Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (42 page)

“No, I don’t imagine you do, but you may change your mind.”

Instead of scaring him, as Frisco probably intended, the statement only made Cam want to bend over and be fucked right now. Immediately. With no stretching, and not an ounce of gentle.

Frisco turned back to the sink, finished rinsing, put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, and proceeded to wipe everything down. He stopped wiping the table and established eye contact with Cam before saying, “How long has it been since I last tried to fist you?”

At this, Cam’s stomach jumped into his mouth and his legs went weak. “Months, Master.”

“We’re going to try it now, before Cassie arrives. Whether I manage it or not, we’ll likely repeat the exercise with her hand, later.”

Cam’s voice wouldn’t work so he merely nodded.

Frisco walked the rag to the sink, rinsed it, took his time positioning it to dry, washed his hands, and wiped them on another towel before walking back. Cam was sure Frisco was moving slow to draw things out, so he closed his eyes and reminded himself he was slave and the timing wasn’t up to him.

Frisco caressed Cam’s cheek, and as their eyes met there was no doubt in Cam’s mind Frisco was looking forward to this and was excited about the prospect of hurting him.

Cam wavered between anticipation of pleasing his master, and fear of the pain he was about to endure.

“Part of me wants to beg for mercy, Sir, but I promised Isaac I wanted the end result as much as him, and we may not get there as fast if you take it easy on me.”

Frisco gave a half-smile and said, “Well, this is different. You’re submitting to me in order to please Isaac?”

“No! Please Master, don’t think that! I want the four of us to sleep together. The end result is something I want for
us
, as a unit. I’m submitting to you because I love you and trust you. I know you’re going to hurt me, but I also know you won’t harm me.” He rotated his head to kiss Frisco’s palm before turning back to give full eye contact again. “I couldn’t let you tie me up and fist me without a real safeword if I didn’t have total trust in you, Master.”

“Without a real safeword?”

Cam shrugged. “I’m just guessing, but my assumption is I can turn the lights off to get you to stop, but can’t completely stop the scene until a certain amount of time has passed.”

Frisco nodded. “Right you are.” He leaned forward to release Cam’s wrists from his balls before standing to say, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cam was constantly surprised by the millions of possibilities Isaac’s bed allowed.

In a few moments, Frisco hung two fabric pieces just the right height to cradle and hold Cam’s calves, tied them off to the bed columns on the side, and Cam was situated exactly as if he were in gyno stirrups.

His wrists were connected to a rope coming down from the headboard, which would keep arms out of the way as well as prevent him from sitting up.

Frisco situated a stool in front of Cam’s ass and a small table to the side, and made a production of stretching thick black nitrile gloves on before rubbing coconut oil on them until they were so, so, shiny.

Cam’s cock was rock hard in spite of his fear. Or maybe because of it.

“Isaac set the program so once I start it we’ll have an hour to play. If you can last fifteen minutes in the dark the program will end. This means if you fall asleep just as the lights go out, you can get a fifteen minute nap with me beside you, holding you.”

His master rubbed his hands together some more, making the black shine with an evil gleam, and continued. “If you don’t last fifteen minutes in the dark, the program will turn the lights on at the end of the hour, at which time I’ll stop trying to work my fist into your ass.”

Frisco touched Cam’s leg to make sure he was paying attention. “If the lights are off when the hour is up, they’ll come on slowly and I’ll stop. If they’re on when the hour is up? You won’t know it’s over until you say ‘Lights Off,’ and they stay on.”

Cam’s mouth opened to argue, but he closed it before he had a chance to say anything. Isaac had warned him things would be constantly changing. He had to trust the process.

“I understand, Master.”

Frisco patted Cam’s inner thigh and stroked his balls a second. “You’re such a good boy.”

Cam heard his Master order the lights off, and he breathed through the beginning signs of panic.

Frisco kept a running commentary as his firm hand stroked Cam’s cock.

Cam was so tired, and he relaxed into the bed and thought he might fall asleep even while being stroked and fondled, but with no warning the dark compressed inward until it smothered him. He tried to rely on his deep breathing, but the dark squeezed in on him and threatened to suffocate him, and he had trouble forcing enough air into his lungs to say, “Lights On.”

Two fingers went into his ass almost immediately, and Frisco’s other hand went into the bowl of oil to relube before joining the two already in Cam’s ass.

Cam gasped and yelped as Frisco instantly had two fingers from each hand in his ass, and pulled them apart to stretch him open.

“I know you can take this, boy, but feel free to cry and beg.”

Cam closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fingers stretching and spreading him, so he could find the nerve to turn the lights off again. He could handle this a few more minutes. Frisco was right. He could take this.

When Frisco pulled his left hand away and inserted four fingers from his right hand, Cam screamed at the invasion. The burn and stretch was intense, and he knew Frisco would never take him farther than he could handle physically, but he also knew he could put him through a world of hurt without injuring him.

The knuckles of Frisco’s hand slid past the outer muscle, and he began working his thumb in. They’d made it to this point plenty, but had never been able to make it past the final knuckle of Frisco’s thumb.

Of course, he’d only tried it twice, and so far apart Cam wasn’t convinced Frisco really wanted to succeed.

The thumb went in and the stretch was too much as the final knuckle threatened to split him open. Cam was in a different kind of panic as he yelled, “Lights Off!”

The room plunged into darkness and Cam sighed in relief as Frisco’s hand slowly pulled out of his ass. Frisco’s cheek settled on his inner thigh and he said, “I’m taking my gloves off, and I’m going to stop touching you long enough to crawl onto the bed with you.”

Frisco stretched out on the bed with his feet near the headboard and his head on Cam’s stomach. He released Cam’s right hand and said, “Feel free to touch me if you like. Just relax and enjoy. If you want me to talk, I will, otherwise I think I’d like for us to just hold each other.”

Cam snuggled his head against Frisco’s thigh and brought his arm down. “Can you hold my hand, please Master?”

This time, instead of suffocating him, the dark seemed to embrace him. Cam sighed, and fell asleep.

* * * *

Frisco waited until he was sure Cam was out, and reached to the side of the bed for Isaac’s tablet, woke it, and pushed the button Isaac had told him to engage.

He’d told Cam he’d have fifteen minutes to nap, but this program was supposed to sense when the boy had made it through one complete sleep cycle before waking him.

Frisco needed to be absolutely still for the program to only pick up on Cam’s movements, so he put himself into a light meditation, his head still on his slave’s stomach.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Isaac was thrilled when the text came through telling him Cam had fallen asleep. He’d expected it, but there was always the chance it wouldn’t have worked.

They still had a long ways to go before Cam would fall asleep when not sleep deprived, but it was certainly a start.

He handled everything in his inbox, patrolled the club to be sure all was as it should be, and then went next door to work out. Running his two businesses would be impossible if they weren’t literally right next door to each other.

Isaac finished his workout, showered and dressed in a different shirt and tie, and spent a little time in his office handling the fitness club’s business before walking next door once again. Someone would’ve come to get him if he’d been needed at the billiard club, but it never hurt to pop back in without warning.

He took a seat at the bar and motioned to the bartender, who poured him a sweet tea, squeezed half a lemon into it, and settled it in front of him.

The regulars drew him into their conversation and he tried to put aside thoughts of what might be happening at his house. He needed to stick around until six, when the next manager came in, but the final hour away from Cam was hell.

When he could finally leave, he drove straight home.

Frisco had planned dinner well, and they were putting it on the table as he walked in.

“I could get used to this,” he grinned.

Cassie got the first kiss, and he drew it out until she was moaning as if she needed an orgasm.

He pulled away with a cocky smile, walked to Cam who was kneeling on the floor, and pulled him up so he could give him a proper hug, though he only followed it up with a quick peck on the lips.

Cam’s eyes clearly showed he was hurt at not being kissed in the same manner as Cassie, but Isaac reached to stroke his hard cock a few times and said, “None of that. We’ll see how far you’ve come at the end of the weekend.”

“With respect, Sir, I don’t think Cassie had to reach a milestone in order to be kissed.”

He could tell the entire room was on alert and depending on him to not screw this up.

“My relationship with Cassie stands on its own, as does my relationship with you. They aren’t the same, and I don’t want either of you comparing. If we start down that road we may as well stop trying to make this work right now.” He stroked Cam’s cheek and added, “I didn’t say you’d have to last the night in order for me to kiss you, I only said we’d see how the weekend goes. Can you trust me to do right by you?”

Cam looked at the floor for several long, silent moments before meeting Isaac’s gaze again. “I’m yours, Sir. It’s wrong of me to make demands, but this is more of an appeal. A request. It’s something I need emotionally. Please understand I’m giving you my heart, and I need you to treat it with care.”

Isaac was momentarily speechless, and he kept his gaze aimed at Cam as he said, “Frisco, I’m going to take our boy into the other room a few minutes. We’ll be back soon, but you and Cassie can start eating without us.”

He took Cam’s hand and walked him to the bedroom.

“Alright, my flexible dancer-boy. On your back and loop your knees over your shoulders.”

Isaac stripped out of his shirt, tie, dress pants, socks, and underwear in no time before scooping up some coconut oil, slathering his cock, wiping his hand on a towel, and climbing on the bed to mount Cam.

“My guess is your ass is still slippery and stretched and oh-so-sore,” he said with a serious look as he pressed in and watched Cam’s face.

The boy’s face showed pain, but he didn’t look away. Isaac loved looking into someone’s soul as he hurt them.

“Frisco tells me when you first came to him you hated being fucked in this position.”

Cam nodded.

Isaac kept up his slow push into Cam’s ass. “Tell me why.”

Cam had obvious trouble talking as he was forced to accept Isaac’s cock, but he answered the question through his gasps and groans. “I thought it was because it felt too much like the way a girl gets fucked, but Frisco showed me it was because I couldn’t handle someone looking into my eyes as they took me.”

Isaac pressed all the way in and Cam gave a low shriek but didn’t look away.

“I love you, boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed this man as he’d never kissed a woman — spreading Cam’s lips and invading his mouth with more strength than he’d ever wanted to use before.

He fucked him with his tongue and his cock, and sustained the kiss as he slowly but forcefully pumped in and out of the boy’s ass.

Isaac could’ve kept it up for hours, but there was food on the table and he was hungry.

He pulled his cock out as he released Cam’s lips, and sat up with a cocky grin. “That’s how a well kissed boy should look.” He leaned in and gave him another peck on the lips. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. You’re correct; you belong to me and you can’t make demands, but I’m glad you let me know what was going through your head.” He caressed his cheek. “Are we good now, or do you need something else?”

“Thank you, Master.” Cam threw his arms around Isaac, who returned the hug. “That was perfect. You did it your way, so it wasn’t like I made a demand and you gave it to me. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. You’ll be on your knees on the floor, so no need to stop and clean up. Just wash your hands at the kitchen sink before you go back to your knees where I found you. I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

Isaac washed his cock in the sink, and then his hands, before grabbing some comfortable shorts and slipping into them.

He made his way to the kitchen, took his seat, and said, “I talked to the guy who made my bed about making me another. The largest ultra-king mattresses are twelve feet by ten feet, and he says it’ll be no problem to make me a bed to hold one and ship it in pieces.”