Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (53 page)

“Oh, there’ll be a purpose, because I think Cassie needs to have Frisco and me all to herself one or two nights a week, so we’ll need to get you out of the way.”

Cam smiled and breathed out in relief as he met Isaac’s gaze. “Thank you, Master Isaac. It’s perfect.”

“It’s a start,” Frisco said as he looked at Cassie. “Will you be okay with Cam moving back in with me?”

She nodded. “He’s training pretty hard for Giselle, and will be going to Atlanta in a few weeks. Maybe we should consider letting him stay with me for now, and move in with you when he comes back from Atlanta?”

“I think Cassie’s right,” Cam said. “If I get the part, it’ll be better for me to plan to move in once the show’s run is over and I come back.” Plus, she’d get used to living by herself again while he was gone, so it wouldn’t be so much like him leaving her for Frisco.

Isaac leaned back, crossed his arms, and used his displeased Dom voice. “We still need to address why it’s important for all of us to keep communication open, and let the others know when something is bothering us.”

Frisco nodded. “With four people in a relationship, we can’t afford to let things fester.” He looked to Cassie. “We discovered Cam has an issue with Isaac and me discussing him behind his back. Do you have similar feelings?”

Cassie shook her head in slow motion. “Not so far, but I think you mainly discuss how to put scenes together, and where you want to go with training, and how we’re doing emotionally. The two of you are working as equals, with no actual person in charge, so you kind of need free reign to talk about whatever is important so you stay on the same page and we aren’t left with fucked up management.”

Everyone looked at Cam, who contemplated the floor a few seconds to get his thoughts together. “Cassie makes a valid point, but it still rankles to know the two of you’ve been talking about me and I wasn’t privy to the conversation, and can’t really ask details, either.”

“Do slaves normally get to dictate what their Masters can and cannot discuss?” Frisco asked.

“No, Master.”

“It isn’t quite so simple, I don’t think,” said Isaac.

“Cam?” Cassie’s voice was so sweet, and he looked at her, desperately hoping she could help.

“Your stepfather and mom had lots of conversations about you. I bet you overheard some of them.”

Cam nodded, and Isaac said, “Ah. Thank you, Sweet Thing.”

Isaac went to his knees beside Cam and touched his chin. “Look at me, boy.”

Cam raised his eyes without lifting his head, and Isaac said, “We love you for who you are, and we want you to be the best you can be. Nothing about you needs
fixing
. You aren’t broken. We may want to train you to do something new — not because we don’t love you for who you are, but because you’re our slave and we require service.”

Frisco joined them on the floor and said, “I vow to you that I’ll only talk to Isaac as your Master, and not as your lover or friend.”

Isaac shook his head. “I’ll only make the vow for the short term. Once you return from Atlanta, I’ll talk to Frisco about you in any way I please.”

Cam looked at one and then the other, and finally smiled. “Thank you Frisco, but I think Isaac is right. Give me a few weeks to see how it’ll be to dictate it, but long term, I probably shouldn’t have so much power.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Isaac said, “but if at any time you start to dislike having us talk about you when you aren’t around again, you need to tell us right away so we can address it.”

Cam wasn’t sure he should, but Isaac added, “And to drive home how serious I am, I’m going to soap your mouth and give you a soapy enema, which you’ll hold while you clean the kitchen. If I discover you haven’t told us about something bothering you in the future, the enema will be larger, and you’ll be given
several
jobs to finish before release.”

Okay, Isaac was serious about it. Cam nodded and said, “I understand, Master Isaac.”

They lathered his mouth first, and put a huge soapy ball-gag in to be sure he didn’t swallow any of the soap.

The enema was only a quart, but was almost white there was so much soap in it, and they told him he’d have to hold it with his own willpower as he cleaned the kitchen.

Cam worked as quickly as possible, and twelve minutes later was at the door to the kitchen, begging for permission to go to the bathroom.

Frisco and Isaac had Cassie between them, kissing and fondling her, and Frisco stood and said, “I’ll check the kitchen, make sure it’s acceptable.”

Frisco took his time checking every surface before giving permission, and Cam ran to the bathroom, frantic.

He needed two plain water enemas to rinse the soap out, and by the time he finished, he was exhausted.

When he reported in, however, and thought he’d sit with the others and watch their movie, he was told to change the sheets on the big bed downstairs, and make sure all the bathrooms were clean.

He looked at Frisco a few seconds, disbelieving, but Frisco said, “Do you want to be our slave boy, or not?”

It dawned on him then. This was what he’d asked for. He’d been so discontent being pampered. He dropped to his knees, touched his Master was giving him what he needed. “I do, Master. Thank you.”

“Well then get up off your damned knees and do as you were told.”

Jake followed him around a while, apparently curious as to why he wasn’t with the others. Eventually, though, the large dog went in to be with them, and as Cam passed through to put a load of towels in the washer, he saw the dog on the sofa, too.

Cam expected to have to sleep at the bottom of the bed, and was a little disappointed when his ankle was strapped in as usual and he was spooned into Frisco.

“You’re here because I want to hold you, boy. You don’t always get what you want,” Frisco told him, his mouth to Cam’s ear.

Cassie kissed his forehead before snuggling in with Isaac, and darkness enveloped them as Isaac gave the
lights out
command.

Cam gave a few rapid breaths and Frisco patted his hip, but within a few seconds, Cam remembered he was okay.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Frisco organized everything he’d placed on the kitchen table as Isaac fiddled with his laptop.

“I feel as if there was homework and I didn’t do anything,” said Cassie.

“You can give all the input you want, but nothing is necessary,” Frisco told her.

Isaac pushed his laptop so everyone could see, and said, “Here’s a rough drawing of how the house will look with the new addition.”

He’d taken a picture of the existing house and drawn in the new part. Cassie was a little flabbergasted at the size, but didn’t have a chance to say anything before Isaac switched to the next screen and said, “Here’s the overhead view of the new floor plan.”

Instead of making a hallway with a bunch of bedrooms off it, he’d attached everyone’s rooms onto the side of the great room or the kitchen.

She looked closer at the room going off the kitchen and saw it was Cam’s room, and it was tiny compared to everyone else’s.

“Why is Cam’s room different?”

Isaac looked to Frisco, who said, “He wants to be slave, so we’re giving him a tiny, utilitarian room off the kitchen and laundry room. His sink and toilet are in his room, with a small shower unit.” He shook his head. “His closet is slightly larger than ours though, as our rooms will have dressers or armoires or whatever, and his won’t. He’s going to have a giant super-organized closet whether he wants it or not.”

Frisco’s room stayed the same, and Isaac and Cassie’s were on the long side of the great room, while a giant room with a huge bathroom and a much smaller closet stretched off the other side, and would have a great view of the lake.

Frisco gave Cassie a chance to look it over before saying, “The large room with the river view will be our shared bedroom, and the closet will hold most of the toys currently in the playroom downstairs. We’ll each have our own bedroom and private bath — a place to store our personal things, and somewhere to go if we need to be alone. We’d like the house rules to state we can only sleep in our own bed or the big bed. You and Cam don’t get to sleep in your room and leave everyone else out. I don’t get to take you to my room and leave the other two out.”

Isaac leaned back and said, “I don’t want to limit it to just sleeping. No one touches anyone else’s bed, with the exception of Cam when he changes our sheets. We don’t hang out in each other’s rooms, but if you go in for a few minutes to look at something, you don’t sit on the bed.”

“I know what ya’ll are trying to do, but I’ve gotten used to Cam pulling things out of my closet and handing them to me, so I don’t even have to figure out what to wear. He’s just
around
in the mornings, when I get ready.”

“We don’t want to take that from either of you, and we’ll put a chair in your room for him to sit in, if needed, but he won’t be allowed on your bed and we don’t want the two of you going in there to hang out when we’re all four at home,” Isaac said.

“You’ll be more than welcome to go to the big bedroom, which needs a better name, or stay in the great room, or go outside to the meadow, or down to the water,” Frisco added.

Cassie nodded, “Okay, I can live with that.” She looked back to the laptop’s screen. “This is going to be an expensive project.”

Frisco handed her a sheet with the cost estimate, and she spent a few minutes reading it before looking up. “Not as expensive as I thought, but still a lot. My house is paid for; I could sell it and get four times this much, so it shouldn’t be a problem for me to chip in, though I’m not positive I want to sell.”

Thirty minutes later, the group had figured out how to finance the addition between the three of them in a way that had Cassie and Isaac putting most of it in so they’d all three have about the same amount of money in the whole house. They would go through a title company to have all three names put on the deed.

“Now, we have to figure out what to do about Cam,” Frisco said with a sigh. He had ideas, but needed help figuring out how to put it into practice. “Once he gets a job he’ll be making as much as Cassie and me,” Frisco added, and then seemed to remember something important. He looked to Isaac and asked, “Have you told Cassie how much you’re worth? Or who actually owns most of the land adjacent to my house?”

Isaac shrugged. “It never came up.”

Frisco stared at him until Isaac turned to Cassie with a sigh and said, “My current net worth is a little over three million dollars. Frisco owns the five acre plot the house, garage, and meadow are on, but I own the hundred acres around his land.”

“When we retitle the house, you’ll be part owner of the five acres in the middle,” Frisco told her.

“How did you…where did your money come from?” Cassie asked, flabbergasted. She’d known he had enough money to be comfortable, but…
damn
.

Isaac chuckled, “I’m the sole owner of the fitness center, and I own forty percent of the billiard club. They’re both quite profitable.”

Cassie shook her head. “But your house is so…I mean, it isn’t much bigger than mine?”

Isaac chuckled and leaned towards her to kiss her cheek. “I don’t need to flaunt my wealth, Sweet Thing. Big houses take a lot of time to manage. My house was all I needed as a bachelor.”

Frisco rolled his eyes and said, “He isn’t being completely honest. He had a bigger house once, but had an issue with gold diggers. He wanted to know his friends and girlfriends liked him for who he was and not what he could buy for them.”

Cassie leaned back and folded her arms over her chest, thinking. Everyone was quiet as she took several long minutes to think as she glared at him.

At first, she wanted to be hurt he hadn’t told her. But with the last bit of information Frisco gave her, it fell into place. The fact he was telling her now, trusting her with the information, told her he wasn’t worried about her only liking him for his money.

She dropped her arms and leaned forward. “I don’t think I have anything to say,” she told him. “So you have money. It doesn’t change who you are. It feels as if you were dishonest, but when I analyze it, you weren’t. I mean, not really. So…” She shrugged and looked at Frisco. “What do we do about Cam? If we all own everything and he’s just our slave? It doesn’t feel right.”

“Until he gets a graphic arts job, we’ll require he stop working at the restaurant and take care of us. He’ll do our laundry, clean the house, prep veggies and whatever else I need so I only have to cook. I may even have him cook some of the meals I’ve shown him on the days I come home later. He’ll clean the kitchen, handle the grocery shopping, the yard work, and anything else Isaac or I need from him.”

“But not the things I might need?” Cassie asked.

“If you want him to do something, you tell one of us and we’ll decide whether or not to make him do it,” Isaac said.

“He has to finish school,” Frisco reminded her, “so we don’t want to give him too much to do. Plus, you’re above him on the hierarchy but have no authority over him, so any orders need to come from us.”