Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (20 page)

Cassie shook her head, saw he wanted to move on, so she said, “Okay, so you were, ten or eleven, when they adopted you?”

“I was a week away from turning eleven, and my new family gave me my best birthday
ever
. My life has been blessed ever since.”

“Why do you have it so dark at night? Is that a quirk you’ve developed as an adult, or something leftover from your childhood?”

He grinned. “That’s a story for another day, and we should get back on the road soon.” He looked at her plate. “Looks like you’re through?”

Cassie nodded and he picked up the ticket. “Do you need to make a stop in the restroom while I handle this?”

When they got into the car his hands were gentle as he locked the collar on her. He used his Dom voice to say, “You’ll speak to me with respect. You’ll use Sir when you address me around others, and you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable with something.” He considered her a few seconds and added, “If something doesn’t feel right and you aren’t comfortable speaking up or using your safeword, I’d like you to scratch the ear on the opposite side of your head. So, right hand to left ear, or left hand to right ear.”

She smiled. “So I don’t have to announce my skittishness to everyone listening?”

He nodded. “I’ll either stop whatever I’m doing and change direction, or take you to our room so we can talk in private.” He stroked her hand. “You can also tell me you need to use the restroom, if you can’t get to your ear.”

“Thanks, Isaac.”

His look sent her pulse racing, and she corrected. “Thank you, Sir.”

Isaac introduced her to the owners when they checked in, and she was surprised to discover the woman was the Domme and the husband the submissive. He wore nothing but his collar and a shiny thing on his cock — different from Cam’s, but it would serve the same purpose.

The room was small but impressive, and she changed into her bra, g-string, and filmy skirt when he asked to see what she’d brought.

He flipped the skirt with his hand and said, “I’ll allow it to start, but it’ll come off pretty quick.”

Cassie discovered seeing the owner already mostly nude helped, and she didn’t mind Isaac being so bossy. In fact, she kind of liked it.

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a grin, and he returned her smile and popped her on the bottom.

When he connected a leash to her collar she thought she might melt, and he noted her look and smiled again. “Pace yourself, Sweet Thing. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Isaac had told her about the fun stuff in the old pool, but hadn’t mentioned all of the cool things surrounding it — stocks, kneeling benches, bondage chairs scattered amongst the regular chairs, and kneeling pads beside chairs.

He’d warned her to keep quiet if she saw something she wasn’t comfortable with, and reminded her the house safeword was Red, and if she didn’t hear it then both participants were fine with whatever was happening.

He hadn’t, however, warned her the man at the table next to them might tell his submissive he needed a toilet, and she’d kneel in front of his cock and let him pee into her mouth.

Cassie had to look away to keep from gagging, and she was relieved when Isaac pulled her off her knees and into his lap with her back to the couple.

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing. I’ll never ask it of you,” he said into her ear so no one else would hear. “I know them and it’s their thing. She wants it as much as he does.”

Cassie buried her head in his neck and nodded, happy to be in his lap instead of kneeling at his feet.

He talked with some of the other people awhile, and she stayed quiet unless he asked a question and drew her into the conversation.

When a few people were playing, Isaac stood, settled her on her feet, and made a point of gently tugging her leash to walk her into the old pool.

“Anything grab your attention?” he asked, his mouth to her ear.

She looked around and her eyes kept returning to the stocks. She told him, and he led her to them.

He lined the bottom of the armholes with washcloths, and the neck hole with a hand towel before putting her in and working the clasp.

“You okay?” he asked as he stepped in front of her.

She hadn’t quite comprehended the significance of him being able to lock the piece over the top of her wrists and neck, or how it would feel to be bent over with no way to escape not only the stocks, but also the looks and stares of the people around them.

The position was both scary and exciting, and she nodded her head inside the stock’s neck hole. “Being around other people, it adds to it. It isn’t just you and me, there are others who are seeing me submit. Seeing you dominate me. It’s…different.”

“If it gets to be too much, tell me.”

His lips brushed her forehead, and his words calmed her. She could stop this at any time, and as soon as he reminded her she could, she realized she didn’t want to end it.

“I’m good, Sir.”

He smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and walked behind her.

Cassie looked up, saw several men watching from the area around the pool, and her face went hot as she dropped her gaze to the concrete floor of the old pool. She remembered what Isaac had said about single’s night versus couple’s night, and thought she might ask to come on Friday if they did this again.

She didn’t want to end things tonight, though. She just wouldn’t look up again.

Isaac’s hand landed on her bottom and she gasped and forgot all about the people around them.

Several dozen swats later he moved to a cane, and she moaned and said, “
Fuck
. Thank you, Sir.” She loved being able to cuss with Isaac. Frisco had let Cam cuss, but not her, and it’d rankled.

She sank into the sensations when he started with the cane, and then moaned when he stopped. Isaac put his hand on her back for assurance before calling out to someone. “Doug! You here alone tonight?”

The man walked to them and said, “I am, and who is this pretty little filly?”

“You know I don’t get into the horses like you. This is Cassie, and if you don’t have plans would you like to help me show her what it’s like to be flogged front and back simultaneously?”

“Can I talk to her?”

Isaac must’ve nodded, because the man stepped in front of Cassie and said, “I’m Doug, and I see your pretty collar. Does this mean Isaac can speak for you?”

Cassie wasn’t sure how to answer, so she said, “Sir?”

Isaac stepped in front of her and said, “Doug needs to make sure you’re okay with him flogging you. I’d like to let him flog your back while I flog your front. Would you like that, Sweet Thing?”

“I think I would, Sir.”

“We need to know for sure, little filly,” Doug said and then turned to Isaac. “I’m going to go check out the old playground, see if I can get a spot on the monkey bars. Bring her if she decides she wants to, but I’ll need to hear from her that either you speak for her, or she agrees to it.”

Isaac offered his hand and said, “Of course.” They shook and the other man walked away.

Isaac started taking Cassie out of the stocks and asked, “Yes or no, Sweet Thing? No shame in not wanting to, but if you do, I promise we’ll make it good.”

Cassie nodded. “Yes, Isaac, Sir. I trust you to take care of me, and to make sure it’s good.”

He stood her up and collected the towels and his duffel bag before wrapping his arm around her waist and walking her up the hill to the pool’s steps. “I’m going to take you into the room and get you ready for a double flogging. When we get to Doug you’ll need to tell him you want it.”

“I understand, Sir. I’m sorry I wasn’t clear before.”

“No need to apologize, you just need to realize there can’t be any vacillating. You either consent or you don’t, and the other men need to hear it from you.”

“If I told them you speak for me and then I changed my mind, what would happen?”

“Here? They’d go with what you said if you told them you didn’t want to. There are places, though, where if you say you belong to someone unconditionally, they’ll go with what the Owner says and pay no attention to the slave.”

The idea shot a spike of adrenaline and arousal through her system.

“Okay,” Isaac said as they stepped into the room. “Skirt and panties off, and bend over the bed with your legs spread.”

He licked her from behind until she squirmed, and then started playing with her asshole. She was a little tender from their play the night before, and his finger felt like a violation today. It was naughty and dirty and depraved, and she gasped, “Oh, please Sir! I’m not sure I like that.”

“But you wanted some experience back here.”

Yeah, she did, but the experience was different from the fantasy. The vibrating plug hadn’t been so bad, and she had to admit him pressing in even when she begged him to stop was kind of hot, but she couldn’t get over how
wrong
it felt.

She moaned and tried to twist away, but he held her around the waist with one arm as he worked on her with the other hand.

“Stand still and accept my finger in your pretty little bottom, Cassie.” His voice was harsher, and there was no doubt it was an order. He softened his tone to add, “If you safeword I’ll stop, otherwise I’m going to assume you want to beg me not to and have me do it anyway.”

His finger slid all the way in and she climbed on the bed on her hands and knees. He held her firm though, so she didn’t get very far and his finger didn’t leave her bottom.

“Oh no. I expect you to stand and take it this time.”

He stepped away from her and turned to show her the paddle she’d hated, the last one he’d used when he’d gone through them from sting to thud.

“Four strikes for running from me.”

“Please don’t, Sir! I’ll stand still!” She’d wanted someone to punish her when she misbehaved, but the reality sucked.

“I’m sure you will. Get back into position and take your licks like a good girl.”

Standing bent over the bed, waiting for the paddle, was humbling.

“Why are you being spanked?”

“For running from you after you told me to be still, Sir.”

Cassie held her breath for the first, but then screamed for the next three.

Isaac put the paddle on the bed where she could see it and said, “If you do it again you’ll get five strokes.”

Okay, pain for the sake of punishment fucking
hurt
, but was kind of hot, too. She’d thought it would be different, after watching Frisco and Cam. Experiencing it wasn’t as fun as she’d thought, and in fact wasn’t fun at all, but now that it was over? She wanted to fall on her knees and do whatever he asked of her.

He rubbed her bottom and said, “You’ve learned your lesson, and you’re going to stand still and let me play with your bottom, aren’t you?” Tonight his voice was warm whiskey with honey, and his tone sent even more blood flowing towards her girl parts.

Cassie nodded and said, “Yes, Sir.”

She planted her feet, arched her back, and tried to offer herself.

“Oh yes, that’s my girl.”

He patted her bottom and stroked through her folds with his bare hand, and then pressed a gloved finger into her bottom. She hadn’t seen him put the glove on, but was pleasantly surprised it was a little easier to take than his bare finger. Less friction, maybe?

She gasped and wiggled her toes, determined to please him this time.

He worked two fingers into her a while, and when she finally relaxed as much as he wanted, began pressing something else into her.

“This is a different kind of plug. It’s designed for longer term wear so it won’t spread you open as wide while you’re wearing it. The inside part is bigger though, so we’ll have to work a little harder to get it in.”

Cassie breathed through it, but eventually begged him to stop pushing. He fingered her pussy with his other hand until she was so close to coming she couldn’t see straight, and then pushed it in and slapped her ass as she screamed.

When she quieted and begged him to take it out, he said, “It’s in and your asshole’s practically closed again. It’s open no bigger than one of my fingers, which you can take with no problem.”

“But the inside part is so big! And I can feel it.
Inside
!”

“Yes, and you’re going to feel it a while. Stand up, let it shift around a little.”

She did, and yelped as her rectal muscles clenched around it.

“It feels like I need to
go
, Sir.”

Isaac smiled. “Yes, I know.”

He took a few minutes to put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and said, “Put your underwear back on, but not the skirt. You’ll probably want your sandals, too, and then we can go find Doug.”

Walking with the plug inside her bottom was awkward, but Isaac seemed to know it would be, and went slow until she got the hang of it.

He stopped as they neared an old playground area. “Why do you have a plug up your bottom?”

“Because…” She shook her head, not sure of the answer he wanted. “Because you put it there?”