Free Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) by Candace Blevins

required to ice his own cock and balls when he can’t manage it.”
    Cassie’s pulse sped at the idea of Frisco having so much control over the beautiful young man. “Do you make him cook naked?”
    He laughed. “No, there’s an apron for his use when he cooks.” He smiled. “It’s hard to beat the visual of a naked boy in an apron.”
    Cassie looked out the large wall of windows and could see the water sparkling through the trees in the moonlight. She looked at Frisco and spoke slowly as she put it all together. “You told me you don’t have relationships with men. I guess I didn’t really believe you, and I’m not sure I do now, either. I mean, you’re in a one-year commitment with Cam. Putting an expiration date on the relationship doesn’t keep it from being a relationship.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Frisco leaned away from Cassie and shook his head. He wasn’t going to argue the point with her. He knew she was wrong; she’d figure it out when she saw him in action.
    “To explain what you’re going to see tonight,” he said, determined to keep the conversation on track. “Cam deserves a bit of a reward. Tonight’s scene, the beginning at least, will be structured to give him pleasure. He’s a masochist, so it’ll look painful, but I’ll work him up to the extreme stuff and you may even hear him beg me for more or ask me to hit him harder.”
    He leaned forward and cupped her cheek. “No matter what, you can’t act as if there’s anything wrong with what we’re doing. Cam has learned to be proud of being a slave and I won’t have you destroying the progress we’ve made.”
    Cassie put her palm on Frisco’s hand, over her cheek, and said, “I want to watch. I loved watching the two of you together on the dance floor, and you already know how I felt about the leash. The hitting and slapping I saw online disturbed me, but it was different. You see Cam, when you do things to him. He isn’t an object. You may treat him like one when you’re so casually holding his leash, but your eyes focus on him different than they do on other people.”
    He nodded, flicked the remote, and his huge, movie-screen-sized television came to life on the far wall, looking like a gigantic android screen.
    “Text Cam.” He waited for the texting box to open, addressed to Cam, and said, “We have company. Come to me as you would if we were alone.”
    He watched his words form on the screen and then used the remote as a mouse to click send.
    “Now,” he said with a mischievous smile that made Cassie’s insides heat, “what shall we do with you while I’m busy with Cam?”

     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
     
     
     
    Cam heard the text come in, but didn’t check it until he was in Frisco’s driveway. He wasn’t allowed to read or send texts while on a public road.
    His cock went hard at the command, but he refrained from touching himself.
    That wasn’t allowed, either.
    Cameron walked to the side patio and took his shoes off, then his clothes. Slaves don’t usually enter through the front door.
    He folded his clothes into a neat bundle on the outside table, lifted them as a unit, and carried them inside where he settled the clothes and shoes in a small cabinet.
    Standing tall, he considered his posture, looked at his cock to be sure it was erect enough — and boy was it ever. Damn , he was so hard it hurt, and had no idea when he’d be allowed another orgasm.
    He could see the back of someone’s head in the great room, but had no idea who it was.
    Or what was in store for him.
    He knew Frisco’s training would eventually involve teaching him to serve more than one man at a time. He’d had small tastes of it but looked forward to more. A lot more.
    He circled the throw rugs delineating the living area, keeping his feet on the hardwood floor. As he neared them, he realized Frisco was with a woman , and he paused a few seconds before remembering his task.
    Every other time Frisco had brought a woman home, Cam had