Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) by Candace Blevins Page A

needs to hear your answer.”
    “Yes, I’d love to help.”
    The paddle was awful, and Cassie was both turned on and horrified.
    Cam no longer thanked his Master, and Cassie could no longer hear both pain and pleasure in his screams — they seemed to be all pain.
    He fought his restraints, and Cassie was sure he would have escaped and run if he could’ve. Frisco didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath between strikes, but gave them one after another, with only a few seconds to resituate and take aim.
    When the tenth fell he immediately unhooked Cam, turned him, and pulled the smaller man into his arms.
    “You did good, boy. You did good.”
    Cassie could see real tears and didn’t know what was going on. Cam said he could say his safeword and stop it. Why hadn’t he?
    After a few moments, Frisco leaned Cam against the cross and locked him in again, this time face out.
    He motioned for Cassie to come to him, and handed her a bag of clothespins.
    “We’re both going to put them on an identical spot of his body at the same time. We’ll start with his arms. Watch where I pinch the skin, and you do the same. I’ll count down from three, so it’s ‘ three, two, one, clip ’, and then we’ll do it again. Okay?”
    They started on his arms, between his elbow and shoulder, and made a straight line up until it looked as if his skin were a seam.
    Cam groaned, breathed heavy, and squirmed, but didn’t say anything.
    She wanted to caress the skin, trace her fingers over and between his carved and sculpted lean dancer’s muscles, but she restrained herself to copying Frisco, so Cam had the same thing happening on both sides of his body simultaneously.
    Frisco led her through forming a line of them going down Cam’s sides and snaking around his abs. There wasn’t much loose skin to work with on his abs, and Cassie had a hard time getting them to stay. Frisco handed her some with grips, and those stayed.
    They also made Cam moan louder.
    Frisco took the parachute looking thing off Cam’s balls and said, “It’s important you make sure you only catch the skin, okay? None of the meaty good stuff inside.”
    Cassie laughed and agreed, and Frisco talked her through putting them all over Cam’s balls as he watched.
    Cam’s eyes were closed, his body taut, and she wanted to know what was going through his mind. When he screamed and moaned she felt more connected to him, and a little experimenting revealed if she put them on quickly and more random, he started moaning again. So she did.
    When she’d used all the clothespins Frisco provided, he said, “Okay, now I’ll line them up on his cock while you watch.”
    Cassie backed up and watched as Frisco expertly put them on in record time — up one side and down the other.
    It looked strange, and obscene, and downright morbid.
    She wondered if people put clothespins on girl parts, too, but didn’t have the nerve to ask.
    When finished, Frisco smiled and said, “Now comes the fun part. Do you see the smallest flogger on the table?” Cassie nodded and he said, “Bring it to me, please?”
    She lifted it, felt the leather, and was surprised at how thick each strand was. “You’re going to flog him while the clothespins are on?” she asked.
    He shook his head. “No, I’m going to flog the clothespins off.”
    He put his arm around her, pulled her to his side so she could watch, and casually flicked the clothespins on his arm. A few clattered to the ground and Cam gave a sharp yelp.
    Frisco chuckled and struck again.
    It took longer than Cassie thought it should to get them off his arms, sides and abs, and she felt bad she’d needed to use the meaner clothespins for his abs because Cam screamed louder when they came off.
    “Okay boy,” Frisco said, looking at Cam. “I’ll be fast, so get a few good breaths and push plenty of oxygen into your system.”
    Cam took a few deep breaths without blowing much out, much like a swimmer or diver preparing for a long