. What is it you want?”

“I’d very much like to be flogged by two men.”

She looked to Isaac. “Sir? Should I use some word to show respect? I know I do with you, but…”

He smiled. “But we didn’t discuss how to address other Doms. How about you call him Mister Doug.”

Cassie looked to the other Dom and said, “I’d very much like to be flogged by two men, Mister Doug.”

Isaac double-checked the connections at her ankle cuffs, stood, and told Doug, “She prefers sting over thud, but can take a great deal of both once she’s properly warmed up. I have her stewing a little now, it shouldn’t take too long before we can have some fun with her.”

Doug nodded and looked at Cassie. “What’s your safeword?”

“
Arabesque
, Mister Doug.”

“She also says a string of the word ‘
bad
,’ occasionally, which is her way of letting me know it’s a bad pain, not a good one.”

Isaac looked at her and back to Doug. “She understands letting me know it’s a bad pain won’t stop the scene if I intend for it to be so. If she wants to stop the scene, she says
arabesque
.”

Doug was in jeans and a black t-shirt, and he looked friendly enough. His light brown hair was cut like most businessmen, and he looked like he hit the gym at least a couple of times a week.

Cassie cut her eyes to Isaac, who wasn’t in his customary dress pants, dress shirt, and tie. He wore dark jeans, a white shirt, and what looked like black hiking boots. His dark skin showed through the snug white shirt, with the outline of his nipples and ab muscles showing prominently.

“Doug is going to start flogging your back and let you get into it before I start on your front, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The first two strikes came as a one-two punch to her left and then right shoulder. Doug paused a few seconds, and then started again, but this time went in some kind of continuous loop so there was no break. Right, left, right, left, right, left…

Cassie moaned in bliss and Isaac leaned down to kiss her.

The dual sensations of the flogger, and Isaac’s commanding mouth taking over her body, directing her head, opening her lips, invading her mouth…so much going on, so much to process, and she was totally at their mercy.

She tried to put her legs together in an attempt to get some pressure on her clit, but the spreader bar wouldn’t let her and the movement only reminded her of the heavy plug in her ass.

And her empty pussy, aching to be filled.

By the time Isaac stepped back and swung the flogger, Cassie was ready for it.

Or, she thought she was, until she realized a breast flogging was completely different from one on your upper back.

Isaac alternated his technique, so sometimes both breasts were struck on the right side a while, then the left a while. Later, he might stroke them both on the outside, and then on the inside.

And sometimes? He only caught the nipples with the tips.

Doug was hitting her back much harder now, and Isaac had given him a different flogger — one packing a helluva lot more sting.

At times, Cassie actually begged them for more, or asked them to hit her harder. However, there were also times she begged for it to stop and fought her bonds in a panic. She never felt the need to say her safeword, and while the pain was somewhere between good and bad a few times, was never tempted to tell them it was a bad pain, either.

When the flogging stopped, Cassie hung from the chains, her hands still gripping the now-warm metal, but no longer as a way to try to pretend she was in control. She gripped them now because she’d needed the stability when she fought her restraints.

Isaac walked behind her and caressed her back. “Beautiful work, Doug. I’m going to blindfold her and take her back to the pool area. She’s pretty far gone now, but if you’d like a chance to talk to her I can arrange something in the morning?”

“I’m good. If she wants to talk to me, let me know. Otherwise, express my thanks for allowing me to flog her for so long, and so hard. She’s a real jewel, Isaac.”

“That she is. Thanks for helping us out.”

Cassie heard him walking away and the next thing she knew, everything was dark.

“I want you to focus on me and not everyone else. I’ll carry you, so you don’t have to walk.”

She felt him removing the spreader bar and her sandals, and then his arm went around her waist as he disconnected her wrist cuffs from the chains over her head.

He lifted her and told her to wrap her legs around his waist, which she did. Her head rested on his shoulder, his arms around her holding her, and she moaned and had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him she loved him.

Common sense told her she loved what he was doing to her, but couldn’t possibly love him yet.

Her heart, though, argued the point, and said she could.

Once he started walking, she felt his duffel hanging from his shoulder as it bounced over one of her legs. It reminded her again of how big and strong he was, and she relaxed into him, trusted he had her, and thought about the connection between his will and the plug in her ass.

With her legs separated and wrapped around Isaac’s firm body, the plug moved and shifted inside her bottom. It had faded into the background during parts of the flogging, but now screamed to make its presence known once again.

“Oh good,” he said as she could once again hear his footsteps. They must have stepped from the grass to the concrete.

“Sir?”

“I was hoping the backbend table would be free. I assume you have no problems bending backwards?”

“I don’t think so, Sir.”

He stood her up and then told her to go to her knees. She did, but went down gently as her bare feet were on concrete. However, her knees landed on something soft, and she reached down to feel another towel.

“I’m right here, Sweet Thing.” Isaac said. “The backbend table is made of metal, too, and I need to cushion it for you.” A few seconds later he lifted her in the air, turned her, and gently settled her on her feet. “Scoot back a half step, please.” Something touched the back of her thighs, and he said, “Perfect. Put your hands over your head and lean back. I’ll hold you and won’t let you fall.”

Leaning back was scary, but Isaac had her and she trusted him. She went back, and back, and back…until finally her spine was supported by an arch. He connected her hands to something below her head and then slid her g-string off.

Cassie wanted to protest, but she was also turned on by the fact he’d stripped her and she had no idea if anyone was looking at her, or if they were all so busy with what they were doing, they didn’t even notice.

She remembered some of the single guys from earlier, and wondered if they’d found partners or were still sitting around.
Watching
.

Isaac spread her legs until her feet no longer touched the ground, and attached her ankle cuffs to keep her feet spread far out with her legs straight. She could feel the concrete with her toes if she pointed her feet and stretched them down, but couldn’t rest any of her weight on them.

The arch under her back completely supported her.

She was literally doing a backbend, and she was sure her girl parts were spread wide for all to see.

Isaac ran his hands up her thighs, his palms pressing and massaging their way to her hipbones.

He kept going, and when he reached her breasts, tweaked the nipples — still hot and sore from the flogging.

She moaned and gasped, but he only twisted and pulled them more.

“Beg me to fuck you under the stars with people watching, all spread out and tied up, your tits bright red with the flogger marks still showing. No one here would ever guess you’re still new to the lifestyle and this is only the second scene you’ve felt a flogger. You look delicious, and so, utterly,
fuckable
.”

“Please, Sir. Use me, fuck me, and…Sir?”

“Yes, Sweet Thing?”

His mouth was at her ear now and she leaned her head towards where she thought his ear should be and said, “I need more pain, please Sir?”

He chuckled and she felt his fingers around her nipples again, and his voice came from above her this time. “I can certainly arrange for that.”

“I’m right here,” he said as his hands left her. “Just getting something from my bag.” Hands were on her right breast again, holding just below the nipple, and he said, “Three, two, one.”

Her nipple ignited in pain and she screamed and fought her bonds.

“Breathe through it, get on top of it so I can do the same to the other.” His voice was a sinful seduction, and she’d have done anything he asked.

His hands landed on her shoulders and she stopped fighting her restraints.

“That’s it. You wanted pain and I’m giving it to you. Ready for the next?”

Cassie took several deep breaths, but the sharp pain didn’t fade.

Still, she was off balance and needed it on both sides.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

He did the same countdown as before, and Cassie screamed again when he put whatever it was on her nipple.

Apparently, this was what it felt like to wear nipple clamps. She wasn’t a fan and wanted them off, but…having them on when she couldn’t take them off was also kind of hot. Isaac had put them there, just as he’d put the plug in her bottom. Submitting to him meant letting him do things to her body, and her accepting whatever turned him on, happy to please him. She’d talked to Cam about the interweaving of submission and pain, but the clamps and plug brought it home.

“Beg me to fuck you now, Sweet Thing. I want you to ask me to fuck your beautiful little cunt.”

“Please, Sir. Fuck me?”

Something brushed across her lips and he said, “Nope, not good enough. Open your mouth and let’s see if you can do better the next time you have an opportunity.”

She opened and accepted his cock, and was thankful he didn’t push to the back of her throat. The angle stressed the old injury to her jaw, and it was okay for the moment but might not be for long. She was considering the best way to let him know when he pulled out and leaned down.

“Is your jaw okay with this, Sweet Thing?”

“Not completely,” she admitted. “I’ll be okay for a little while, as long as you don’t try to go in any farther.”

“We’ll talk about it later, meanwhile, you need to be more convincing when you beg me to fuck you. I want to hear the most coarse words you can come up with.”

He touched her stomach as he walked around her, and then both of her legs once he was between them.

A single finger slid into her and he asked, “What do you want?”

“I want you inside of me. I want your huge cock in my wet cunt. Please, Sir, fuck me. Use me? I need you to hurt me and use me and—”

She grunted and then moaned in bliss as his cock pressed into her, spreading her open and taking her, just as she’d asked.

Her head upside down, her body contorted, she was at his mercy as he took his pleasure inside of her — her spine was arched backwards, her arms and legs stretched towards the ground, and she could only take it as he penetrated her over and over.

The angle made him scrape over her g-spot and before long she was howling, and then begging for more, and faster.

He flicked whatever was on her nipples and the extra pain catapulted her into the stratosphere until she felt as if she were tumbling through space at light speed, with no awareness of up or down as gravity ceased to have any meaning.