Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (54 page)

“He’ll have some emergency cash,” Isaac said, “and will be required to give us receipts in order to get more. He’ll have a card he can use for lunch at school and gas for his car. He’ll have an allowance, and if he goes over without permission he’ll be punished.”

“But what about after he gets a good paying job? When he’s gone from the house as much as we are?”

“I’ve paid someone to clean my house and do the yard since he moved out,” Frisco said. “If he wants to spend his money to pay to have it done instead of doing it himself? As long as he’s bringing enough in, fine with me.”

“We’re considering the prospect of allowing him to hold out a certain dollar amount every week,” said Isaac, “and direct the rest of his income towards his student loans and his own savings account.” 

“We can come up with ideas,” Cassie said, “but we can’t decide for sure how it’ll work until we know his hours and how much he’ll be making.”

“Agreed,” Frisco said, “but whatever we decide, I want him to have a much bigger savings account for at least a few years, before we make him completely financially dependent on us, the way he wants.”

“Let’s aim for making him financially dependent upon us when his student loans are paid off, and at that time we can channel his income directly to our accounts, so he has no money unless we give it to him.”

Cassie opened her mouth to argue, but Frisco already knew what she was going to say, and held a hand up to stop her. “Slaves provide labor and income for their owners. If you forget the modern day idea of the fun sex slave, then people owned as property were historically purchased or bred for financial reasons. He’s allowed to live here under our rules, in the building we provide, with clothes and shoes we make available, but he’s expected to do as he’s told, which in this case will mean getting a good paying job and contributing to his owners’ bank account.”

Frisco looked to Isaac. “We don’t let him keep some of his money back. He puts it all in and we give him an allowance. Same as now, when he won’t have an outside job but will be taking care of us as he finishes school.”

“So,” Cassie clarified. “There’ll be one account we all contribute to, and the three of us will have access to, but otherwise we’ll keep our finances separate?”

“Right,” Frisco said. “The three of us will be responsible for our own car, insurance, gas, clothes…but we put money into the communal account so there’ll be funds to pay property taxes, electricity, internet, and for emergencies like a new roof or a new HVAC unit.”

He looked at Isaac. “I’ve never liked him driving that tiny car around. What do you say you and I make him sell it, and buy him something bigger and safer?”

“Deal, but you get to break the news to him. Though, in his current frame of mind I think he’ll get off on knowing he no longer has a car in his name,” Isaac told Frisco before shifting to look at Cassie. “I know you love me for me, and not my money, and now that you know my secret I’m probably going to want to buy you some extravagant things. You aren’t going to get pissed at me for buying gifts, are you?”

Cassie shook her head, “I don’t know, Isaac. I don’t think so, but I guess it depends on what it is? I like my car, and I’m kind of picky about my clothes, though Cam is good at picking things out so I guess if you take him with you to shop for me, it should be okay.” She laughed, nervous. “Ask me later, once I get used to the idea of you as a millionaire.”

Isaac nodded and leaned back. “I have a trust set up, so if I die my businesses are sold and the money goes to my parents. I plan to make some changes so some of it goes to both of you and Cam, as well. However, I’ll make a separate trust for my interest in the house, so it goes to Cam if something happens to me.”

Frisco leaned forward and said, “Isaac and I discussed this head of time. I’ll leave my interest in the house to you, so if something happens to both of us, you’ll own two thirds and he’ll own a third.”

Cassie did the math in her head and said, “And you need me to split mine up, so half of my share goes to both of you.”

They shook their head together and Frisco said, “However you want to do it is fine with us. Neither of us is hurting for money. I’m actually not too far from being a millionaire on paper, though that’s just playing around with numbers and I don’t think I’m actually worth that much. The point is, I have more than enough money and don’t need you to leave me anything. You’re right, if something happens to you it might be the least complicated if you split your share of the house between us, but if you want to leave it to one of us, or to Cam? Totally your choice.”

Chapter Fifty

Cam was a nervous wreck for auditions. Frisco had insisted on driving him down, but thankfully seemed to understand Cam needed to do this on his own, and said he’d wait in the car.

He was rarely nervous for performances, as he knew he could entertain an audience. But auditions, with such appraising, calculating looks from the people in charge of the show? The people who decided which person ended up with which part? Tore him up inside.

He changed into his tan tights and dark sage leotard, smoothed his black ballet shoes on, and went to the warm-up staging area.

When they called his number he walked onto the empty stage to face the five judges sitting in the audience, their laptop screens glowing on their faces.

The music started and he went through the choreography they’d sent, forgetting about his audience a couple of eight counts in. When they shut the music off practically mid-leap, his heart fell but he bowed and stepped forward for instructions.

“We’d like you back at three o’clock this afternoon to work with our top female leads. Plan to be here three to five hours.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” he told them, elated but trying to look calm. “I’ll see you then.”

He didn’t bother changing out of his dancewear, but put his clothes on over them and rapidly laced up his sneakers before running outside to tell Frisco.

* * * *

Cam was a nervous jitterbug on the drive home, and Frisco wished he’d brought a damned ball gag. The ballet company would post who made which roles online at noon Monday, and Cam was going to be a mess until he knew for sure. He thought he’d had great chemistry with the best female dancer, but he also had doubts.

When they finally pulled into the driveway at nine-thirty, Isaac, Cassie, and Jake were waiting for them on the front porch.

“Give everyone hugs and tell your story, but then I need you to go to the side door and come in as usual.”

He needed to get the boy into a different headspace or he’d drive himself — and everyone else — crazy between now and noon Monday.

Isaac walked them down to the water and they all sat on the boulders as Cam told his story from beginning to end, his arms and mouth going ninety miles an hour. He even stood on the boulder a few times to demonstrate a movement.

When they finally went inside, it took a few minutes for Cam to gather himself and greet them in the living room on his knees. Frisco let him move from position to position, lower and lower, until he was on his stomach with his arm stretched over his head and his feet pointed behind him — his hips high enough everyone could see his erection an inch off the floor.

Frisco made him hold the position until he began to shake, and then had him spend five minutes giving each Dom a blow-job before going down on Cassie.

“Okay, she’s had enough. Return to your knees and you have two minutes to lose your erection,” Frisco told him.

When he was still hard at the end of the two minutes, Frisco motioned towards the kitchen. “Your jailbird’s on the counter. Bring it and a bowl of ice water.”

Cam followed them downstairs to Isaac’s bedroom with the water and chastity device, and was told to kneel on the floor, stick his cock in the ice water until it was soft, and then put the device on.

When he was in it and expected Frisco to put the lock on, he was instead ordered to the bottom corner of the bed.

His heart sped as he realized they were locking him to the foot of the bed by his chastity device, the tether running between his legs like a tail behind him, so he faced them.

They also connected his right wrist to his left ankle, and Cam’s cock throbbed in its confines as the two men kissed over Cassie, and then proceeded to pleasure her and each other as Cam was forced to watch them as they played.

When he was sure they had to be almost finished, they put Cassie on her back with her feet and wrists connected over her head, and her bottom at the edge of the bed. Frisco sank into her, and Cam’s cock pulsed painfully when he realized Isaac was preparing to fuck Frisco.

They’d situated Cam with the tether short enough it pulled his cock back and down when he moved his hips. But he couldn’t help but squirm and moan as he watched the three of them moving, grunting, gasping, and finally reaching climax.

The three fell into a relaxed pile and Cam closed his eyes. He was the slave, in his place at the bottom of the bed when they didn’t have use for him.

Isaac went to get washcloths to clean everyone up, and disconnected the short tether from Cam’s cock only to connect a longer one to his free ankle. He left Cam’s wrist and ankle joined, patted him on the ass, kissed his cheek, and said, “Good night, slave boy.”

This was what Cam had asked for, and while he hated laying here frustrated and alone, he needed it. He’d appreciate cuddling with them all the more tomorrow night. Tonight was a reminder of his status — one he’d been sorely missing.

“Lights out,” came Isaac’s voice an instant before the darkness settled around him like a three-ton blanket.

Cam couldn’t scream, couldn’t breathe, he could only fight his bonds. Frisco made it to him first as he told Isaac to get the lights.

The light came back on, but Cam still couldn’t function.

“Shhh, you’re okay, boy,” Frisco told him. “You need touch to deal with the dark? Why did we not realize?”

Cam nodded and managed to find his voice. “I didn’t know, either. Not your fault.”

“Of course it’s my fault, boy.”

Isaac had disconnected him from the bottom of the bed by this time, and lifted him to place him beside Frisco before securing him to the side.

Isaac crawled back in bed and asked, “You okay, Cam? Can I turn them out?”

Frisco’s arm was around him. He was safe. “I think so, Master.”

His adrenaline gave a small spike this time, but he could breathe. Frisco’s arm around him made all the difference.

“We’ll figure it out, boy. Until then, I’ve got you.”

Chapter Fifty-One

Frisco awoke with a start when his phone beeped a text message at nine the next morning. All of their phones stayed in the drawer while they slept, to make sure they didn’t light up and bother Isaac.

“You awake?” he asked Isaac.

“Am now. Go ahead and check it.”

Frisco crawled over Cam but kept his leg touching the boy so he wouldn’t lose contact. The text message was from Sam, asking him to step away from Cassie and call her.

“I need to take this outside. You want to come hold Cam in the dark, or turn the lights on?”

“I’m awake, too, and I need to pee, please,” Cam said in a sleepy voice.

“I’m
not
awake,” said Cassie. “I need to pee, but not bad enough to actually get out of bed.”

“Lights dim,” came Isaac’s voice, and you could almost hear his smile as he said it.

* * * *

“What’s up?” Frisco asked Sam from the kitchen, his heart in his throat.

“Clemente’s in surgery at a Pennsylvania hospital, his injuries were too much for the prison hospital.”

“What happened?”

“Details are sketchy but Tyler’s seeing what he can find out. Initial reports lead him to believe Clemente was brutally gang raped.”

Frisco breathed a sigh of relief. He’d been terrified the man had broken out of prison and was on the loose, or his lawyers had gotten him off and he was being released. “Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.”

“Won’t argue with you there, but it’s hit the internet and I didn’t know if Cassie had news alerts set, and I wanted her to hear it from us.”

“Thanks, you’ll let us know if Tyler gets details?”

“
When
Tyler gets details. And yes, I’ll let you know.”

* * * *

Cassie just knew he’d been called away because of news about Clemente, but Frisco didn’t look upset when he came back into the room.

Frisco stretched out across the bottom of the bed and rested his hand over the blanket above Cassie’s foot.

“It appears Clemente was gang raped in prison, and he’s in surgery at a hospital because his injuries were too much for the prison doctors to handle. Sam says there are internet reports saying he’s in surgery, but not why, and she wanted you to hear it from us and not read it online.”

Cassie sat up and pulled her legs to her, thankful Isaac had released her ankle from its tether.