Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (46 page)

“If you can come in my mouth we’ll take you down and hold you as you fall asleep. If you can’t? You’ll ice your cock and it’ll go into the jailbird until your rehearsal Tuesday evening, but it’ll go right back in afterwards, and who knows when you’ll get another chance to come.”

Frisco changed places with Cassie, and Cam experimented around with how much control he had, and figured out how to swing back and forth into Frisco’s mouth.

Thankfully, Frisco removed the weights on his balls once he got started, though it was probably because they were hitting Frisco.

Still, he was thankful for small favors.

It didn’t take him long before he was coming in his Master’s mouth for the first time ever, and just the knowledge this was Frisco accepting him in this way made his climax even higher, so he thought he might pass out when he finished.

They didn’t bother untying him, but cut him loose so he was free in minutes. Frisco, Isaac, and Cassie all rubbed his limbs and body for a while, and then Isaac walked him to the bathroom before they took him to bed, turned the lights out, and they all fell asleep together.

Chapter Forty-One

Isaac had spoken with Marcus a few times at Cassie’s request. She’d signed legal stuff so Marcus could talk freely with the three men in her life, and she’d told the guys she had no secrets during therapy.

But today, Marcus wanted all four of them in the same room. Isaac knew one of the things Marcus wanted to address, and was glad he was bringing them in to hold and support Cassie during the session.

However, when they entered the room she chose to sit in a chair by herself, leaving the sofa and other chair empty.

Isaac took the chair facing her, and Frisco and Cam sat on the sofa.

Marcus was already in his seat, facing everyone from the other side of a small table, with a clipboard in his lap and a small laptop beside him.

“I’m pleased with Cassie’s progress,” Marcus told them, “and I’ve brought everyone together to talk a little about where she still needs to go.”

Cassie spoke up and said, “I think it might be more accurate to say we’re going to talk about where I want to go, and need help getting to.”

Marcus smiled and said, “Sure, we’ll go with that for now. Do you want to start?”

Cassie blushed, but looked at Frisco and then Isaac to say, “You both seem to have figured out I don’t deal well with too much attention at once. My fantasy is to have you treat me as you do Cam sometimes, with one of you using my mouth while the other takes me from behind…though, a different behind than the one you use with Cam, but…”

Marcus filled in the silence so it wouldn’t be awkward. “Cassie wants one of you vaginally and the other orally, but she isn’t ready for it yet.”

“We won’t push,” Frisco said. “If she’s never ready, we’ll be okay.”

“Sir,” Cam said, squeezing his Master’s hand. “The point is, she wants it but it overwhelms her, and takes her back to...” He sighed and continued. “She doesn’t want it to take her back; she wants to figure out a way to be okay with it.”

Isaac smiled at Cam with approval and then looked to Marcus. “Is there anything we can do to help her get past it?”

“I have an idea for her to contemplate. It won’t work unless she wants it to, so it isn’t something for me — or any of you — to push. It can be tricky, and I wouldn’t even bring it up if the four of you weren’t in such a good place.”

No one said anything for a few seconds and Marcus spread his hands and began the explanation. “It’s about covering old memories with new. It isn’t about replicating the energy of the original event, but about being in the exact same position with a completely different energy, so she can remember the new instance instead of the traumatic one.” He looked at Cassie. “It’ll mean sharing exact specific details, and I know you’ve tried to avoid doing so.”

“I talk to you about it,” she told Marcus, “there’s no reason for me to burden them with the...” She sighed. “They don’t need those pictures in their heads.”

Marcus looked at Isaac, but Cam spoke before Isaac could. “You aren’t burdening us with anything, Cass. We can handle whatever you tell us.”

“I don’t think I can do that, Marcus.” Cassie’s voice was so quiet, and her emotional pain so close to the surface, Isaac’s heart broke for her.

“Then you shouldn’t try.” Marcus leaned forward, his eyes solemn. “Keep it in the back of your mind. You may never want to do it, but if at some point in the future it feels right, as if you can cover the old with the new? Talk to your lovers and let them help you.”

She took a breath and said, “Okay. I can keep it open as a possible future option.”

Marcus looked at Isaac and nodded, and Isaac leaned forward and put his hand on Cassie’s knee.

“Clemente’s trial has been set, it’s six weeks away.”

He watched Cassie’s face as she took the news in, processed it, and realized what this meant for her.

“I’m going to have to testify in front of…people.”

“Your attorney tells me he wants to put me on the stand as well,” Marcus said, “so you’ll have me there.”

She looked at Frisco and Cam, then Isaac. “I won’t be able to have the three of you there, though. They’re already trying to make me look like a BDSM freak who deserved it. If I show up with three lovers?” She leaned forward and put her head in her hands.

Cam went to his knees in front of her. “Cass, we’ll figure out the best way to go and support you. Even if it means we have to get an adjoining hotel room, so no one can see us go into the same room.”

Isaac leaned forward and touched the back of Cam’s shoulders. “The issue right now isn’t how we handle our nights, but how Cassie handles her time in the courtroom.”

“Isaac’s right,” Marcus agreed. “There are some things I’ve let slide because Cassie wasn’t ready to deal with them. However, with the court date set, we’re going to need to address them sooner rather than later, and I wanted her to have a support system here today for a variety of reasons.”

Cam slid sideways off his knees and onto his bottom so he leaned against Cassie’s legs and put his head in her lap. Marcus’s smile was affectionate as he watched Cassie absentmindedly run her fingers through Cam’s hair, and Isaac was happy Cassie had found a kink-friendly therapist.

“Can I suggest a quick game of musical chairs?” Marcus asked. “Perhaps Isaac and Frisco on the sofa, with Cassie either between the two of you, or sitting across your laps? Cam seems happy on the floor, but I’ll let the two of you decide where to put him.”

Cam moved away from Cassie’s chair and Isaac picked her up, carried her to the sofa, and sat beside Frisco.

He wrapped his arms around Cassie in his lap, and Frisco settled his hand over Cassie’s legs as they rested across his thighs.

“Boy,” Frisco said to Cam, “would you rather sit by me, or on the floor at our feet?”

Cam moved to their feet and settled between his two Masters’ legs.

“Cassie,” Marcus began, “tell me what happened to you in the upstairs room of the BDSM club in Vegas.”

“It was just outside the city limits.”

He looked to Isaac, who chuckled and said, “Yes, it’s one of the many reasons we love her, though it can be frustrating at times.”

Marcus shook his head and said, “Please tell me what happened to you in the upstairs room of the BDSM club just outside the Vegas city limits.”

She sank deeper into Isaac’s arms and said, “I experienced sexual trauma.”

“Can you rephrase the statement, please?”

“I was sexually assaulted by two men.”

Isaac knew what Marcus was getting at, and he smoothed his hand down her back and said, “He’s looking for a specific word, Sweet Thing. I know you’ve avoided it, but the defense attorney is going to want you to say it in court, so we need you to say it here, where it’s safe.”

Cassie’s chest shook and Isaac pulled her closer to him as she collapsed into tears. “I can’t say it…p…p…pppplease don’t make me.”

Isaac’s heart broke, and he told her, “It’s just a word, Cass.”

Marcus shook his head and Isaac shut up to let the expert talk.

“It’s a word with horrible connotations,” Marcus told her, “and I salute your efforts to find other ways to describe what happened. However, the word is important legally, and the defense attorney needs you to say it on the stand. It’s fine for you to fall apart, but they need to hear you say it.”

She shook her head again, and he repeated the question. “Cassie, can you please tell us what happened to you in the upstairs room of the BDSM club just outside the Vegas city limits.”

She started crying worse, almost hyperventilating, and Isaac looked to Marcus for help, but Marcus’s eyes were on Cassie. Finally, she pulled air in and said, “They rrrraped me!”

She curled into a ball and collapsed into tears, and Isaac held her tight. Frisco put one arm around Isaac’s back, the other around Cassie, and held both of them as Cam put his arms around Cassie from his spot on the floor.

Isaac looked up to Marcus, who nodded once, his face grim.

When her tears began to fade and she almost had her breathing back under control, Marcus said, “Cassie, you are a rape
survivor
. You’re hard-headed, and resilient, and you’re bouncing back stronger than you were before.”

Marcus looked to the floor and said, “Cameron? Can I ask you to hand her the box of tissues from the table, and pull the garbage can closer to her, please?”

Cassie blew her nose a few times and thanked Cam before looking at Marcus and saying, “Thanks. I’d associated that word with victim, but to think of it in terms of survivor…it doesn’t sting quite so bad.”

“Can you say it again for us? If I ask you what happened upstairs in the BDSM club just outside Vegas?”

She took a breath and said, “I was sexually assaulted, raped, and brutally beaten by two men.”

“Can you go a little farther today? Or would you like to wait until another session?”

She shook her head. “I was anally, orally, and vaginally raped by two men.”

Isaac thought she was much too calm, but Marcus only said, “You were a virgin in your bottom before Clemente forced you.”

She buried her face in Isaac’s chest, and nodded without looking at anyone.

“We’ve talked about this before, and it’s safe to talk about it again. Your lovers all have you in their arms and everyone wants what’s best for you.”

She lifted her head and looked at Frisco. “I wanted you to help me, when we were together before, but you said you only do boys in their bottom, because girls are to be treasured and pampered.”

Frisco nodded and she said, “I still want to be taken there, and I want you to be the one to do it. Not now, I have more things on my list to do before I’m ready, but…maybe four or five or six months from now? When I’m ready, will you do it?” She looked up at Isaac and added, “I want you to help get me ready, but for my first time…”

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing,” Isaac told her. “We’ll do whatever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

Isaac looked to Frisco, who finally told Cassie, “If it’s what you need and want, we’ll figure it out.”

* * * *

Cassie was exhausted when they left Marcus’s office, and asked the guys if they’d take her home.

“No,” Isaac said.

She thought he was joking, but soon realized he was serious.

“I want to go home!”

“You have a handful of choices. We can take you home and stay with you, though we can’t all fit on your bed and I’ll need to wear a blindfold on the sofa, probably. Or we can all go to Frisco’s where we’ll either go down to the water with our books and tablets and just hang out without talking, or go to the meadow and get in a good outdoor workout before bed.” He shrugged and added, “Or anything else you can come up with that keeps the four of us together. We won’t require you interact with us, but we want you close.”

Cassie looked to Cam, who looked at his feet as he said, “I don’t want you to be alone, either.”

She faced Frisco and asked, “Can I get you and Isaac to put focus mitts on, so I can kick and hit the shit out of both of you?”

Cam made a noise as if he were in pain, and Frisco explained, “Cam, they’re big cushioned mitts we wear on our hands, and she hits and kicks at the pads we’re holding. She doesn’t want to actually hit or kick us.”

Frisco looked at Isaac and then back to her. “We can.”

Chapter Forty-Two

Frisco knew Cam hadn’t dealt well with the therapy session, and as soon as he and Isaac got Cassie squared away, Frisco would need to help their boy. Cassie had been able to talk and get things out, but Cam had been mostly quiet, with no opportunity to handle his own emotions as he was forced to watch Cassie’s pain. Today had been almost as rough on him as it was for Cassie.

He stripped Cam of everything but his chastity device, and inserted a large vibrating plug in his ass and a soft silicon dildo gag in his mouth. He ordered him to sit on a mat with his back to the corner, and attached the boy’s ankle cuffs to eye bolts at the base of both walls, so he was sitting with his legs spread. His wrists were connected to eye bolts a little higher up and closer to his body. The position wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, but would keep the boy out of trouble and remind him of his status while both Doms gave Cassie what she needed.