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

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    He nodded once and Frisco literally tore into his cock with the flogger.
    Cassie watched in horrified fascination as Cam fought his bonds, and screamed and thrashed and begged, but didn’t say his safeword.
    When it was over, Cam hung on the cross. His body was marked from the clothespins and the flogger, and he looked as if he’d been tortured. He was breathing heavy, with the occasional pained moan, but his cock was hard as a rock.
    “Want to kiss it and make it better?” Frisco asked.
    She realized she’d been staring at Cam’s cock, and blushed. She thought he’d been joking, but his face looked as if he expected an answer and she said, “Can I?”
    He nodded, and she leaned down to lick and kiss it. Before long she took him into her mouth and Frisco laughed.
    “I didn’t say you could suck him.”
    She came off him, embarrassed, but Frisco kissed her on the lips and pressed her mouth open with his as if he wanted to taste Cam in her mouth.
    When he finally let her up for air she was breathless, and he smiled and said, “You can suck him a little later, if you want. For now, let’s get him down and move to the bedroom. I think it’s time we gave you some attention.”
    As Frisco released Cam, he told him, “You’ll need to wake up early enough in the morning to put everything away before you leave for class.”
    “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
    Frisco kept his arm around Cam as they walked, not supporting him physically so much as emotionally. Perhaps providing physical balance, but it seemed more important than just having his arm around the younger man — as if Frisco wasn’t abandoning him after thrashing him.
    They went down four steps and through a door into a huge bedroom.
    The living room had been decorated sparsely, making the space even larger and more cavernous.
    The bedroom, however, was full of old world furniture you’d have expected to see in a king’s chambers a few hundred years ago, with a huge bed sporting gigantic columns and metal work above. There was more than one armoire, and the fabrics on the bed and windows were all in navy and a variety of tans and golds. Most bachelors stayed away from fabrics, but Frisco had gone overboard and the effect was all masculine luxury.
    “Okay, Cassie,” Frisco said, “take the shirt off and center yourself on the bed, on your back.”
    He turned to Cam. “You told me you’d gone down on a woman in high school, but I’m going to talk you through it. Cassie will also give pointers. This is a training session; can you please explain your rules to our female companion?”
    Cam crawled on the bed and sat beside Cassie. “Can I touch your leg while I talk?”
    She nodded and he rested his hand on her thigh. “My contract says Frisco will train me in how to pleasure a woman, in case I someday have a Master who requires this of me. When he’s training me to do something I’ve agreed to, I can’t refuse an order. If I do, I’m punished.”
    Cassie looked to Frisco. “Am I only here so you have a woman to teach him on?”
    Frisco looked horrified, and sat on her other side and gently touched her face. “No, Cassie. Not at all, but if you’re uncomfortable with my teaching him we can do something else. He isn’t scheduled for this part of his training for another couple of months, but since you’re here, and he doesn’t know…”  He shook his head. “I apologize for making it seem so. I’ll change the dynamic, because I don’t want you to feel as if I’m using you.”
    “Please don’t change anything!” she blurted. “I want to help show him, if he wants to learn. I just needed to know.” She waved her arms, trying to explain. “I mean, I want to be here, and I wanted you to want me to be here, too. Not just to train him, but because…” She trailed off, uncomfortable finishing the sentence.
    “I’m very happy to have you here.” He caressed her cheek again and added, “Feel free to give Cam instructions