Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) by Candace Blevins

ass.
    She wondered how often Frisco fucked it.
    His legs weren’t too bad, either, and she could see the dancer in him as he walked across the room.
    Shit, even his back muscles were fucking sexy, the way his shoulder blades moved, and the muscles curved into his waist, and then merged with his fine, fine, ass.
    He turned and faced the room, placing his hands and feet in the appropriate places on the cross. The front view was just as good, and she took a moment to look at his clean-shaven cock and balls.
    He had the perfect cock. Thick without being too long.
    Cam held position without being bound while Frisco attached a leather parachute-looking thing to his slave’s balls, and then added dangly bits until Cam’s poor nutsack stretched towards the floor. Cam grunted and moaned a little, but didn’t complain.
    Cassie wasn’t too sure about using the vibrator, but she put her fingers around her clit and massaged the area.
    When Frisco finished, he motioned for his slave to turn around, and it only took a few seconds for Frisco to secure Cam on the cross.
    The next five or ten minutes weren’t terribly exciting. Frisco flogged Cam’s back, ass, and thighs — but she could tell he wasn’t doing it very hard, though Cam’s skin gradually grew pink, and finally started turning a little red. Cam moaned in pleasure and moved around a little, but Cassie thought she may have made more noises during her foot massage.
    When Frisco finally stopped she was disappointed. However, instead of being finished, he merely put the whip down and lifted another.
    At the first strike, Cam’s head lifted towards the ceiling and he made a noise that could have signified pleasure or pain, but the mystery was solved when Cam ground out, “Oh, god yes. Thank you Master.”
    Frisco put his whole body into the next strike, and welt marks formed across Cam’s back in mere seconds. Cam gave a small scream, thanked his Master again, and took a few seconds to relax his body in preparation for the next strike.
    This flogger was louder than the others, and each blow sent more blood into her clit. No longer bored, Cassie pressed three fingers inside herself and pressed her palm to her clit in an attempt to give herself some relief.
    Still, the cluster of nerves throbbed and grew with each strike, and she had to keep from making noises along with Cam.
    Frisco moved around his slave’s body until the red lines criss-crossed all over his back, ass, and thighs. She’d read it was bad to wrap, but lines snaked around his body and Cam’s louder screams as they formed made her insides quake and shiver until she was in danger of coming.
    Frisco traded the flogger for a black stick this time, and it didn’t look like he hit terribly hard, but a white line immediately formed and quickly filled with red. Cam’s right foot lifted and stomped a half dozen times, and he roared a loud and deep fuck every time his foot landed.
    When he finally stilled, he said, “Thank you Master. God, it’s a lot, but…Thank you.”
    Frisco stepped to Cam’s other side and, for the first time Cassie noticed, looked at her. His perceptive eyes took in her hand on her pussy, and he shot her a quick smile before once again returning his attention to Cam.
    The next strike seemed just a little harder, and Cam once again stomped his foot and said fuck a half dozen or so times. His thanks seemed heartfelt, as if he truly wanted each and every blow.
    This went on another ten or fifteen minutes, and Cassie had never been so close to an orgasm without someone touching her.
    Frisco stopped, put his mouth to Cam’s ear and said something Cassie couldn’t hear, though she heard Cam’s “Yes, Master.”
    Frisco lifted a thick, heavy paddle with holes in it and looked at Cassie. “He’s going to take ten strikes of this and then we’ll turn him around and I’d like you to help me put clothespins on him. Are you up for it?” She nodded, but Frisco said, “Cam can’t see you; he