Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (32 page)

“She isn’t ready for you to try to win her back yet.”

Frisco’s hands on his scalp felt so damned good, and Cam turned his face into his Master’s leg and started to cry for real this time. He didn’t know why, but the tears came and he didn’t want to stop them.

Frisco leaned forward and stroked his arm, and then slid to the floor and wrapped both arms around him.

He didn’t tell Cam to stop crying or to man up, he just held him and let him cry.

Cam didn’t know how long the two of them sat on the floor, but when his tears finally stopped he realized Frisco’s shirt was wet. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad you finally trust me enough to see your emotions. Do you want to talk about it?”

Cam shook his head against the larger man’s chest. “I love you. It terrifies me, but I want to be yours. I want Cass to be part of it, too, but if she won’t, I still want you.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cassie wore her favorite business suit for her first day back to work. So far, the board of directors were standing behind her even though two guests had relocated to other facilities.

She had no illusions about them standing behind her on principle, though. They were keeping her because so many other guests and family members rallied around her and threatened to move to whatever facility she went to, should she be fired. Cassie had always treated patients and family members with respect and compassion, and it made her feel good to have them stand up on her behalf, now.

Oddly enough, Clemente had done her a favor by breaking into her house. The media had been hounding the BDSM angle, but had turned it into a huge gun control debate and taken the focus away from her.

Still, everyone on the planet with a television knew she’d gone to a BDSM club of her own free will. She couldn’t think about it for long without getting nauseous, but she was getting better at facing it.

At any rate, she had a huge day ahead of her and needed to keep her focus on the employees and guests. She figured there was much she’d need to address and fix on her first day back, and she had to be ready for whatever came at her.

Marcus promised he’d have a donut cushion in her seat so she wouldn’t have to walk into the building with it.

She wasn’t sure she’d last the whole day, but it was time she tried. They’d planned it for a day Marcus would be in residence, in case she couldn’t handle it and broke down.

The morning went well, and Cassie remembered she enjoyed solving problems and making sure everything sailed along on smooth waters. Marcus joined her in her office for lunch, and the two talked about how the day was going so far. She was grateful he didn’t press her to talk about the difficult stuff, and when he left to return to his office, she called Cam.

“Hey, you wanted me to call to let you know how things are going.”

“I did. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Coming back to work was exactly what I needed. How did you do on your test this morning?”

“I’m pretty sure I aced it. I knew the answers, but I’ll have to wait to get it back to know for sure. I have rehearsal until nine o’clock, maybe we can chill out and watch a movie when I get home?”

* * * *

Cam finished the call, tossed his phone into the passenger seat beside him, and wondered why he hadn’t told her he was on his way to Isaac’s. He had no secrets from her, and would tell her later, so why hadn’t he told her now?

Maybe because he didn’t want to give her anything to stress over at work? But why would she stress?

Damn, the four of them needed to sit down and talk, figure out some ground rules.

But today, he
needed
.

His pulse raced as he pulled into Isaac’s driveway. He’d been told the entire afternoon would be in power exchange, with the same rules he’d had during his time here when Frisco had been out of town.

With the exception of his chastity device, of course, since there was no one to lock him into it before arriving.

He had it with him, but he didn’t know if Isaac would require it or not. He hoped not, but would accept whatever the Dom decided.

Cam went to the back door, stepped into the kitchen, and removed his clothes. He’d left his gun locked in his glove compartment so he didn’t have to worry about dealing with it.

He stepped into the living room and stayed quiet as he kneeled at Isaac’s feet without looking him in the face.

Isaac ignored him for several long minutes, but finally leaned forward, his presence sucking the oxygen from the room as he said, “Look up, boy.”

Cam’s heart skipped a beat as his gaze met Isaac’s. He had no idea how Isaac managed to look so kind and so damned scary at the same time.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” Isaac asked.

Well, that was different. He’d never asked those questions when he’d taken care of him for Frisco. Cam considered his answer, licked his lips, and said, “I want pain, Sir. I need to be dominated, and used. I need to belong to someone in every way, even if only for a few hours.”

“When you came to me before, Frisco gave me permission to use your ass. I need your consent today.”

“I’m yours, Sir, to use however you wish.”

“Tell me your hard limits.”

“No blindfolds or complete darkness, no scat, no permanent marks or actual injury, no gun play, and if you draw blood please take precautions against infection.”

“I’ll agree to all of those today. Anything else?”

“No Sir.”

Isaac smiled, and Cam saw the sadist peeking out. “Good. It’s been a while since I had a blank canvas to mark up. Go to my bedroom and put on the wrist and ankle cuffs. If you aren’t sure of your control, please wear a cock ring. You don’t want to give me a reason to punish you today, so decide carefully.”

Cam swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“If you finish before I make it in there, kneel and wait for me.”

Cam considered Isaac’s directives as he buckled the wrist and ankle cuffs, but in the end decided to trust his training. True, he hadn’t been in an intense scene in a while, but Frisco had thoroughly trained him and he trusted the education would stick.

Anticipation had him rock hard when Isaac entered the room, looked as his cock and asked, “You’re sure?”

Cam nodded and Isaac tossed him a condom. “Put this on, then. If you have an accident I don’t want it on my carpet or bed.”

Isaac situated him standing at the bottom of the bed, arms stretched and bound sideways between the two supports, his legs spread wide, and facing towards Isaac. He’d hoped to get his back and ass flogged, but would accept whatever he was given.

Restrained, out of control, and at the mercy of someone he trusted? Such a rush, and he didn’t
want
to be in control.

And the condom to remind him an orgasm would be seen as making a mess?

His cock was fucking throbbing, and he was so hard it hurt.

He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sensation as Isaac ran a finger from Cam’s chin to his belly button, and then traced the spaces between his ab muscles. “Tell me your safeword again, boy.”

“Arabesque, Sir.”’

Isaac kept tracing the lines of Cam’s muscle and sinew. “I’ve always considered myself heterosexual, but flexible about who I topped. I’ve never been interested in sex with a man before, other than as a way to Dominate them, but my mindset’s changed as I’ve gotten to know you.”

He cupped Cam’s chin, waited until he’d opened his eyes. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s been a while since I’ve had a submissive I could turn loose on, someone capable of taking what I want to give, so it may be rough. You said you wanted pain, though, and I’m taking you at your word.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Isaac flogged Cams chest, abs, cock, balls, and thighs. He tore the condom off with the flogger and said they’d put another one on later.

Cam screamed, cried, and begged for it to stop, but Isaac didn’t slow down or ease off on the intensity. There was a little warm up, but not much, and Cam had to fight to stay on top of the pain so it didn’t smother him.

When Isaac finally stopped and put another condom on him, his cock was still hard as granite, so he couldn’t say he hadn’t enjoyed it.

Isaac released Cam’s wrists and ankles, turned him around, and ordered him to bend over the bed. He spread the boy’s legs wide and connected them to the bed’s supports again, and brought connectors up from the steel beam bedrail to bind Cam’s arms out to the side.

Isaac made him lift his hips enough so he could bend his cock backwards, pointing away from Cam’s head. It would be harder to have an accidental orgasm with it pointing the wrong way, and Cam breathed a little sigh of relief.

Cam’s endorphins were flowing, but the back side of his body wasn’t warmed up and Isaac didn’t take it easy on him. The Dom started with a large wooden paddle before cycling through several canes, a viper’s tongue, a double-tailed braided whip, and a belt.

The belt was hell, and it felt as if Isaac tore his ass up with it.

When he at last threw it to the floor, he put a condom on and used a lube launcher to inject coconut oil into Cam’s asshole.

“I hope you can relax and take me because I don’t intend to stretch you, first.”

Isaac’s cock invaded with no mercy, and Cam relaxed and accepted it as best he could, but he still pushed to tiptoes on his spread open legs, and hopelessly tried to push forward and away from the incursion. Cam hadn’t been fucked in months, and the stretch and burn was an exquisite, brutal, magnificent agony.

Cam groaned, yelped, screamed, and finally begged as he was literally pounded.

“Sir, I’m too close to coming. Please give me a minute!”

“I’m close too, boy, and you assured me you’d be okay. Deal with it a few more minutes.”

Cam held his breath and held on with all he could, and when he felt Isaac spurting into the condom in his ass, his balls started moving but he somehow managed to make everything stop before he actually came.

Isaac checked the condom, noted more than average precum but not enough to call it an orgasm, and seemed to let it go.

Isaac freed Cam’s arms and legs, handed him a glass of ice water, and said, “Put your cock in it.”

“Sir?”

“I don’t want you hard while we cuddle afterwards. Stick your cock in the glass.”

“Please don’t make me?”

“Do it yourself, or I’ll tie you up and do it, and will add a punishment once you’re no longer hard.”

Cam took a breath, aimed his cock into the water, and
screamed
when it went in.

He handed the glass to Isaac, who pointed to the door and said, “Take it to the kitchen and put the glass in the dishwasher. I’ll be in bed waiting for you.”

The walk to the kitchen helped, because Cam had been pissed about the ice water, but by the time he put the glass away, realized it was just another way Isaac was establishing his dominance.

“I’m sorry I questioned you and hesitated, Sir.”

“Thank you. Come lie down with me?”

Cam gladly went into Isaac’s arms, and snuggled beneath the blanket with him.

“Can you talk to me about your fear of the dark?”

“I thought Frisco explained it? I told him he could.”

“Yes, I know what Frisco said but I want to hear it from you.”

Cam hated talking about it, but didn’t want to refuse, either. “My stepfather used to lock me in this room with no windows. It was downstairs, so there was no light. Not even around the doorframe.”

“Where was your mother?”

“They didn’t see it as abuse, but a form of time-out. My half-siblings seem to have come through it with no trauma, but…I didn’t.” Cam shrugged. “I was in there more often than them, though. He told her he was going to turn me into a man, and she believed him when he told her I was turning gay because I hadn’t had a strong male role model.”

“What happens now, when you go in the dark?”

“I panic.” He shook his head. “No, I completely and totally freak. I can’t breathe, can’t think. I used to piss myself; I don’t know if I would now or not.”

He told Isaac about almost not being able to help Cassie because he had to walk through the dark basement. “I only held onto it because I’d have to walk just as far to turn around and go back as I would to keep going forward. I didn’t curl up in a ball and freeze because I knew she needed me.”

Isaac’s hand caressed Cam’s hip under the blanket. “Well, we have a problem, because I can’t sleep unless it’s completely dark. If the four of us, or the three of us, are going to try to form a relationship then you and I won’t be able to sleep together at night.”

“You wore a sleep mask when you watched me for Frisco.”

“I did, but I won’t wear one for the rest of my life. Would you be interested in my helping you get over your panic attacks in the dark?”

“I don’t know.”