Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (3 page)

Sam and Ethan went to leave, and Ethan told Frisco, “I’ll unlock the playroom and open the door, just head downstairs and you can’t miss it. There are clean sheets on the playroom bed; you’re both welcome to stay the night.”

Chapter Four

Frisco was speechless.

He didn’t play power games with women.

He treasured them and put them on a pedestal, and he had no idea what to do with a woman on her knees before him.

However, he knew what to do with a submissive, and right now he needed to see her as one. She’d really put herself out there and if he rejected her submission she may never recover emotionally.

He leaned forward and she looked up, and when their gazes met Frisco wanted to swear and stomp away. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he touched her cheek and said, “You’re beautiful on your knees. You look as if you’re comfortable. As if you want to be there?”

Cassie nodded and he pulled her up and embraced her. She looked so small and so nervous, he couldn’t leave her on the ground for their talk.

“We’ll get you back on your knees, but let’s talk a little first.”

He moved to a bench and had her sit next to him, turned so they faced each other.

“Do you want me to explain this to you with words, or show you? Ethan offered us the playroom downstairs.”

“What’s in the playroom?”

Frisco laughed. “I have no idea. I picked up on the fact they were kinky, but I’m not privy to any of the details. It may have a bed and some paddles, or it might have all kinds of scary stuff.”

Frisco figured the latter was more likely, from what he’d heard of Ethan.

Cassie seemed to think it over before saying, “I’d like to see the playroom, and talk about some of it, and then maybe you can show me?”

“Okay, but let’s talk just a little before we go down, okay?”

She nodded, and looked so damned submissive.
Shit
. He wanted to wring Sam’s neck for putting him in this position.

“Okay,” he said, careful to keep his voice even. “Kink should always be consensual. Before I do anything to you, I’ll let you know what I plan and you’ll tell me if it’s okay. I know you like blindfolds, and Sam said you liked the idea of the leash?”

Cassie looked down, embarrassed, but she nodded. He wouldn’t make her look at him and admit it. She probably wasn’t up to telling him her other kinks and turn-ons yet, either.

The safeword talk should come next, but he’d never played with a woman where a safeword was necessary and had no intention of starting now.

“If you don’t want me to do something then tell me to stop, or say no.”

Frisco had no idea what to do with her, or how far he should go. He refrained from the sigh trying to escape and decided on a few questions. He touched her chin and put just a touch of energy behind it. She lifted her face and he smiled. She was a natural.

Shit. She was a natural.

Ignoring his inner dialogue for the moment, he asked, “I assume you aren’t a virgin?”

Cassie laughed and said, “No.” But then thought of something else and added, “Well, I mean, not…” She looked flustered and finally spit out, “I’ve had normal sex, just not the, ummm, back door kind.”

Frisco smiled and kissed her cheek. “No worries. I only do the back door stuff with men so you’re safe with me.” He leaned back and told her, “I don’t know what’ll happen, but if things progress and you aren’t comfortable or think you may regret doing something, you need to tell me, okay?”

Cassie nodded and looked as if she had something to say, but was deciding. He sighed and said, “Say it.”

She looked down and asked, “Why do you only do that with guys?”

“I told you before. I treat men different than I treat women.” He lifted her chin again, and when he had eye contact he added, “Women are to be treasured and protected.”

She shook her head, ever so slightly, and asked, “But what if I want you to treat me like you were treating Cameron?”

Frisco didn’t want to get into it so he only said, “Let’s head downstairs and see what equipment they have, and figure out what we’re doing from there.”

Chapter Five

“Sam and Ethan must be really kinky,” Cassie said as she stepped into a room created for torture.

She recognized the big cross from a few of the online videos she’d watched, and every woman in America knew what the table with stirrups was for.

Most of the other equipment’s purpose was easy to guess, but she walked to a huge, floor-to-ceiling spider web made from rope and chain, and turned to look at Frisco in question.

“You can tie people onto it in hundreds of ways, in almost any position.”

Cassie stepped away from it, not sure she was interested in being tied to a spiderweb, and walked to a wall of floggers and whips.

“We won’t use any of those today.”

She was both relieved and disappointed, but kept her back to him to ask, “Why not?”

“Those kinds of things are personal. Ethan is letting us use the equipment, but we’d be abusing their hospitality if we used their toys and tools.”

She turned to look at him and he answered her unasked question. “Some things are more generic, like rope and paddles. I know what I’d be comfortable with others using, so…” He shrugged and changed the subject. “Which piece of equipment appeals to you?”

“Not the spider web.” She shuddered and looked around. “I don’t know. I’ve seen the cross on videos, and I’m not sure about it. I guess it depends on what you’re going to do to me?”

* * * *

She wanted the submissive experience, it was time for him to give it to her.

“Let’s start by seeing how well you can follow orders. Take your clothes off, walk to the mat in the center of the room, and kneel the way Sam showed you.”

She stood and looked at him, frozen. He counted to ten in his head and said, “You don’t have to do anything I tell you. We can both go upstairs, say goodbye, and continue on as friends from this day forward.”

He hoped she’d take his offer, but she turned and walked to the bondage table, took her clothes off in stops and starts, turning as she did to try to keep him from seeing her private parts, and then walked to the mat and went into a perfect submissive kneel.

Of course, she’d situated herself so he viewed her from the side and not the front, but he hadn’t specified which direction she should face.

He suppressed a grin as he walked to her, and then had to decide what to do with his face as he circled her. The strict Dom expression he used for Cam wouldn’t work, but a lover’s face wasn’t right, either.

He finally settled on something in between, circled her twice, and went to the wall with the rope.

Ethan had smooth, inexpensive rope on a huge spool. He apparently went through quite a bit of it. Frisco made a mental note to order some rope and have it delivered here, and he cut off a section long enough to create a body harness and attach a leash to it.

He created the harness as he would for a man’s chest, and it framed her breasts a little more than he intended. No pressure on them, it wouldn’t hurt, but it just looked…wrong.

And right.

He kept his sigh in check as he attached the leash portion to the back and ordered her to hands and knees. He had her crawl to the edge of the mat and then walk to the gynecological table. Yeah, he’d have made Cam crawl on the concrete, but couldn’t bring himself to make her.

He held the leash up as she reclined, and draped it over her shoulder, onto her chest.

“Hold onto the rope with both hands.” God, she was so sweet, with those big doe eyes. So trusting, so…
shit
. He’d have to get through tonight and find someone else to lead her into the lifestyle. Someone who wouldn’t hurt her.

Damn, could he trust anyone? Everyone he knew in the lifestyle was a fucking sadist, and no way could he turn her over to someone who’d deliver actual pain to this sweet submissive.

She grasped the rope in her petite, graceful hands, and he added, “You can raise your arms over your head or rest them on your torso. I don’t care where they are as long as you don’t let go of the rope.”

“Will I be punished if I do?”

Her voice was meek, but with an undercurrent. She wanted to be punished but was afraid of it.

He shook his head. “You’re here because you want to experience it. You’re submitting because you want to. If you choose not to submit, you don’t have to. I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

“Would you punish Cameron if he let go?”

Frisco took a breath, leaned over her, and held eye contact a few seconds for a dramatic pause. “You aren’t Cameron. You’re Cassie. You want to know what it feels like to submit? I’ll show you, but we do it by my rules. If you want to make the rules, I suggest you go find yourself a submissive.”

He waited a few beats, watched her process the information, and when she gripped the rope even tighter he stood and moved below her.

She was trimmed but not closely shaven. He wondered if this was how she normally kept herself or if it’d grown out to this.

He didn’t want to know bad enough to ask just yet, though.

Submissives had to get used to being touched and handled, so he rested a hand on her stomach and asked, “How does this make you feel?”

“Open, and vulnerable. A little embarrassed, but not as much as if it were someone else.”

He smiled. “You’re saying you like being open and vulnerable to me?”

She nodded, her look so shy and fragile, and for the first time he could see how this might work. Doms were responsible for their charges, and he was responsible for her.

“Okay, let go of the rope and stand.” He offered his hand and helped her off the table.

He stood her at the Saint Andrew’s cross, had her sit on the seated bondage cross and then the bondage chair, leaned her over two of the spanking benches, and finally took her to the single metal bar, currently placed at waist height.

“Spread your legs, bend over it, and grab your ankles.”

He still wasn’t sure what, if anything, they’d do today, but sometimes simple worked better than complicated.

Her t-shirt was fairly small, so he positioned the fabric as a blindfold and used a nearby zip-tie at the back to secure it. He pulled at it, and was satisfied it was tight enough to stay without pressing on her eyes.

Hoping he’d find bottled water in the compact refrigerator, he stepped to it as he looked around for other possibilities.

He found some bowls, and poured some of the cold bottled water into one, put the cap back on the water, and put the bottle in the refrigerator door so he’d know which he used.

She jerked and jumped when he dripped the first of the water onto her ass, and his cock reacted.

As hard as he tried to not get turned on, he’d wanted to take sweet little innocent Cassie out for months.

Too bad she wanted him to treat her as he treated men.

He walked around her, making sure his sneakers made noise on the floor. Not the same impact as boots but it would do.

She jumped at the next drip of water and said, “Please, Sir. You’re torturing me!”

He couldn’t help his chuckle. She thought
this
was torture?

Or, maybe she was trying to tell him something else.

He needed to stop this “Sir” bullshit before he dealt with anything else, though.

“I’m not your Sir. You’ll call me Frisco. Understood?”

She nodded, but he made her say, “Yes, Frisco”, before he said, “Okay, you complain of torture. Can you tell me what you want?”

“Touch me?”

He put a hand on her hip and she practically growled.

“No, I mean,” she paused a handful of seconds and said, “touch
me
.”

“My hand is on you, Cassie.”

“I mean, my…” She sighed. “You have me so horny and you aren’t doing anything about it!”

Ah
. He smiled and asked, “You want something in your beautiful pussy? Is that what you’re beating around the bush trying to ask?”

Her voice was so small, so meek, as she practically squeaked, “Please?”

Squatting behind her, his face mere inches from her slit, he ran a finger down the center of the backs of her thighs from ass to knee.

“What do you want in your pussy, Cassie?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re going to have to think of something.”

“I thought you were the one making the rules?”

He chuckled. “Yes, and I’ve decided you need to tell me what you want in your pussy.”

Frisco waited her out, and after several long moments, she said, “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”