Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (39 page)

“It was pretty cold when you were here, it never came up.” Frisco shrugged. “We can go out tomorrow and play to your heart’s content, though.”

“Will you snuggle with us, Sir?”

Cassie hadn’t been sure she could handle both men naked at the same time, but she felt safe, not threatened, and snuggled into both of them with a happy sigh.

“Sir?” Cassie asked.

Frisco responded, “Yes, Sweetness,” as Isaac said, “I’m here.”

Laughing, she said, “Maybe I should call one of you Master and the other Sir?”

She felt them looking at each other over her head, and Isaac said, “How about calling us both Master or Sir as you wish, and when you need to make the distinction, it would be Master Isaac or Master Frisco?”

She looked at both men, and then turned to Frisco. “Isaac talked to me about the possibility of us going back to our D/s relationship, but using nonsexual consequences until I can handle the stuff he did, before.”

Frisco nodded. “Cam and Isaac have lobbied hard for me to give physical consequences when you don’t submit properly.”

Cassie’s heart sped. “And?”

“I’m still opposed to striking you as punishment, but could probably handle making you kneel in the corner on rice for five or ten minutes.” He leaned down to give her a peck on the lips. “I much prefer to have you submit and not need correction, but I understand it’s something you needed that I didn’t provide.”

His gaze was intense, and she met it without shying away and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

Cam stirred on his cushion and Frisco looked to Isaac. “You want to do the honors?”

Isaac nodded, stood, and bent over Cam. Cassie gasped as Isaac picked him up as if he weighed nothing at all and settled him on the bed near her.

She looked to Frisco. “Can I touch him?”

“You may pet him and tell him he’s being good, and he’s beautiful, and you love him, but nothing requiring a response.”

Isaac and Frisco worked together to take Cam’s puppy gear off, and it took them nearly ten minutes to remove everything except his tail and chastity device.

Isaac buckled wrist and ankle cuffs onto Cam as Frisco touched the base of their slave’s chin and asked, “You back, boy?”

“Yes, Master.” Cam acted as if he needed to learn to use his tongue and lips again.

“We still need to use you one more time, and then you can sleep. Lie on your back, please.”

Frisco attached right wrist to right ankle as Isaac did the same on the other side.

Cam was situated with his ass practically hanging off the end of the bed, and Isaac lubed himself and then Cam, and pressed into him.

Cassie’s insides heated and her clit throbbed as Cam’s voice broadcast pain and anguish, but his eyes told them all how much he wanted to be spread open and filled by Isaac.

When Isaac was in, he nodded to Frisco, who straddled Cam’s chest and leaned forward to put his cock into his boy’s mouth.

Frisco manipulated Cassie in front of him, and she was once again immersed in bliss as he leaned forward to lick both sides of her clit while simultaneously sinking into Cam’s throat.

* * * *

Cam had been required to service two masters at the same time before, but this was pure heaven. He loved Frisco, and cared so much for Isaac.

And Isaac’s cock in his ass was always an intense treat.

Frisco didn’t push him farther than he could go, but carried him just to the edge of needing oxygen until his body was practically in full-on panic.

He could hear Cassie moaning, and Frisco ordering her to come as he pounded Cam’s mouth and throat, bruising his lips with the intensity.

Isaac started at full speed, his powerful thighs pistoning into Cam with no mercy. He’d likely had to be ultra-careful with Cassie, and Cam would pay any price for the two Doms to keep treating her with kid gloves.

His cock unsuccessfully tried to grow inside his chastity device. This one had a solid end, completely covering his glans, but small spaces between a few rings at the midpoint allowed his penis to swell painfully through them until it looked obscene. Frisco had opted to use the urethral insert, and Cam’s hard-on was becoming most uncomfortable.

Frisco had told him it might be a while before he had another release, but he’d given him two amazing orgasms, and then forced another two ejaculations from him before inserting the urethral sound, locking the device on, and finally teasing him until he was as erect as the device allowed.

Cam worked his tongue over Frisco’s cock as best he could but his Master wasn’t looking for a blow-job, he was fucking his throat — using him as a vessel for pleasure without regards to how the vessel felt.

Still, with each thrust Cam stretched his tongue up and caught the spot where his Master’s balls met his cock, and a dozen or so punches down his throat later, Frisco emptied himself deep inside his slave’s esophagus.

Slave.

He’d asked to be pet and slave as it suited his Masters’ whim, and he was certainly being used as a slave, now.

Isaac had slowed a little as Frisco emptied himself down Cam’s throat, but picked up now. Frisco’s cock was still in Cam’s mouth, but he knew to keep gentle pressure without moving his tongue. His Master had trained him well.

Cassie screamed her way through another orgasm, and Master Isaac picked up even more speed and power, gripping Cam’s legs to keep from hammering him up the bed.

Overwhelmed, Cam screamed around Master Frisco’s cock — no one fucked him as hard as Isaac, and combined with all of the orgasms he’d been gifted with and then forced through, not to mention the needle play Frisco had put him through, and the time as a dog, and now his cock throbbing with each heartbeat as it tried to get hard in its stainless steel prison…

All he could do was scream and wail.

The friction, the pounding, and the size of the cock taking him —
owning him
— the sensations were too much and threatened to sweep him under.

And then there was only pain.

Something squeezed his balls and he could no longer scream, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t
think
.

Frisco’s cock was no longer in his mouth, and he looked down to see the man squeezing his balls as he lifted them up into the air, pulling them away from his body.

Isaac pushed the backs of Cam’s knees away from his body, which kept his hands — locked to his ankles — out of the way and out of trouble.

He could do nothing to stop the pain.

Yes. He could safeword.

As soon as Cam thought it, Frisco released his balls and moved back on the bed to hold Cassie.

No longer hard, Cam looked up into Isaac’s eyes and knew Frisco had been right to bring him back to reality. He was here to serve his masters and he’d been screaming like a baby.

He worked his ass muscles as Frisco taught him, and Isaac nodded as his eyes went back into his head. “That’s it boy. Work your ass like a little cunt.”

Isaac leaned forward and stopped with his cock buried. He placed one hand on Cam’s right cheek, and then slapped his left cheek a half dozen times before tweaking his nipples.

Isaac didn’t slap hard, just enough to sting, and to make the point he was in charge and he could do pretty much whatever the hell he wanted. Another reminder of the slave’s position, and Cam heard himself thanking his Masters for using him.

When Isaac pulled Cam’s ass off the bed and grabbed his hips from below to tilt him up, Cam knew it was almost over.

Isaac lost himself in the pounding for the final minute or two, and finally came deep in Cam’s ass with a series of guttural, inhuman sounding grunts.

* * * *

Frisco stayed on the right side of the bed and kept Cassie near him. They slid Cam up beside her, and Isaac settled on the other side of Cam and reached across him so his hand was on Cassie’s hip.

She wasn’t sure the bed was big enough for all of them to sleep, but loved having all three men touching her at once.

She was drifting off as Isaac stood, and she opened her eyes to say, “Hurry back.”

“Shhh, close your eyes and go back to sleep,” Frisco said. “Cam needs to be touched tonight, but Isaac can’t sleep with light and Cam can’t handle the dark.”

“I’ll be fine, Sweet Thing.” Isaac leaned over Cam’s sleeping form to give her a peck on the lips. “I’ll be back up first thing in the morning to cuddle.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, either. I’ll come with you and Frisco will be here for Cam.”

Isaac looked to Frisco and back to Cassie. “You know the rules. If you sleep with me you’ll be bound to the bed.”

Her pulse sped at the mere
thought
, and she smiled as she sat up.

Isaac sent her to the restroom before he took her downstairs through a maze of hallways to what he called his bedroom.

He buckled and locked a wrist cuff on her, and connected a chain from the bed rail to the same lock.

“Why my wrist this time?”

“Because I’m the Master and it’s how I want you.”

She looked around the room and saw two doors but no window. “Frisco turned this into a bedroom just for you, didn’t he?”

Isaac nodded before walking across the room and plunging them into darkness. “I’ve never stayed often enough to worry with installing the equipment to handle voice commands, but it looks like I may need to order the equipment and spend an afternoon installing it.”

He slid into bed beside her, pulled her into him, and Cassie realized he’d put her left wrist in the cuff, the one laying on the bed anyway, and sighed in contentment as sleep once again pulled her under.

* * * *

Cassie awoke in bed with Frisco, Cam, and Isaac the next morning. She turned to look at Isaac in question, and he said, “I awoke early and decided we should all wake up in the same bed.”

Instead of morning sex, the four cut up and teased, hugged and caressed, and just generally relaxed in a tangle of arms and legs.

When they finally got up, Cassie grabbed Isaac’s shirt again, the two Doms put on shorts, and Cam remained nude. Except for his chastity device, of course.

Frisco fixed French toast and two pounds of bacon, and had actual maple syrup as well as blueberry preserves.

Cassie ate as if she hadn’t had real food in a month, and noted everyone else did, too.

“Can we play in the meadow today?” she asked.

“Of course,” Frisco said as he looked at Isaac. “Have you seen her in action yet? I love watching her move.”

When they finally made it outside, Cassie noted Isaac stayed close to her once she made it to the tallest posts. She was well over his head and knew she’d get hurt if she fell, but her balance fine and she wasn’t worried.

She didn’t take crazy chances, but didn’t hold back, either. Too much caution would make her fall faster than pushing too hard.

When she finally made her way back down the plum posts she noted both Cam and Isaac looked as if they might be sick.

Frisco laughed and said, “Unlike them, I had total confidence in you.” He pulled her into a kiss, and surprised her by pressing her lips apart, bending her backwards, and taking over all of her senses until she was gasping for air.

When he let her up for air, he asked, “Why didn’t you audition for a new slave after you kicked Cam out?”

Frisco looked at her a few seconds, flicked his eyes to Isaac, then to Cam. He sighed as he looked back to Cassie and said, “I did.”

Cassie looked to Cam, and saw Isaac wrapping his arm around him for moral support. She looked back to Frisco. “And?”

“And I wasn’t interested in training any of them.”

Cassie looked at him several long moments, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, she said, “I need to know what happened. I need to understand how it was so easy for you to just delete Cam and I from your life. You say you love us, and I want to believe you, but…”

She wanted to see how Cam was doing, but didn’t break eye contact with Frisco. “Can you please talk to us, explain it without us having to play twenty-million questions to pull it out of you?”

“Yes, but can we go to the house? Sit down and talk?”

The group was silent as they walked back, and Frisco got a beer from the kitchen before joining them on the sofa. Isaac sat with his arm around Cam, and Frisco sat with Cassie.

“I had a few relationships in high school,” Frisco began, “but I embraced being bi when I was nineteen, and soon discovered just having a man in my life, or only having a woman in my life, wasn’t enough. I need both.”

He took a swig of his beer and said, “I decided long ago I’d never come out to my mother, and that meant I was never going to be in a long term relationship. I’ve had a lot of short flings, but none were designed to last more than a few months. In my mid-twenties I landed on the training thing, and it worked great. Seven slaves in as many years, and the contract allowed me to have someone around so I wasn’t lonely, but there were no complications.”