Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (47 page)

Cam’s hair brushed Frisco’s cheek as he told his boy, “I know what you need, and once we get Cassie taken care of, I’ll take care of you. She’s strong, Cam. I want you to watch her, see her strength.”

Frisco kissed the boy’s forehead, tousled his hair, and went to Cassie and Isaac.

* * * *

Cam’s cock throbbed in the jailbird. He wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, but the vibrating butt plug and the soft silicon dildo in his mouth had his cock hopelessly trying to get hard in its stainless steel prison.

Meanwhile, Cassie looked like a whirling dervish as she hit and kicked the four hands offered up for abuse. Isaac and Frisco moved around her, so she had to keep moving and thinking as she located and struck, or kicked. The mitts were padded, but she could still see their arms moving with the impact.

Cassie went at it for what seemed an hour, but was probably less, before she collapsed to the floor in tears.

Cam wanted to go to her so damned bad, but he couldn’t.

He watched the Doms hold her and comfort her, and knew when she went to sleep Frisco would tear into him.

Isaac never lost control. Every move he made was carefully controlled. Cam was glad it would be Frisco tonight, as Cam needed him to lose control a little — he needed the intensity and the passion. Frisco never lost control enough to cause damage or injury, but he let his instincts guide him more, and as the scene built, so did Frisco’s desire to cause pain.

And Cam needed physical pain right now in the worst sort of way. A psychologist had once given him shit about transmuting emotional pain into physical pain, but he didn’t care about any of the mumbo jumbo. He just needed to
hurt
.

* * * *

When Cassie was as tired physically as she’d been emotionally, she collapsed to the floor and curled into a ball. Her hands and feet hurt beautifully, and she wished she dared ask for a different kind of pain from Frisco and Isaac.

Isaac scooped her up and carried her to a mat, where he sat with his back to a wall and cradled her in his arms.

He didn’t say anything, thank goodness. She just wanted to lay here and not have to think.

Frisco went to Cam, untied him, stood him up, and turned him towards the corner. He spread his legs, hooked a leash to the stainless ring encircling Cam’s balls, and ordered him to his hands and knees.

“This is going to be rough,” Frisco said as he looked at Cassie and Isaac, “if you want to come watch, you’re welcome.”

Cassie watched them leave the room, Cam on all fours, his balls on a leash, and she suddenly wanted to see what happened.

Maybe
.

“Do you know what Frisco is going to do to him?” she asked Isaac.

“Not exactly.” He stroked her cheek. “I’ve a good mind to take you upstairs and give you a massage, unless there’s something you’d rather do?”

She took a breath. “I want to watch.”

Isaac started to shake his head, but stopped an inch into it and slowly moved it back to straight. “Are you sure? It’s going to be rough. Cam needs...” He shook his head. “I’ll take you if you want. It’s up to you.”

Cassie smiled and felt it all the way through to her soul. “I’m positive. I’m a survivor, remember?”

As she and Isaac made it halfway to the door, she stopped and said, “Sir?”

His eyebrows rose as he waited for her question, and she said, “I might want you to flog me? Maybe?”

He touched her chin. “Tonight, in the playroom, needs to be about Cam. If you can trust me to restrain you, I’ll give you random hits of the paddle and will keep you on edge while we watch Frisco and Cam, but if I push you hard, Cam won’t go into subspace because he’ll be worried about you.”

Cassie closed her eyes and said, “God, I didn’t even see it.” She shook her head. “That’s why Frisco tied him up while ya’ll let me…”

She stepped away from him and wrapped her arms around her torso. “I was too wrapped up in my own stuff to see his need.
Shit
, I’m a terrible friend.” She should have known how much trouble he’d have handling today’s therapy session. He did okay when it was just the two of them and he could help her through whatever was bothering her, but when he was forced into the observer roll, so all he could do was watch…it was too much for him.

“You’re not a terrible friend,” Isaac said as he wrapped his arms around her, “you’ve been through hell today and had a huge breakthrough. Tell me what you want to do.”

She leaned into his warmth. “I want to watch Cam and support him in any way I can. If Frisco needs your help, or mine, so we can all help him together? I’m good with it.”

After so much time not being allowed to see the playroom, seeing it was almost anticlimactic.

True, the room was creepy and a bit intimidating, and she’d want a tour later to be sure she knew what all the equipment was for, but she could make a good guess without asking questions.

At the moment, she was more interested in Cam’s reactions to the things Frisco was doing.

Cam stood in the center of the playroom, his arms over his head with a spreader bar between his wrists, and another spreader bar between his ankles. The rope over his head was pulled taut, so he was flatfooted but his body was stretched tall.

Frisco was placing clothespins in rows — he already had them on Cam’s inner thighs, down his side, and a flower pattern on his back.

Cassie looked in the mirror and saw Frisco putting them on Cam’s cock.

Cam’s eyes were closed, his face somewhere between pain and bliss.

Over the next hour Frisco flogged almost every inch of Cam’s body, slapped his face red, and put the strong chrome clothespins back on when too many of the black ones came off.

Cam’s body was almost entirely brilliant red, with the exception of his lower back, arms, and from his knees down.

His cock was rock hard, his eyes closed, and he hung from the suspension cuffs more than he stood on his feet.

Cassie tried to masturbate discreetly after ten or fifteen minutes, and Isaac had settled her in front of him, her body between his outstretched legs as he leaned against a wall.

He held both of her hands.

She wiggled and squirmed and tried to squeeze her legs together to put some pressure on her clit, but it was no use and her arousal seemed to grow with each fall of the whip, flogger, tawse, loopy johnny, belt, and cane.

Cam didn’t react as Cassie would’ve to these strikes. He moaned and sobbed, but rarely cried out or screamed. Towards the end, each single strike moved Cam forward or sideways, with Cam’s moans a deep bass as he hung in the suspension cuffs.

When Frisco finally let Cam down and stretched him out face up on the mat near Isaac and Cassie, he folded his boy’s legs up and out, and gently entered Cam’s lubed ass.

Cam opened his eyes and looked into his Master’s eyes, and Cassie could see the love literally flowing between the two of them.

“That’s right, boy, I have you. Do you want to come?”

Cassie thought it a silly question, but Cam shook his head, and Frisco nodded before leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Whatever you need tonight, dear boy.”

Frisco fucked Cam’s ass until he was just on the verge of an orgasm, and then pulled out, punched him in the balls until his cock went flat, and put his jailbird on him.

Cam rolled to his side and started crying, and Frisco got behind him to hold him, and motioned for Cassie and Isaac to come, too.

The three of them laid on the floor and held him until Cam cried himself to asleep.

“I’ll take him in to my bed,” Isaac told Frisco, “since I assume we’re all sleeping together?”

Frisco nodded. “I took your bed out and had a platform built to hold a king and queen mattress side by side, as we discussed. It’ll have to work until we figure out better living arrangements.”

Isaac lifted Cam like a baby and said, “If you need to go out and walk, can you take Cassie? She has questions, and Cam just needs someone to hold him right now.”

Frisco looked at Cassie and smiled, “Come on, Sweetness. Let me stop off in the bathroom, and if you’re up for it we can walk down to the river and talk.”

Chapter Forty-Three

Cassie put her shoes on while Frisco was in the bathroom. He wore loose shorts and no shirt, and didn’t bother with shoes.

He walked her down to the river, and then off to the side and up some steps. He spread the blanket he’d brought, which she noted was plastic on one side and downy fleece on the other, and plopped down on it.

“I’ve had slave boys remove every single gravel and rock from this section of ground. It’s where I come when I need to get away.” He looked out at the water, his voice changing to a thoughtful tone. “The river sooths me. Especially nights like this, with clear skies except for a few clouds, and the moon lighting everything.”

Cassie thought the moon cast an eerie glow over everything, but didn’t want to spoil Frisco’s imagery. She sat beside him and said, “I’ve watched you give Cam what I’d call actual torture before, where it was about what you wanted, not what he wanted. Why was tonight different?”

“Because he’s my lover now, and he needed it.” He shook his head. “I’d have given him pain before, when I was training him, but it wouldn’t have been the same. There were nights it was about him, but…without love, I’m not sure I could’ve given him exactly what he needed, as I think I managed tonight.”

“You didn’t get off.”

“He didn’t want to come. He wanted to be denied — taken to the edge and have it snatched away at the last critical second.” Frisco shrugged. “Tonight wasn’t about me, it was about him.”

“Why didn’t he want to come?”

Frisco shook his head. “I’ll force him to tomorrow, whether he wants it or not, but for tonight? I gave him what he wanted.”

“Will he want to tomorrow?”

“I think he will. I hope so. The boy needs some pleasure tomorrow, but tonight he just needed pain.” He looked at her a few seconds and said, “You’ve been there, where you needed pain? I know you don’t need it to the extent Cam does, but surely you understand the need?”

“Yeah, but I always want to come!”

Frisco laughed. “An orgasm would’ve overridden the pain, Sweetness.”

She’d felt the all-encompassing need for more and more pain, but never to the extent she didn’t want to derive any pleasure. When she felt it, the pain and pleasure mixed until she couldn’t tell which was which.

This was also a different side to Frisco. She’d seen his sweet and caring side before, but this was different, and it made her want him. Not just want him, but want to
belong
to him.

Cassie looked out at the water a few seconds before asking, “Can I be what you need, now? I want to serve, to be your…I don’t know how to explain it, but I want to see you get off, and I want to be whatever you need to make it happen.”

“I think you mean it
now
,” he said as he stroked her cheek, down her neck, and reached for her hand. “But I’m not sure how well you’ll hold up. I understand I’m going to need to stop treating you with kid gloves once you’re ready for it again, but…are you sure you’re ready?”

“Will you take me to the playroom? Please?”

“I need to fuck someone really hard, Sweetness.” His eyes were sad, and Cassie wanted to give him what he needed.

“You need it to be about you, and that’s what I want, too…but I know you well enough to know you’ll get me ready for it, first.”

Frisco pulled her into a hug, and Cassie ignored the blood racing through her heart and stayed quiet to let him decide.

When he stood and offered his hand, she took it and let him help her up.

“Take your clothes off while I fold the blanket.”

He made her walk, naked, in front of him, and by the time they stepped into the house she was ready for whatever he needed.

She hoped.

As they were about to walk into the playroom Cassie stopped and said, “Master, can I make a request?”

“What do you need, Sweetness?”

“Don’t stop the scene if I freak. Hold me and calm me down without untying me, and maybe put me in a different position if that’s what’s bothering me, but don’t let me safeword to end the scene, just change things around and keep going. Please?” She’d die if she failed.

He looked at her a few seconds before saying, “I’m not sure I can make that promise.”

“Oh please! If we have to stop because I freak, I’ll feel terrible! Please! Just, fix things so we can keep going, but don’t stop!”

He sighed. “I’ll do my best to make it work, but I won’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep.”

Frisco had her stand near some pipes in the playroom — two came up from the floor about three feet apart, floor to ceiling, with brackets every couple of inches once they reached waist height.

He moved a crossbar from higher brackets to lower ones at about her waist height, used rope to be sure the bar was secure, and had her lean over the bar and reach for another horizontal bar several feet away.