Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (57 page)

Cam was a bundle of excitement when they opened the door for him, and he let them all hug him, but then paced and walked the room.

Cassie knew he’d been asked to dye his hair black. He’d sent her a picture, but she was still caught off guard. However, before she could say anything Frisco practically barked, “You’ve lost weight, boy.”

Cam’s jeans hung on his hips and Frisco didn’t look pleased.

“Have I? I don’t know.” Cam didn’t seem to care, either, but added, “There are no scales, but we’ve had all-day rehearsals so I’m not surprised. I promise I’ve been eating, it’s like I starve all the time.”

Cassie touched Frisco’s arm and said, “He has twelve shows over the next nine days, and then he’s ours again. You can fatten him back up once we get him home.” Not that Cam ever looked anything but hot, with his washboard abs and skinny frame showing every fucking muscle in his body. Besides, she wasn’t sure Frisco was right. Cam’s waist was possibly smaller and his abs even more defined, but she thought his shoulders and arms were bigger, and possibly his thighs, though she wouldn’t know for sure until he was naked.

Cassie made a point of looking him over from head to toe, and said, “I think you may have buffed up a little in your shoulders and arms, actually. I can’t wait to see you in your costume, and then naked tonight.”

Frisco put his hand on Cassie’s back. “No talk of sex until afterwards. We promised.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and meant it. She hadn’t intended the statement to raise the subject of sex, but could see from everyone’s expression, she had.

Cam rolled his eyes. “It’s okay. I figured one of the guys would be the one to break it, not you.” He looked at his watch. “Ya’ll are going to drop me off and then go eat, right? And then come to the cast party afterwards?”

“We’ll be there, boy,” Isaac said with just a touch of Dom in his voice. Cassie could tell Frisco was having a hard time not reining their boy in, too, but they all knew he could manage himself for performances and needed the excitement he built up beforehand.

“You’ve prepared your cast mates for two boyfriends and a girlfriend? Or are we just going to be your friends?” Cassie asked.

“Oh, I’ve told several of them, but I don’t think they believe me.” He shrugged. “I didn’t argue the point. I didn’t need them to believe me; I just needed them to stop hitting on me.”

“You haven’t told me about them hitting on you being a problem,” Frisco said.

Cam looked at Cassie, and she said, “Everyone wants to fuck the lead dancer. Plus, I mean, just fucking
look
at him. I thought he was sex-on-a-stick when I first saw him on the end of your leash, and he’s a thousand times hotter now.”

“So,” Isaac asked with a chuckle, “how did you manage to fight them all off? ‘Cause I have to agree with Cassie about the sex-on-stick thing.”

Cam shrugged. “I flirted with everyone so they wouldn’t think I was an ass, but kept telling them I was taken, and madly in love with all three of my partners.” He looked down. “I wanted to say my Masters and my girlfriend, but…”

Isaac pulled him into a hug and said, “I know, boy. You tell us how you want us to act with you tonight, and we’ll do it. You have another week with the cast and crew, so whatever we can do to make it easier? We will.”

“Just be my overbearing boyfriends? Not too much Dom stuff, but make it clear I’m yours?” He looked to Cassie and added, “Don’t be afraid to touch me and hold me? I know you don’t like PDA, but it’s okay with this group. I mean, no supercharged kissing, but everyone’s pretty touchy-feely.”

* * * *

Cassie was breathless through most of the performance.

She knew Cam was good, but wasn’t prepared for his strength, athleticism, and grace combined with the beautiful stage set, the costumes, and the men and women dancing around him.

He held Giselle over his head and flipped her around, and they were almost through the first act before Cassie stopped gasping every time the girl looked like she was about to hit the floor head first.

Cam had her. He was so strong, so skilled, and the two worked together beautifully.

During his solo piece Cam flew through the air with more grace than should be possible, his legs and arms in unbelievable positions as he soared and landed as if gravity didn’t apply to him.

Cassie couldn’t believe the intricacy the choreographer had added to the many spin sequences. Cam had told her they’d started with the original choreography and upped the volume, but she was amazed at the complexity woven in without losing the emotional impact of the story. Of course, Cam was a master at pirouettes and fouettés, so it’d only been a matter of playing to his strengths.

Cam was the personification of grace, balance, strength, and raw talent. She’d always thought so but tonight with a cast of true professionals, he shined brightest of all. Of course, maybe she was biased, but she didn’t think her love for him made him into a better dancer. He was
magnificent
.

When she’d first watched him dance, so long ago in Tom’s dojo, she’d thought there was nothing submissive about Cam when he danced. However, over time she’d come to realize he submitted his soul and his body to the dance. To the music.

When the curtain finally went down for the last time she was bawling her eyes out. Not just because of the sad storyline, but because her heart was so full of emotion after watching Cam dance it.

The cast party would be held at a restaurant about a block away, but Cam had been given one backstage pass for someone to use after the performance. The men walked Cassie to the security guard blocking the way backstage, and then went to the restaurant to wait for them to arrive.

The security guard gave her directions, and Cassie wound her way through a maze before coming to the side of the stage. She took a right turn, walked to the second door, and knocked.

“Cass, is that you?”

The door opened a crack, then all the way and he came out, shirtless and only in his tights to pull her into a big bear hug.

“You’ve been crying!” he exclaimed.

“You were beautiful, and exquisite, and you take my breath away.” She barely got the words out before tears were coming again, and he pulled her into his dressing room, closed the door, and hugged her again. “You should be in New York, or Chicago, somewhere with a famous ballet,” she told him, though it broke her heart to say it.

“Maybe, but I decided long ago I’d rather have dance be my heart and soul, and not my livelihood.” He pulled back and wiped her tears. “I’ll always dance, but I’d rather be in small local productions where I can keep it fun, than step into the cutthroat world of professional dance and someday maybe hate it. I’ve loved my experience here, but only because I knew it was for a short time before I could come home.”

Cassie touched up her make-up as he dressed, and they stepped out of the dressing room with their arms around each other’s waists.

“Ah,” someone said behind them, “this must be the mythical girlfriend. Where are the boyfriends?”

Cassie turned and smiled. “We only had one backstage pass, so they’re waiting for us at the restaurant.”

The boy’s smile faltered, and Cam chuckled as he introduced them.

Isaac and Frisco were waiting outside the restaurant, and Cam ran the last couple of steps and hugged them both at the same time.

“You were fantastic, boy. You had our girl crying, you were so good.”

“Yeah, she cried a little more in my dressing room. Let’s go in, I’m starving!”

They were ushered into a large room in the back with tables full of food. Cam grabbed a plate, filled it full, and practically inhaled it before filling another.

Meanwhile, everyone wanted to tell him how well he’d done and how beautiful he danced. And it seemed they wanted an introduction to his
friends
.

The group met the woman who played Giselle, and she wrapped her arm around Cam’s waist possessively and said, “No one else believed him about you three, but I knew he wouldn’t make something like this up.” She looked at Cassie. “You learn a lot about someone when they have you lifted in the air over their head for sometimes hours a day. He’s a catch.”

“Yeah, he is,” Cassie agreed.

She wasn’t sure she liked the way the woman seemed to claim him, but didn’t do anything to mess up whatever dance relationship the two had. She trusted Cam.

She didn’t trust the other men and women, but she didn’t have to, because she knew Cam would never betray their relationship.

The director wrapped the party up at one in the morning, reminding the dancers they had three shows tomorrow and two Sunday, and they needed to go home and get some sleep before returning to the theatre by eleven o’clock for warm-ups for the matinee performance.

Cassie and Isaac sat in the front seat on the way to the hotel, so Frisco could start making out with Cam in the backseat.

* * * *

Cam was overwhelmed with so much sensory input and teasing, and was hard as a rock by the time Isaac parked in the hotel’s garage.

He just knew they’d torture him in the elevator, and Cam relaxed into his Master as another couple stepped into the elevator with them.

However, the second they were in their room, Frisco was pulling Cam’s shirt off.

“I had to watch this beautiful body cavort around the stage when I haven’t been in it for
weeks
,” he said. “I know we have to take it easy on you tonight, but fuck if I don’t want to pound you unconscious.”

Cam wanted it, too, but he also knew he had to be responsible. He couldn’t risk going on stage at less than one hundred percent, not when he literally held someone’s life in his hands over his head.

“I’m sorry, Mas—”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I know I have to leave you in good enough shape for three shows tomorrow, but you need a good ass-fucking, boy. Don’t try to tell me you don’t.”

“I do, Master, in the worst way.” God, he wanted them both to ravage him. He needed to belong them, needed to be reminded he was owned — body and soul. Isaac had told him to enjoy his month of freedom, but he missed his slavery. He wouldn’t give up this chance to dance his dream role for anything, but he hadn’t realized how hard it would be to go home to an empty bed every night.

And not even home, just a place to sleep and wake up.

Isaac herded everyone to the bedroom and stripped Cassie, and the next thing Cam knew, he was between Cass’s legs with someone directing his cock into her pussy.

He and Cassie both groaned in pleasure, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and said, “God, I’ve missed you.”

Cam was about to tell her he loved her when Frisco’s slick finger went into his ass, quickly joined by another.

Cassie giggled below him, and he felt it in his cock, buried inside of her.

“I love you, Cass.”

“Love you, too, Cam.”

Frisco lubed him in record time, and in moments his cock spread Cam’s ass, and pressed Cam’s cock farther into Cass.

Cam lowered his head until his cheek was beside Cassie’s.

A few seconds later though, when he realized just how impatient Frisco was, he lifted his head and begged, “God, please give me a minute, Master. It’s been weeks!”

“Yeah? Be thankful it’s my cock and not Isaac’s, beautiful boy.”

Frisco pressed all the way in and held still. He wrapped his arms around Cam’s torso and asked, “When’s the last time you came?”

“This morning, in the shower, Master, excited about seeing the three of you again.” God, he needed to come again, though. An orgasm he gave himself — with no one to give permission — was just an empty physical release. It only meant something when one of his Masters was right there, giving approval.

“Are you enjoying the right to masturbate whenever you want?”

Cam shook his head. “I’d rather have you and Isaac in charge, Master.”

“Mmm, I’d rather be in charge, too. You have permission to come while I’m fucking you, but I won’t stop until I’m done so you may want to wait until I get close.”

“Will you tell me to come when you’re close? Please, Master? God, I just need to hear you give me permission when I’m about to blow.
Please
.”

“Whatever you need tonight, boy,” Frisco said without letting up.

Isaac leaned in and played with Cassie’s clit, and as Frisco got close, Isaac ordered Cass to come.

She did, and as she started thrashing under them, Frisco ordered Cam to come.

Cam’s orgasm hit like a rocket blast, and he screamed through his release along with Cass a few moments before Frisco stopped pumping and emptied himself deep in Cam’s ass.

Cam felt someone cleaning him up, and knew Cassie got up, but he was so tired from his day, he luxuriated in the feel of Frisco’s arms around him as he tumbled into sleep.

* * * *

“Whether you think you’re done or not, you still have work to do, Sweet Thing,” Isaac told Cassie as he carried her into the suite’s living room and closed the door to the bedroom.