“Maybe it sounds stupid to a vanilla, but I totally get why you want pain. I’ve heard you beg for an orgasm in the past, so I know you enjoy having them…”
“Sometimes, having an orgasm at the end negates all of the pain. Most of the time it’s good to end the session with love and fluffy hugs and a big, beautiful release. But last night I didn’t want the happy at the end. I wanted to experience the pain, I wanted to drown in the suffering, and I’m lucky enough to have a Dom who understood. What he did was perfect…nut-punching me until I went soft and then locking me in the jailbird. It was exactly what I needed.”
“Would you have wanted pleasure this morning, if they hadn’t insisted?”
He shook his head. “No, but they weren’t wrong to insist. I’d have probably wanted it tonight, but giving me the night to wallow was probably enough.”
“Did your stepfather do…”
Cam gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. “No, he didn’t do anything wrong. He never laid a hand on me in anger, and rarely touched me in any way, not even to hug me.” He shrugged. “He bought the house from a professional photographer, and turned the old dark-room into the time-out room. I don’t think he intended to do the kind of damage he did, and my step-siblings and half-siblings all seem to have survived their time-outs in there just fine.”
“But they didn’t spend as much time in there, did they?”
“No, but they weren’t gay, either.”
“He put you in because you were gay?” Cassie’s face went red and he realized she was pissed off on his behalf. He watched her press the gas, let it up, and then set the cruise control. No matter how angry she was, she always seemed to remember how to hold her temper.
He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss before saying, “Not specifically because I was gay, but…we didn’t have much in common. My stepbrother and stepsister played sports, and I danced. I guess he thought he’d make a man out of me, and when he saw it was impossible?”
Cam looked out the window. He hated talking about it, but he’d avoided the subject the other dozen times she’d asked, and it was past time for him to open up.
“So, you grew up knowing your stepfather didn’t like you? How did your mom treat you?”
“She was supportive of my choices before she married, but then I guess her new husband convinced her something was wrong with me. She still loved me, and came to watch me, and bought dance shoes and paid for lessons and drove me back and forth, but…”
“But she wasn’t excited about it anymore?” Cassie asked.
Cam shook his head and felt Cassie move their hands so she was holding his, instead of the other way around. He tore his gaze from the scenery out the side window to look at her, and she smiled and said, “Well, I’m proud of you, and excited for you, and I think you’re sexy as fuck. Maybe sexier than fuck.”
Jake poked his head through the seats and swiped his tongue up Cam’s face, and the two died laughing as Cassie said, “I think Jake wants to make sure you know he loves you, too.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Marcus had Cassie come into his office twice a week to be sure she was ready for court. Isaac spoke to him after every session, with Cassie’s blessing as long as she didn’t have to listen to the conversation. Some evenings their sessions left her needy, other evenings she was withdrawn and distant.
Over the next couple of weeks, the group spent a few week-nights at Isaac’s, and the majority of the weekend at Frisco’s.
They didn’t have a scene every time they were together, sometimes they all just piled in bed and cuddled and slept. Most nights though, there was sex.
Cam freaked once in the middle of the night, and the group held him and comforted him, and Frisco ended up going to another room with him for about thirty minutes. When the two came back together, Frisco suggested Isaac hold Cam until he fell asleep, and the boy was out in minutes.
As the court date grew closer, Cassie grew more distant. Isaac stopped pushing her, and he talked to Frisco about waiting until after the trial to work on different positions, or anything they hadn’t already done.
Ten days before the trial was to begin, Isaac received a call from Frisco while at work, sitting at the bar and keeping an eye on things. Frisco didn’t waste any time with niceties before saying, “Sam just called me with awesome news. Marcus will tell Cassie, but Sam wanted to give us a heads up.”
“And the news is….”
“Clemente plea-bargained for ten years. Cassie won’t have to testify.”
Isaac sat in the nearest chair as he took in the news. “Hot-damn! We need to celebrate. Now if we can just get the other asshole behind bars.”
“Let’s not bring him up, focus on the good. Any ideas of how best to celebrate?”
“I need to think on it. Have you talked to Cam?”
“No,” Frisco answered. “I’ll wait until between classes to text him.”
“That’s right. He had a test this morning and has rehearsals this evening.” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t even know if celebrate is the right word. You’d planned to work this evening, and I’m at the club until eight. She was going to be on her own, why don’t we wait and see what she wants?”
“I’ve already arranged for another manager to come in,” Frisco said, “I plan to be waiting at her house when she gets home.”
“Cam and I should arrive shortly after eight, keep me in the loop and let me know if I need to stop and pick something up.”
“Okay, I’ll try to talk her into going to your house, and if she will then I’ll cook dinner.”
Isaac was about to let him go when Frisco said, “Do you have a minute? Or, are you wrapped up in a crisis.”
“I’m on the floor, but I can go to my office and talk.”
“Head that way, because I think we need to talk about whether to begin introducing her to anal.”
“You can’t be serious.” There was more he wanted to say, but needed to get to the sanctuary of his office, first.
“I want to actually share her with you,” Frisco said. “When we’re both taking Cam together, it’s…I dunno, it brings us closer together, somehow. I want to share her with you, but she can’t handle someone in her mouth and pussy at the same time. But, we get that with Cam, anyway. What I really want is for us to take her together, with one of us in her ass and the other in her pussy.”
Isaac closed the door to his office and said, “So, it isn’t her ass you want, it’s intimacy between us?” He’d considered the same thing, and realized everyone was intimate with each other except the two Doms. Yes, they got it when they shared Cam, but it wasn’t fair to put the responsibility for it on the two submissives. He could only come up with one possible solution, so he said, “If you’re looking for intimacy with me, I can fuck your ass, but you’re never getting in mine.”
Frisco was quiet for several heartbeats, and Isaac found himself at a loss for what to say next. He worried he’d just screwed up, but kept his mouth shut and left the ball in Frisco’s court.
“Would you really be interested, or was that a joke?” Frisco’s voice was cautious. Wary.
Isaac took a fortifying breath and said, “I don’t want to do anything to screw up our friendship, but since we seem to be embroiled in a relationship with two submissives, and we’re in bed together so often, it would make sense for the two of us to also be more…intimate.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I thought I did, but I’ll try again.” Isaac considered his words before saying, “I won’t submit to you, and won’t ask you to fully submit to me, but the thoughts of you on your knees blowing me, and then turning around and lubing yourself in preparation for me? Yeah…it works.”
Frisco blew out a breath and said, “I won’t submit in front of Cam or Cassie, but if you need me to do it once, so we can be more intimate around them as equals, I will.”
“You’d be okay with them seeing me fuck you, and you neve
r fucking me?”
“Yeah, I would.”
Isaac’s cock swelled in his pants and he considered his options. Probably better to do it sooner than later, but tonight wasn’t going to happen.
“What’s your work schedule tomorrow?” Isaac asked.
“Eleven until five, but I have a manager asking for extra hours so I can go in later if needed.”
“I want to take you in your playroom. We’ll head to your house when Cassie and Cam leave in the morning. How much are you willing to submit to me when they aren’t around?”
Chapter Forty-Five
Cassie agreed to meet Frisco at Isaac’s, and they’d have a few hours with just the two of them before the others arrived. He’d been serious about wanting to start getting her used to at least the idea of anal, but wasn’t sure if she’d be ready to broach the subject. However, when she’d received news of her attackers in the past, she’d wanted to do something to make her feel as if she were in control.
He went by her house and collected Jake before heading to Isaac’s.
When Cassie walked in the door, Frisco had fried potatoes with tons of cheese and sour cream waiting for her, and the ice cream maker working so they’d have desert when she finished her decadent snack.
She stopped to give Jake hugs and let him rub against her as Frisco said, “We’ll have steaks and salads when Cam and Isaac get here, but I thought the news deserved some junk food.”
“You didn’t have to take off work to be with me this evening, but…” She stood and let him fold her into his arms, and he felt her relax as she finished her sentence. “I’m glad you did.” She looked at the ice cream maker and asked, “What flavor?”
“Homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream, made with Bailey’s Irish mint and crème de menthe, and, well, let’s just say it should have quite the kick.”
“You made me alcoholic ice cream?” Cassie laughed and dug into her pile of potatoes. “God, I love you.”
“I made Jake some more peanut butter treats, too. They’re in the oven and he was a huge pain in the ass while I mixed the ingredients.”
Cassie tousled the dog’s head and asked him, “Did you not behave for Frisco?”
Jake tilted his head and gave his best innocent look, and both humans laughed.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think you’re going to have to start making him work for the treats. Nothing major, just make him sit, or lay down, or spin, or…whatever. You spoil all of us too much, but Jake’s starting to be a little demanding.”
Frisco raised his eyebrows and asked, “So, what do I make you do for the ice cream? Will you roll over for me?”
Cassie laughed and blew him a kiss. “I’ll roll over even without the treats, and I know how to say thank you without demanding you make me more.”
Their snack was a lighthearted affair, and Cassie started getting tipsy about halfway through her bowl of ice cream.
Frisco put Jake out in the now fenced-in yard, as they’d discovered his intelligence didn’t help him understand the concept of consensual kink. No one got rough with or hurt Cassie or Cam when Jake was around. Period.
When Frisco returned he started methodically undressing and kissing Cassie all over.
They were on the sofa, and he suggested, “Why don’t you stretch out over my lap, and let me spank your delicious little bottom?”
Frisco alternated hand spanking with fingering her. He had a bowl of coconut oil on the table behind the sofa, and made sure his fingers were extra slick before he began massaging the area around her asshole.
“No, please!”
He moved his finger away and said, “You’re in control, but I want to make you feel good. I promise I won’t put more than one finger in today. Can you relax and let me play a little? Please?”
He used his other hand to tease around her clit — it never hurt to get your submissive so horny they couldn’t think straight.
She nodded and Frisco started again, concentrating on keeping her arousal high while not letting her find release just yet.
As promised, he only used one finger, and drove her close to release, brought her down, and then took her back up a half dozen times before he finally sent her over the top in a screaming orgasm they should’ve both been proud of.
His cock was rock hard under her, but he could wait. He’d managed a finger in her ass, when he’d never played with a girl’s bottom before. And when she still saw anal play as a thing of violence and pain. He hoped he’d taken the first steps towards changing that, today.
She collapsed like a limp rag over his lap when it was over, and he used a baby wipe to clean his hands before sliding sideways so he could lie beside her.
He positioned them so she could bury her head in his chest, and she said, “Thank you. I don’t think I could have ever asked for it, and it feels good to know I just had a screaming orgasm while the bastard is in shackles on a bus with no bathroom, headed towards one of the most hellish prisons in the system.”
Frisco wondered how she knew this, but kept his mouth shut and let her talk.
“I looked up the prison in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania,” she continued, “and it’s bad. I mean, really bad. It’s where they send the worst of the worst, and it sounds like the guards pretty much let the inmates find their own pecking order.” Cassie looked up, meeting his gaze. “He put me through a few hours of hell, but he’s going to experience it for the next ten years. I don’t feel sorry for him, but…” She seemed to consider something a second and said, “Hmmm. No. I thought I had sympathy for him, but turns out I don’t. I might prefer he only be in that horrible, hellish place a few months and then go to a regular prison, but he needs to be locked up so he doesn’t keep hurting women. I’m not the first, and wouldn’t be the last if they didn’t lock him away like an animal.”
“How do you know where he’s headed, and where he is now?”
“Oh, I’m not supposed to, but Tyler looked into it.” She shrugged. “From what I can tell, most prisoners go to a regular jail and if they cause major problems they’re sent to Lewisburg. However, he was apparently involved in several fights while awaiting trial, and it was enough to compel Nevada to let the feds handle the plea-bargaining so the Nevada prison system wouldn’t have to deal with him, and the feds are sending him straight there.”
“My guess is he didn’t know where he’d be going when he plea-bargained?”
“I’m not sure how that works.” She sat up. “I want more ice cream.”
* * * *
Cassie and Cam met Isaac at the door, since he was he last to arrive.
He would never take this for granted — two people who loved him offering themselves for kisses to welcome him home.
Isaac put his arm around both, and gave Cassie a long kiss before turning to Cam and giving him one as well. Cam no longer seemed to be measuring his kisses to Cassie’s, but Isaac had screwed up by treating them different so he tried to make sure he kissed them both about the same.
They all walked into the kitchen as a unit, with arms tangled around each other.
“Smells good,” Isaac said as Jake bumped his leg, and he extracted his arms from Cassie and Cam so he could bend down and talk to the dog.
“I kinda like coming home to you, too, and you seem to have made yourself at home.” He gave him a few more minutes of attention and then walked to the sink to wash his hands as Frisco put Cam back to work helping him get dinner on the table.
Isaac had worried things would be weird with Frisco after their phone conversation, but everything was normal and he sighed in relief.
He talked to Cassie a little about Clemente, but she was quick to change the subject, and seemed to be dealing with it okay, so Isaac let her.
“I ran some numbers on what it’ll take to build onto Frisco’s house, today.”
Isaac saw Cam look to Frisco, and Frisco said, “Cam would like for us to have these conversations away from him.”
Isaac looked at Cam a few second
s, but the boy just stared at his plate.
“He wants to have slave status,” Frisco explained. “When we figure everything out, we’ll need to work it so he can be a slave financially, physically, emotionally…he wants the whole package.”
No one said anything for several long moments, and Cam finally looked at Isaac and said, “Frisco knew what I wanted, and planned to help me find a Master who could give it to me. I’ve asked him to give me…give me what I was looking for.”
Isaac looked to Frisco who shrugged. “My rule for the boys I trained was that they keep a five thousand dollar cushion in their account, or have it in a savings account they could access, so I knew they weren’t staying with me because they had no other option. I didn’t charge rent, so I needed to know they weren’t staying because they couldn’t afford to leave.”
Isaac had known this, but maybe Cassie hadn’t? He only nodded, and let Frisco keep talking.
“Whatever we figure out will involve some kind of financial cushion for Cam for five years. His money, but he won’t be allowed to access it unless he’s leaving us. If we’re all still together at the end of five years, it’ll still be his but he’ll have to come to us to gain access to it.
Cassie reached for Cam’s hand and said, “It’s important to him.”
“Why am I the only one you didn’t talk to about this, boy?”
“I’m sorry. It’s the way things worked out, Master. I talked to Frisco because he already knew what I was looking for, it wasn’t new.” He shrugged. “Cassie knew about it when I was still in training, and we’ve talked about what I want, since.”
“Okay then,” Isaac said. “I’ll talk to the others about it when you aren’t around.”
He’d thought it was a safe subject, something they could get engrossed in without a chance of Clemente coming into the conversation.
Now, he was at a loss.
“Boy, you do understand I’m not through training you, right?” Frisco asked.
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