Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (62 page)

Frisco put Cam in the small cage and bound his chastity device to the bars so he’d have to stay on hands and knees at the back of the cage, and then joined Isaac and Cassie in time to bring her hands behind her back and connect the cuffs.

Isaac lifted her, carried her to the bar, and leaned her over it.

They’d stretched a half-dozen bungee cords across the horizontal supports, so when she leaned forwards something besides cold steel supported her upper body.

“We’ll end up as you asked us, but can we get you there our own way?” Isaac asked, stooped so they were eye to eye.

She considered the question and nodded, and he smiled and kissed her nose.

Frisco went into her pussy from behind and she gasped and then squirmed. Isaac walked behind her, and she was pretty sure it was his gloved fingers she felt lubing and stretching her ass while Frisco slowly went in and out of her pussy, driving her insane.

With her hands behind her back she couldn’t change positions or support herself, and was totally at their mercy, but she didn’t want control. She needed this from them. The good overwriting the bad, like saving a file with the same name and different contents.

Isaac came around front, stepped to her mouth, and let her take him in and get comfortable with him in her mouth before he started moving.

Frisco came out of her pussy and pressed into her ass. He didn’t push in with all of his strength, but went fast enough and hard enough it worked. She’d taken Isaac earlier and was sore, but was also stretched and ready.

Isaac’s hands held her upper torso in place, and Frisco’s held her hips. At some point they moved their handholds, so Isaac held the back of her head as he fucked it, and Frisco held the metal between her wrist cuffs for leverage as he pounded her sore bottom.

And this was Frisco and Isaac, and it was exactly as it should be. How many times had she begged Frisco to be rough with her when she’d first started seeing him? And how often had she watched them use Cam and wish it were her?

She was finally in the middle with neither of them holding back, or at least, not holding back much, and she reveled in it.

She knew she could stop it if she wanted. She’d stopped them a few times during those first weeks, just to prove to herself she could. Right now, three beats of her head on Isaacs front, or opening and closing her hands three times in a row so Frisco could see, or just three sharp screams, and they’d both pull out and then approach her slowly to see what she needed.

But Cassie didn’t need the proof anymore.

She felt the seeds of an orgasm growing and then blossoming from the dual sensations of Isaac pounding her face and Frisco pounding her ass, and when the pleasure began to unravel inside of her, ready to release and explode, Frisco reached below her and pressed around her clit to send her even higher.

The world went black, and the next thing she knew she was on the mat looking up, with two concerned faces peering down at her.

“You okay, Sweetness?”

“Wonderful.” She drew the word out, and thought she sounded drunk. “But ya’ll are still hard.”

“We are, but you’re done for the night,” Isaac said. He looked at Frisco. “I want you in Cam’s mouth while I take your ass. Can you re-tie the boy so his mouth is forced open between the bars?”

Frisco nodded and walked to Cam while Isaac took care of Cassie, cleaning her up and wrapping a blanket around her before asking if she was okay to watch them finish off on Cam.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” she answered with a lazy smile.

Frisco put a Jennings gag in Cam’s mouth and tied his head off so he couldn’t pull back from the bars. He also lubed and stretched himself while waiting for Isaac to get Cassie situated.

She looked to be sure they’d released his balls from the back of the cage, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw they had. They’d never harm him, but sometimes they hurt him pretty bad. He seemed to enjoy it but she still had trouble watching the worst of it, and had asked to never again be present when they stuck needles into him.

Frisco crammed his cock into Cam’s mouth, leaned over the top of the cage. Isaac went into Frisco a few inches, waited probably a tenth as long as he had for her, and then pressed in again. Frisco groaned and closed his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

Cassie could see Cam’s cock hopelessly trying to get hard in the jailbird, and had to agree it was hot watching Frisco’s cock go down his throat.

Isaac didn’t take long to get off, and he told Frisco to come just before he let loose. It wasn’t an order, more of a warning that Isaac was about to finish.

The two fell to the side, and then hugged and held each other a few moments before making their way back to Cass while leaving Cam in the cage, his mouth still held wide open between the bars.

They finally roused, and Isaac carried Cassie to bed as Frisco walked to Cam’s cage.

“I can walk, Sir,” Cassie told Isaac as he carried her up the steps.

“Yes, but I need to carry you right now. Are you okay?”

“I’m great. Marcus was right. The scene in my memory? It’s isn’t as powerful. The ghost of it is still there, but…it doesn’t have the power it held before.”

For the first time, Isaac connected her and Cam’s left ankles together before securing Cam’s ankle to the bed. Cam spooned into her from behind. Frisco spooned behind Cam, and Isaac held her and Cam from their front. She snuggled her forehead into Isaac’s chest and drifted off — tired, sore, and happy.

Chapter Sixty

Six weeks later, the house was finished, new landscaping installed, and the group had settled into an almost-routine.

Their families would arrive tomorrow for a big housewarming party, and Cassie found herself looking forward to it.

She and Cam had met Isaac’s mom and dad a month ago, and she’d fallen in love with them immediately.

Cassie had taken everyone to her work one Saturday to meet her brother. He couldn’t know any details, of course, and only knew these were her friends, but it’d meant a lot to her when her men asked to meet him. She didn’t dare try to bring him to the party, as it would be too much for him. It was enough for her to see him five days a week, at work.

Frisco had taken her, Cam, and Isaac to Frisco’s mom’s restaurant a few times and they’d met his mother, grandmother, and sisters. His mother made it clear she didn’t approve but would still welcome them all as family. So far, she’d been welcoming and kind, and Cassie was inclined to take her at her word. Frisco’s sisters had taken varying amounts of time to be friendly, but all seemed okay with the arrangement, now. And his grandmother was a hoot. She didn’t seem to understand the bisexual portion, and no one was inclined to explain it to her, so she appeared to imagine Cassie was taking on three guys by herself and thought her a strong woman, if a little crazy.

Cassie had invited her mother and current stepfather to the house to meet everyone last weekend, and her mom had been more concerned with who owned the house and whether Cassie would be protected “when” they all split up. It had been an awkward evening, and one she didn’t want to go through again. Her mother wasn’t invited tomorrow, as Cassie had asked her dad and his partner to come.

Her father had met everyone and was fine with them, though he of course had reservations until he got to know her guys.

So, tomorrow, they’d have her dad and his partner, Cam’s family, Frisco’s family, and Isaac’s parents. Twenty-seven people, plus the four of them, equaled thirty one people in their house at once.

Frisco had brought enough tables and chairs to set up in the great room so the adults could sit and eat together. The kitchen table would be the children’s table, for the kids in Cam and Frisco’s family. Cassie was secretly happy Cam’s little sister would rank adult-table status, and planned to try to sit by her if at all possible.

As she tumbled into bed Cassie’s mind raced a million miles a minute, but Isaac brought her back to the present when he touched her shorts and asked, “Clothes in bed, Sweet Thing?”

“Yeah, it’s that time of the month and I feel icky. I’m not wearing a shirt, just the shorts.”

The two Doms looked at each other, and Frisco said, “You get her in the shower while I start with Cam?”

“Works for me.”

Isaac picked her up and started walking to the shower.

“But, it’s, I’m… I get a break when I’m on my period!”

“Really? Cause I don’t remember seeing that in your contract.”

“Because it isn’t!” Frisco yelled from the bedroom.

“Well, no, but it’s understood! No one has to do anything on their period!” Or, she’d never had to before. Of course, she’d always managed to stay home and away from them, but now that they were living together she was stuck here.

Isaac chuckled. “Nice try, Sweet Thing.”

Strong fingers tapped the touch screen outside the shower, and he walked in with her without removing her shorts.

“I’ll step outside a minute if you want to clean up some without me. Let me know when you’re ready for me to come back.” He touched her chin, lowered his voice. “If you step outside the shower without permission I’ll lay into your ass with my belt.”

He’d belted her once and she didn’t want to experience it again as a punishment.

She peeled her shorts and panties off, and wadded everything up so he wouldn’t see the pad. She had a tampon in, too, but had worn both to be sure she didn’t get anything on the sheets.

“You can come back,” she told him when she’d soaped herself and used the showerhead to rinse. Not that she needed to, but just in case.

He brought a tampon, but she said, “I have one in already. It hasn’t been in long.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So the shower wasn’t necessary?”

“I didn’t say I
was
icky, just that I
felt
icky.”

He grinned. “Well, okay then. Let’s get you dried off. You still have two functioning holes.”

She expected to be self-conscious, but once again her guys handled everything so she didn’t feel bad. Both Doms used her ass, and she gave all three of them blow-jobs, though there was soap and water involved after the ass part. No one wanted to get her sick.

They both used Cam as well, and even let him have two orgasms before forcing a third from him.

When they were all lying in their relaxed puddle afterwards, Isaac said, “I have a request, Sweet Thing.”

He sounded so serious, she said, “Anything, Master.”

“As much as I’d like to take you up on it, I need you to okay the specific request. I want to hurt you. Bad pain. I want real tears from you so I can soothe you through them after I hurt you. It won’t last longer than a minute, and possibly only about thirty or forty seconds, but it will be bad.”

Cam said, “No, God no, Cass—” before Frisco put his hand over the boy’s mouth and reached into a side drawer for a large ball gag as he ordered Cam to be silent. He popped the gag into Cam’s mouth, connected his wrist cuffs behind his back, and then flipped him on his stomach and connected his ankles to his wrists. Cassie wanted to defend him, to make them stop, but knew they’d only be upset with her if she protested. He was their slave, and she had no say-so in how he was treated as long as he wasn’t being harmed.

Cam got eye contact with Cassie and shook his head no, and Cassie looked to Frisco, who said, “Cam’s been through it, as have I, though it’s a little different for us guys. Isaac likes to do it when you’re already exhausted, so now would be ideal but I’m kind of in the same camp as Cam, where I don’t really want to see it.” He glanced at Isaac and back to Cassie. “However, if you agree to it, I’ll help him.”

“How often do you need to do this?” she asked Isaac.

“Not often. Some people? Only once. Others? Maybe once or twice a year.”

“Less than a minute of pain?”

“Yes, but…” He shook his head and repeated, “Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“We need to keep Cam locked up. Keep him out of trouble,” Isaac said to Frisco as he walked to the toy closet.

Isaac showed her the alligator clamps and the TENS unit. “The clamps will hurt, but it’s the electricity going into your clit that’ll be the worst. No safeword for a minute. Agreed?”

Cassie nodded and started to get really scared when Isaac tied one of her legs to the bed’s column, and straddled her other leg, squeezing it between his.

“You have her arms?” he asked Frisco.

“I do.” Frisco restrained her arms over her head, wrist cuffs connected while he held the connection between to the mattress. His other arm rested on her forearm, his grip slack, for now.

Isaac made some adjustments on the TENS unit, set the timer permanently mounted inconspicuously on the headboard for one minute and ten seconds, and watched as the timer counted down to a minute. He snapped both alligator clips on her clit at the same time, the electricity already on.

The searing pain was like lightning shooting into her clit, and she screamed a blood curdling noise she was sure could be heard miles away. She tried to fight, to shake them off and flee, but they held her firm. There was no escape; there was only pain.