Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (61 page)

“No orgasm today or tomorrow, but you were close. You’ll have another opportunity to earn one tomorrow,” Frisco informed him.

Cam’s heart dropped as he realized he’d likely have to go through this two or three times a day until he could manage the night at the foot of the bed. In the dark.

Still, the sooner he could handle it, the sooner he’d be at the foot of the bed and not sent to sleep in his room alone.

Cam had known the suspension cuffs meant extreme bondage at some point, so he wasn’t surprised when they put him on his back with the pulley chains attached to his ankles, and connected a spreader bar between his ankle cuffs.

He breathed through his fear and excitement as Isaac and Frisco worked in tandem to lift him off the ground until he hung by his ankles and not even his hands touched the ground.

His wrists were stretched out to the side, connected to rings in the floor with more chain, and then both Doms proceeded to flog and whip his entire body, with no explanation and no ceremony.

And no music.

Cam screamed, begged, and pleaded as the two worked on him simultaneously. Sometimes they both used floggers, while at other times one had a paddle and the other a loopy. Frisco flogged Cam’s vulnerable balls, and he thought it was Isaac who caned his asshole, but it could have been both.

The Doms raised him higher, and Isaac’s cock came at his mouth. Cam opened to accept it, and screamed around it when a whip struck his back.

The two took turns whipping him and fucking his face for what seemed forever, and when they finally let him down Frisco made him go into the pose for a push up, put a dog bowl of ice water below his cock, and ordered him to let himself down until his cock and balls were submerged.

They knew how much he hated this, how demoralizing it was to have to ice his own cock and balls, and he loved them for making him.

Cam groaned when he saw the jailbird with the urethral insert, but didn’t fight them as they put it on him.

He hadn’t enjoyed being able to jack off or come whenever he wanted. He’d needed this kind of control, and he felt tears forming.

Isaac noticed them first and said, “Hey hey, good tears or bad, boy?”

“Good,” Cam managed, though it sounded pathetic. “This is like, it’s like coming home. Proof you own me.”

“Of course we do. You’re ours, no one else’s.” Isaac’s arms were so comforting, so warm, so
strong
. He knew the man could use them against him, as he had earlier when he’d slapped him as he hung upside down, just because he could.

But Isaac also used his big strong arms to hold him, and love him, and Cam needed both cruel and kind.

They maneuvered him into a doggie style at the edge of the bed, with Isaac behind him and Frisco in front, and they used him for what seemed forever. He couldn’t get off, couldn’t even get hard, and he loved being their vessel. A slave to be used for their indulgence.

Isaac’s cock was so damned big, and spread him wider than he remembered, but he dealt with it and was happy to provide them pleasure. He also remembered Frisco saying the two of them found intimacy by using him together, and his heart swelled that he could help the two of them find a way to express their love for each other.

Cam’s cock tried to get hard, and he loved the pain and frustration of the jailbird. His cock belonged to his Masters, and they didn’t want it hard now.

They both came in him, and pulled out before they were finished to spurt on his face and back. Frisco rubbed his cum into Cam’s face as Isaac rubbed his into Cam’s ass and back.

“You’ll wear it tonight, and know you’re owned.”

“One last thing,” Isaac said as he rolled the boy over. “I want you to cry for me.”

Cam’s heart stopped as Isaac reached for his balls, already bunched together from the cock ring behind them, locking the jailbird on.

“I’m gonna count to twelve. I’m going to hurt you.”

Cam forced himself to relax, to submit to Isaac. “I’m yours, Master. I’ll cry for you all you need me to.”

Isaac squeezed and said, “One Mississippi…”

The pain was as if lightning struck every nerve in his balls and then traveled up his body in white-hot agony. Cam thought he might puke, and he screamed and fought as Frisco held him in place.

Being held by a person is different from being held by ropes or chains. There is intent to hold you still while you are hurt, and it was as if both men had him by the balls.

He was crying when Isaac reached twelve, bawling like a baby, and both men wrapped him in their arms and soothed him, assuring him it was over and he was okay.

He fell asleep in their arms, secure in the knowledge he was loved.

He was vaguely aware of them bringing Cassie to bed at some point, but not enough to rouse himself to talk to her.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

It was nearly three weeks before everyone’s bedrooms were finished, though the shared bedroom was ready sooner.

A modified Saint Andrew’s Cross was permanently affixed to one wall of their bedroom, with a heavy tapestry in front of it when not in use. A swinging chair was in a corner, but could quickly be replaced with a sex sling.

Cassie also learned first-hand some of the many possibilities the swing chair provided.

And the bed was the twelve foot by ten foot super-king-sized version of Isaac’s bed, though this one was white instead of black, and had an extra support column at the bottom of the bed, so they could string Cam and Cassie up in a big X at the same time.

Cassie thought Cam had done a good job of settling into his new responsibilities, and had to admit she was kind of spoiled by never having to worry about washing her clothes, cleaning a toilet, or vacuuming Jake’s ever-present dog hair.

Her house sold for the asking price, which had been a good bit more than she’d hoped to actually get.

Cam still couldn’t handle the dark without touch, and she missed him when he wasn’t in bed.

Well, she didn’t mind the undivided attention from both Doms the night before, but she missed cuddling and talking the next morning.

She also felt for him when they took him down in the morning and again in the evening for his light/dark conditioning. She tried to spoil and pamper him afterwards, but Frisco and Isaac told her they saw to Cam’s needs afterwards and she shouldn’t treat him any different.

Now, as she stepped into the shared bedroom after bathing and shaving in her own bathroom instead of the shared one, she stopped in the doorway. Unsure.

Isaac walked to her and pulled her into his warm, safe, embrace.

“It’s going to be good, Sweet Thing.”

“I know, but I needed some time to myself first. Sorry.”

“No apologies,” he said as he walked her to the bed. “We understand.”

Frisco tsk’d as he slid her robe from her shoulders, but she didn’t apologize for wearing it. She’d needed to come to them covered. Needed to be okay with it when they took it off.

“I love you all,” she said, more emotional than she wanted to be.

“We love you,” Cam said, lying on his back in the center of the bed, his legs bound together with plastic wrap, his cock standing proud.

“Can I kiss him?” she asked the two Doms.

They looked at each other before Frisco smiled and said, “Sure, but you have to crawl over him, on all fours, your body above his.”

She didn’t mind the command at all, so she crawled onto the bed and made her way up his body as if she were a cat stalking prey. His smile was pure joy, and in a rare dominant moment she kissed him as Isaac and Frisco usually kissed her — taking charge of his mouth, pressing his lips open, invading with her tongue.

One of the men touched her bottom, stroked down, moved towards her girl parts. She arched her back and moaned, and was rewarded with two fingers trailing down her labia.

“Turn around, sit on Cam’s face and lean forward to take him into your mouth.” Isaac told her.

Cam was a quick learner, and had come a long ways in learning how to pleasure her with his mouth. She hadn’t minded the hours of Frisco showing his tricks, and then Isaac demonstrating his. Sometimes it was good to be the guinea pig.

She didn’t turn to see who placed the kiss on her lower back, or who pressed a lubed finger into her bottom.

She was crazy with need when they turned her around, moved Cam’s head near the edge of the bed, and ordered her to sit on Cam’s cock. It slid in with ease, and she groaned as Cam reached up to pull her down to him.

“You’re only embracing her, holding her while she wants to be held,” Frisco said, his voice firm. “If she wants up, you let go.”

“I know, Master. She’s fine. She’s good.” Cam looked into her eyes and smiled, and she brought her lips to his again, assuming they no longer needed permission.

She tasted herself on his lips and opened him, delving her tongue to taste more.

A hand touched her cheek and she broke off the kiss to raise her face.

“I have another use for your mouth, Sweetness.” Frisco stood by the bed, his cock in her face.

They’d laid her out, with her legs straight on the outside of Cam’s, and now she felt Isaac’s cock at her ass, pressing.

“Let me in your mouth, and Isaac in your bottom. All three of us at once.”

Eventually she knew she’d need to take them when she was on all fours. Marcus was right, she needed to create a good experience in place of the bad, but she’d thought she might be okay with it slightly different the first time — three people instead of two, and lying on her stomach instead of over a spanking bench.

It worked, and she realized this was all pleasure. Isaac’s cock was larger than Frisco’s but they’d prepared her for it. Taking Isaac and Cam at the same time was a tight fit, but she wanted him, needed him.

She couldn’t beg for Isaac to go faster with Frisco’s cock in her mouth, and couldn’t get leverage to push up onto him.

He only went in a few inches, pulled out, back in an inch or two, back out.

It wasn’t until she was a trembling mass of aroused need that he finally drove into her, taking her all at once, and she screamed in ecstasy at the burn and fullness. When his hips finally touched her bottom, he held inside a handful of seconds before he pulled out and rammed himself back in. She wiggled and tried to encourage him, but Cam pulled her to him and said, “Just let him take you, Cass. He’ll make it good. Submit to it. He’s driving the bus. You and I are just along for the ride.”

Frisco and Isaac seemed to speed up and slow down together, both of them thrusting and withdrawing in sync. She wished she could watch them looking at each other over her back, as she’d watched so many times when they’d taken Cam together.

She needed to come so bad, but held it together until Cam gasped, “
God
Cass, I’m not allowed to come until they say but watching his cock go down your throat is almost too much. You feel so good, and the visual is just…”

Cassie came unglued, but Cam and Isaac held her as her body thrashed and twisted, struggling to find a complete release, but her orgasm just kept ramping up, and up, and up, with no final relief in sight.

She felt Frisco go first, and tasted him as he came in her mouth instead of down her throat, she heard them give Cam permission, and finally returned to earth as Isaac came deep in her ass.

Isaac plugged her bottom when he pulled out — she’d told them she wanted them to treat her more like Cam, and they seemed to be giving her what she wanted.

They all fell into a relaxed pile, though Isaac went to the bathroom to clean himself, and brought towels to make sure everyone was taken care of. He let Jake in and joined them, where they all just lay for a while before they started talking.

Usually, the group fell asleep after an intense scene, but this was different. Cassie sat up and looked around at them all, and focused on Isaac and Frisco as she asked, “Do you think the two of you can go again if I have a special request?”

“With Cam as fluffer?” Frisco asked. “Of course. What do you want, Sweetness?”

“I want you to take me downstairs, lean me over the fucking bar, and one of you take my ass while the other fucks my face, and then after a while, one of you sit on a chair, and sit my pussy down on your cock while the other fucks my ass.” She was quiet a few seconds and said, “And my arms need to be bound behind my back.”

Frisco opened his mouth and Cam said, “Please, Master. Don’t ask if she’s sure, just do it for her? Please?”

Frisco looked at him as if to reprimand him, but Isaac said, “He’s right.” He looked to Cassie and said, “Any other instructions?”

She shook her head, “No, just…now? Before I change my mind?”

Isaac went to pick her up and she said, “Wait, there’s something else. Once you get started, will you hold me in place and let me fight? Not just with bondage, but your hands, holding me?”

* * * *

Cassie expected to have to endure it, but she should have known better. Frisco stopped to let Jake back out, and Isaac carried her to the playroom and took his time strapping the wrist cuffs onto her — so methodical, so careful.