Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (17 page)

He was only gone a handful of seconds, but he did more than just get her clothes off the floor because he enclosed her wrist in a padded cuff when he returned.

“Okay, Sweet Thing, turn around so I can take this beautiful bra off.”

She shifted and put both hands on the steel beam, now in front of her. Goose bumps erupted on her arms and shoulders, and her nipples practically
itched
for attention as he unfastened the back of her bra. Part of her wished she’d brought up the nipple clamps, but not enough to tell him now.

He smoothed his hands from her shoulders to elbows and muttered. “So responsive. Such a sweet treasure. Let go for a second so I can take your bra off and toss it onto the chair with your clothes.”

She’d worn a thong today and hoped he’d leave it on for now. She felt so damned naked. The blindfold helped, but… god, she wanted this but kept feeling as if she shouldn’t.

When her bra was off, he encouraged her to hold onto the steel again by placing her right hand on it just above the level of her waist. She didn’t realize he was connecting her right wrist to it until it was too late to move it.

He moved her several steps to her left until the rope was taut, and proceeded to stretch rope between her left wrist and the opposite beam.

She couldn’t touch the bed’s columns anymore, but could hold onto the thick rope stretching her arms wide open between them.

“Short hair has its advantages, like now when it won’t get in the way of the flogger.” His large hands massaged her neck and shoulders. “Just like with the spanking, I’ll start easy and work up. Are you comfortable? Can you stay like this a while?”

Cassie nodded, licked her lips, and answered, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

The flogger caressed her right shoulder, then left. No pain, just sensation.

Several minutes into it, he stopped a few seconds and started again with a different flogger. This one smarted a little — more weight striking with just a touch of sting. She moaned in pleasure and Isaac chuckled.

He moved to her bottom and thighs with this one as well, and when he switched floggers again she hoped for a little more pain. She wanted to
feel
it, wanted to beg and plead as Cam did sometimes.

He moved through several floggers before she felt the need to scream, and she couldn’t have told him whether she was screaming in pain or pleasure.

She just knew she wanted more and she didn’t want him to stop.

When he finally pulled her thong down and off, she spread her legs and shamelessly stuck her bottom towards him as he teased her with his fingers.

He stepped behind her and she could feel the texture of his clothes on her heated back and bottom, but it seemed right for him to be clothed while she was nude.

He kissed the side of her neck, moved to the soft spot under her ear. “I think you’re ready for a paddle. I’m going to give you four swats of ten different paddles. If one is a bad pain let me know, but if you can take all four I want you to do it for me, and then tell me what you think of it. You’ll get two medium swats to your right and then left cheek, and then two hard swats.”

Cassie nodded and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

He patted her bottom and stepped away.

Her bottom exploded in a rush of beautiful pain, and she gasped at the first strike and gave a small cry at the second. There was no thud, and all sting, and she couldn’t wait for the next two.

Thank goodness she didn’t have to, though she screamed at them both, given one after the other.

His deep voice asked, “Love, like, whatever, dislike, or hate?”

“
Love
.”

She quickly figured out he was moving from all sting to all thud. She loved the first four, liked the next four, and wasn’t a huge fan of the next to the last.

She grunted at the first strike of the last, cried out at the next strike, and then begged, “No, please don’t make me take them harder! I don’t like this one!”

“Don’t like it, or hate it?”

“Don’t like it, Sir.”

“Okay, I want to give you the next two. Say your safeword and we’ll move to the cane, don’t and you’ll take these final two before we move to the cane.”

She considered it, and said, “I don’t want to say my safeword, Sir. I don’t want these last two, but if you want to give them to me I’ll take them and be happy to give you pleasure.”

He caressed her bottom. “Such a sweet little thing. Two more with the paddle and then we’ll move back to sting, which it appears you’re going to prefer.”

Cassie braced for the blows, and jumped when his hand caressed her bottom. “Don’t tense. Relax for me. Show me you want whatever I choose to give you.”

Relax
? Really? Shit!

She tried, but her body rebelled and her butt muscles clenched and refused to let go. She took a breath, let it out, sent relaxing signals to her bottom again, wiggled her toes, and finally felt everything chill out.

“Good girl.” He rubbed her back, her ass, her thighs, and then moved his hand between her legs and stroked up, and up.

Fingers probed, entered, teased. Cassie’s breathing picked up even more, and she wiggled and squirmed and wanted to come so
freaking
bad.

His fingers disappeared, the heat of his body was gone, and within seconds the paddle landed.
Hard
.

Cassie screamed, and before she was through with her bellow the paddle landed again and knocked the breath from her, silencing her.

She gasped air in, choked on her spit, and tears came to her eyes as she tried to learn to breathe again. Isaac’s arms were immediately around her, patting her back and then massaging it as he told her how brave she was and how well she’d done.

She jumped a little as he spoke with a more authoritative voice than she was used to and said, “Lights Dim”. He rubbed her back and softened his voice. “I’m going to take your blindfold off a minute but I’ve dimmed the lights.”

Her tears were from getting choked and not from the paddle, but with the blindfold gone a few escaped and trailed down her face. He soothed her, kissed the tear streaks with reverence, and gave her time to settle before replacing the blindfold and ordering the lights back to full strength.

She wished she could see him but at the same time was grateful he’d taken her sight. She’d learned from her scenes with Frisco, sometimes it was easier to relax and enjoy when she couldn’t see.

“Time for you to experience some canes now,” he said with a caress to her cheek, down the side of her neck, and then a slow trail to her right nipple. He circled it a few times before kissing the side of her neck and settling his mouth just beside her ear, his voice a vibration she felt all the way to her core. “We’re going back to sting, Sweet Thing. We’ll work up to thuddy again, but all canes deliver sting, even the thick ones.”

The first dozen or so times she felt the cane were more annoyance than pleasure. Remembering his instructions, she told him, “Sir, it’s kind of irritating. Can you maybe do it harder?”

He chuckled. “You
are
a treasure. Yes, Sweet Thing, I can do it harder. Just as an experiment, I’m going to do this one a good bit harder. I’ll only do it once and you let me know what you think. Okay?”

She nodded, and the next instant her bottom felt as if a line of fire had been drawn across her ass. Or thrown against it.

But there was no scream, only a guttural groan because it felt so, damned,
good
.

“God, Sir. That’s
perfect
. Incredible. Can I have more? Please?”

In answer, he gave her five more, with enough time for her to catch her breath in between and savor each slice.

“I think we can move to the next cane now, Sweet Thing.”

Cassie nodded agreement, and the next streak of fire across her bottom came with the dual sensation of her skin giving way under the cane.

Beautiful pain. Blissful agony.

She was so
fucking
close to coming, but needed something else to put her over the top. She moved her hips and begged for more, and Isaac gave it to her.

He moved to a thicker cane, and then thicker.

Each slice was exquisite, wonderful, terrible, and perfect. If he took too long between, she begged for the next; if he went too fast, she begged for a chance to catch her breath.

Her ass throbbed, and burned, and hurt, but she wanted more.
Needed
more.

Cassie begged for the next when he stopped, but he stepped to her and touched her bottom.

His open palm felt cool against her heated ass, and he said, “You’re just about done for the day, beautiful Cassie. I’m going to pull out the flogger with the most sting and heat your upper back again, and then I’ll let you experience the tawse on your ass.” His hand rubbed her ass, traced the welts, soothed the hurt. “I usually reserve the tawse for experienced players, but you’re asking for more and if you still want it when I finish with your upper back I’ll let you feel it.”

Cassie nodded, and moaned when he stepped away.

“It’s okay.” He reassured. “I’ll keep talking so you know where I am.”

The first strike of the flogger felt like dozens of bees stinging her back at once and she tried to fling herself forward and twist sideways but the rope wouldn’t let her.

The next came with no pause, and then another, and another. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t escape, and it was too much.

She didn’t want it to stop, just slow down.

“Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!”

He stopped and was at her back immediately, his arms around her, his clothed chest and abs pressed to the part of her back he’d been striking.

“Shhh. I’m here. You’re okay. Talk to me, Sweet Thing.”

Her chest stuttered as she pulled air into her lungs. “Too fast. Not too much, just…too fast.”

“Okay. My fault. I misjudged the intensity. We’ll slow down and I’ll experiment around and work my way up slower. You were good with the cane coming fast and hard.”

He pulled away enough to kiss the side of her neck, caress her shoulders, and finally rub her back. “I’m happy you let me know it was too much. We talked about you telling me if it was a bad pain, so what you said worked just fine. Are you ready to try again? Do you want the same flogger in the same place if I slow down?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Please, Sir.”

“Okay, Sweet Thing. I’ll fire your back up until it’s a nice cherry red and then we’ll finish this portion of the evening with the tawse on your
delicious
little bottom.”

He didn’t hit her hard enough, and after three breaths without another strike she asked, “Can you do it as hard as you were, Sir? Please? Just a little slower?”

The next strike was once again an exquisite cruelty and her moan was pure bliss.

Isaac chuckled and said something about a sweet spot, and the next strike came just as she was ready for it.

* * * *

Isaac had never seen someone take to the pain during their first real session like this sweet little thing.

She’d looked soft and curvy in clothes, but nude and fighting the ropes he could see every well-defined muscle.

He fell into a rhythm of watching her breathe after every strike, and waiting for her shoulders to drop before delivering the next.

He upped the intensity and she took a microsecond longer to be ready for the next, but seemed to handle it.

The rubber flogger was tricky but he put a little more muscle into the strike. His cock throbbed as her moan signaled a mix of pleasure and pain.

She was flying high but just about done, whether she agreed or not.

Still, she’d handled everything he’d thrown at her, and he wanted to let her experience the tawse.

Isaac exchanged the flogger for the heavy leather instrument, stepped back to her, hesitated, and decided he needed more feedback.

Placing his hand on her left fist, he said, “Let go of the rope, Sweet Thing. I’m going to hold the rope and let you hold my wrist while I use the tawse on you. I want a connection with you for this.”

She followed instructions so well, and he held the tawse between his arm and body a few seconds so he could stroke her a little. “Okay, Sweet Thing. I’d like to give you at least four strikes, but I’m going to ask if you want more after two, okay?”

She nodded and he saw her wiggling her toes, trying to keep her bottom relaxed. She learned so fast, and tried so hard to please. He’d have to make it extra good for her when he started handing out orgasms.

She’d been annoyed by soft strikes so far, but this was the tawse. Still, he decided to give her medium intensity and not start light.

He loved the look of an ass as the tawse struck — the wave of flesh moving away from the heavy leather, and the immediate red swath where it struck.

Cassie screamed, jumped, squeezed his wrist, and marched with her feet as she tried to deal with the pain. He gave her a good thirty seconds before delivering the next, though he was aware she wasn’t quite ready for it.