Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (50 page)

His cock was rock hard under her, but he could wait. He’d managed a finger in her ass, when he’d never played with a girl’s bottom before. And when she still saw anal play as a thing of violence and pain. He hoped he’d taken the first steps towards changing that, today.

She collapsed like a limp rag over his lap when it was over, and he used a baby wipe to clean his hands before sliding sideways so he could lie beside her.

He positioned them so she could bury her head in his chest, and she said, “Thank you. I don’t think I could have ever asked for it, and it feels good to know I just had a screaming orgasm while the bastard is in shackles on a bus with no bathroom, headed towards one of the most hellish prisons in the system.”

Frisco wondered how she knew this, but kept his mouth shut and let her talk.

“I looked up the prison in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania,” she continued, “and it’s bad. I mean,
really
bad. It’s where they send the worst of the worst, and it sounds like the guards pretty much let the inmates find their own pecking order.” Cassie looked up, meeting his gaze. “He put me through a few hours of hell, but he’s going to experience it for the next ten years. I don’t feel sorry for him, but…” She seemed to consider something a second and said, “Hmmm. No. I thought I had sympathy for him, but turns out I don’t. I might prefer he only be in that horrible, hellish place a few months and then go to a regular prison, but he needs to be locked up so he doesn’t keep hurting women. I’m not the first, and wouldn’t be the last if they didn’t lock him away like an animal.”

“How do you know where he’s headed, and where he is now?”

“Oh, I’m not supposed to, but Tyler looked into it.” She shrugged. “From what I can tell, most prisoners go to a regular jail and if they cause major problems they’re sent to Lewisburg. However, he was apparently involved in several fights while awaiting trial, and it was enough to compel Nevada to let the feds handle the plea-bargaining so the Nevada prison system wouldn’t have to deal with him, and the feds are sending him straight there.”

“My guess is he didn’t know where he’d be going when he plea-bargained?”

“I’m not sure how that works.” She sat up. “I want more ice cream.”

* * * *

Cassie and Cam met Isaac at the door, since he was he last to arrive.

He would never take this for granted — two people who loved him offering themselves for kisses to welcome him home.

Isaac put his arm around both, and gave Cassie a long kiss before turning to Cam and giving him one as well. Cam no longer seemed to be measuring his kisses to Cassie’s, but Isaac had screwed up by treating them different so he tried to make sure he kissed them both about the same.

They all walked into the kitchen as a unit, with arms tangled around each other.

“Smells good,” Isaac said as Jake bumped his leg, and he extracted his arms from Cassie and Cam so he could bend down and talk to the dog.

“I kinda like coming home to you, too, and you seem to have made yourself at home.” He gave him a few more minutes of attention and then walked to the sink to wash his hands as Frisco put Cam back to work helping him get dinner on the table.

Isaac had worried things would be weird with Frisco after their phone conversation, but everything was normal and he sighed in relief.

He talked to Cassie a little about Clemente, but she was quick to change the subject, and seemed to be dealing with it okay, so Isaac let her.

“I ran some numbers on what it’ll take to build onto Frisco’s house, today.”

Isaac saw Cam look to Frisco, and Frisco said, “Cam would like for us to have these conversations away from him.”

Isaac looked at Cam a few seconds, but the boy just stared at his plate.

“He wants to have slave status,” Frisco explained. “When we figure everything out, we’ll need to work it so he can be a slave financially, physically, emotionally…he wants the whole package.”

No one said anything for several long moments, and Cam finally looked at Isaac and said, “Frisco knew what I wanted, and planned to help me find a Master who could give it to me. I’ve asked him to give me…give me what I was looking for.”

Isaac looked to Frisco who shrugged. “My rule for the boys I trained was that they keep a five thousand dollar cushion in their account, or have it in a savings account they could access, so I knew they weren’t staying with me because they had no other option. I didn’t charge rent, so I needed to know they weren’t staying because they couldn’t afford to leave.”

Isaac had known this, but maybe Cassie hadn’t? He only nodded, and let Frisco keep talking.

“Whatever we figure out will involve some kind of financial cushion for Cam for five years. His money, but he won’t be allowed to access it unless he’s leaving us. If we’re all still together at the end of five years, it’ll still be his but he’ll have to come to us to gain access to it.

Cassie reached for Cam’s hand and said, “It’s important to him.”

“Why am I the only one you didn’t talk to about this, boy?”

“I’m sorry. It’s the way things worked out, Master. I talked to Frisco because he already knew what I was looking for, it wasn’t new.” He shrugged. “Cassie knew about it when I was still in training, and we’ve talked about what I want, since.”

“Okay then,” Isaac said. “I’ll talk to the others about it when you aren’t around.”

He’d thought it was a safe subject, something they could get engrossed in without a chance of Clemente coming into the conversation.

Now, he was at a loss.

“Boy, you do understand I’m not through training you, right?” Frisco asked.

“Yes, Master, but it’s different, now.”

“It is, but once you move back in with me it may not feel terribly different.”

Isaac relaxed as the conversation moved from subject to subject, and his heart warmed at the easy camaraderie.

Cam handled the dishes when they finished eating, but everyone stayed at the table to talk as the boy cleaned up.

With no scene planned, the four watched TV until late, and Cassie went to sleep with her head in Frisco’s lap. When the program turned off, Isaac carried her to bed, locked her and Cam in, and the four went to sleep snuggled together.

Chapter Forty-Six

Frisco put the wrist and ankle cuffs on himself, put his hands to the back of his head, spread his legs, and stood looking at the floor from the center of his own playroom. He was supposed to be Master of his own domain, and he understood Isaac’s reasons for wanting to do this here.

Isaac had told him to be sure he was hard, but there was no danger he’d go soft.

He had no idea how long the other Dom would make him wait. Time ticked slowly, and Frisco soon learned if he let his mind wander on work related thoughts and the things he needed to do when he reached the restaurant, his cock went soft…but keeping his mind on the subject at hand so his cock would stay hard was frustrating.

He wasn’t cut out to be a submissive but he understood Isaac needed this from him, and if this was what it took to let the other man be comfortable with intimacy, he’d gladly do it.

Isaac had pretty much let Frisco dictate the boundaries of the scene, with only a few things Isaac insisted on. However, Frisco knew once it started he’d be at the mercy of his friend. He’d stay inside of the agreed-upon boundaries, but…

Frisco’s heart beat a staccato rhythm in his chest as he stood and waited. This was part of submitting.

He sucked at submitting.

By the time Isaac stepped in the door Frisco’s arms were fatigued.

Isaac was fully dressed, and his boots made noise as he walked in a circle around Frisco’s nude body.

Thankfully, Isaac pulled Frisco’s hands down and clipped them behind his back.

“You aren’t a submissive,” Isaac told him as he stepped to his front and stroked Frisco’s erect cock. “You’re a Dominant who is choosing to submit.”

“Yes, Isaac. I am.” His friend understood. He knew where they were coming from, and he wouldn’t ask for more than Frisco could give.

“On your knees and show me your submission, then.”

Kneeling with your hands locked behind your back takes skill, and Isaac was close, ready to catch him if he went down too fast, but Frisco squatted low before touching his knees to the concrete and then resting on his heels. Not as graceful as he required of his slaves, but he managed.

* * * *

Isaac stepped closer and made a show of loosening his belt, pushing the button through, unzipping, and pushing everything just low enough to free his cock. He was still mostly dressed and would remain so while Frisco was nude. His jeans were snug enough they’d stay put, which was why he chose them and not dress pants.

“Open your mouth and service me; you know what to do.”

Isaac let him have free reign a few minutes before asking, “Can you deep throat me? Press your nose to my body?”

Frisco tried, but he obviously wasn’t used to sucking men off, especially someone as endowed as Isaac.

“Get a deep breath,” Isaac warned as he put his hands on the back of Frisco’s head. He pushed him down on his cock, and when he felt resistance said, “Swallow me down, don’t fight me,
accept
me.”

It took some doing, and Isaac ignored Frisco’s gagging as he pushed him lower and lower until his cock was all the way in, buried in Frisco’s throat.

It’d taken long enough to get in, he pulled out and stepped back as he took his hands off Frisco’s head to allow him to breathe a few minutes.

“You know it’s possible, and you know how it feels. Can you do it on your own now?”

Frisco shook his head, still gasping for air, and Isaac said, “Catch your breath and try, please.”

While he caught his breath, Isaac walked behind him and freed the kneeling man’s hands. “Looks like you need to pay attention to your cock,” Isaac said. “I want it to stay hard.”

It hadn’t gone soft but wasn’t standing quite as tall.

Isaac watched as his friend jacked himself, and when Frisco seemed to have caught his breath he stepped closer and ordered, “Swallow me down, Frisco.”

Frisco managed to get a portion of Isaac’s cock into this throat, but couldn’t get all the way without Isaac’s help.

Today wasn’t about training, but about getting the two of them comfortable with each other, and getting Frisco used to being handled.

And Isaac used to handling him.

“Okay, enough. Lick me clean, get as much of your slobber off as you can, and then kneel down again.”

When Frisco sat back and down, Isaac watched him until he pulled his hands to the back of his head, arched his back, and spread his legs.

It was how Isaac preferred Cam, and he knew Frisco would be smart enough to figure out how to kneel.

“Nice.” He waived him up. “Okay. On your feet and over the fucking bar.”

Isaac stood back and made Frisco adjust the height of the waist bar, and then move the grip bar as far out as possible, so he’d have to stretch his body in order to reach.

“I know I told you to lube and stretch your ass before I came down, would you like an opportunity to apply more lube?”

“Yes, Isaac. Please.”

“You know where the gloves and lube are. Get me slick first, then work on yourself.”

Frisco went to his knees to rub oil on Isaac’s cock, then stood to prop his leg on a stool before reaching back to lube himself.

The voyeur in Isaac couldn’t resist, and he ordered, “Lean forward so I can watch your fingers go in your hole.”

Isaac didn’t rush him, though. Frisco wasn’t used to taking it up the ass, and Isaac’s cock was a lot to take.

And he didn’t intend to take it easy on him.

When Frisco at last took the gloves off and walked back to the horizontal bar, Isaac motioned for him to bend over and said, “Spread your ass cheeks for me. I’ll let you know when you can grab the support.”

* * * *

Frisco hadn’t been fucked in at least six or seven years, and he knew he was in for it with Isaac, but he also knew it was the only way the two of them were going to find a way towards true intimacy, and their foursome needed the two Doms to be more physical with each other.

Also, he hadn’t let anyone fuck him because no one else was man enough for him to submit to.

Isaac was more than man enough.

He was also Frisco’s best friend, and had stuck with him through thick and thin. Even when Frisco had been a jerk.

And now, something inside of him wanted to give this to his friend. Not on an ongoing basis, but to get them started? He’d promised whatever submission Isaac needed from him, though he’d made it clear he wasn’t a masochist and wouldn’t need punishing.

“I’ll do what you want,” he’d told him, “there won’t be a need for punishment.”