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

serving bowl and put it, along with the biscuits and bacon, on the table. He poured drinks and asked, “Will I be eating at the table, Frisco?”
    At this, Frisco turned to look at his charge. “Yes. I looked through your grades this morning and you deserve some special attention, but it’s going to have to wait until I’m back to myself. I didn’t drink last night, or the night before, but I sure feel hung over.”
    Cam set two table settings as Frisco asked how Cam’s day had been for the past two days.
    Frisco didn’t offer an explanation of where he’d been or what he’d been doing. He felt obligated to keep Cam from worrying if he didn’t come home when expected, but otherwise, he didn’t owe him any explanations.
    “I saw the ninety-seven on your project. Good job, but why did he mark off three points?”
    “Oh!” Cam said, obviously excited. “I got the highest score! And, this was one of those projects designed to showcase our talents. He posts the raw images we started with, and what we did with them. No names are associated with them online, but if someone wants to hire us to do a job, they can let the professor know, and he’ll let us know. My piece will be shown first online since it was given the highest score!”
    Frisco smiled. “Congratulations! I’m pleased. There’s a reason for doing your best and not just what you can to get by, yes?”
    “Yes, Frisco, and if you hadn’t pushed me I may not have worked so hard. Thank you.”
    When Frisco finished breakfast he stood and told Cam, “You get to do the dishes. Pack up what you want for lunch and put the rest in the fridge for later.” He looked at the clock. “Are you pushed for time? Do you need to study before your test?”
    Cam shook his head. “I studied last night while you slept. I’m all yours.”
    “Come find me when you finish in here. I’m heading to the shower, not sure if I’ll still be there.”
     
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    Frisco set the showerhead to pulse, turned around, and let it beat on his shoulders and neck.
    In the past he’d tried to take on bisexual submissives — not because he intended to play with women around them, but because he didn’t want them to look down their nose at him when he dated women.
    Cam was gay, not bi, but didn’t have the rank disgust so many gay men had towards getting mushy with girls. In his words, “I’m a little attracted to them until I try to kiss them or something, and then it all goes away. The idea of sex isn’t awful, but the reality just never worked.”
    Frisco had been intrigued by the young man, and worked with him a few weeks to be sure it was a good fit before offering him a one-year training contract.
    The contract stipulated Frisco could share him with others, but would assure his safety, wouldn’t leave him alone with anyone unless Cam had agreed to it outside of a scene, and would be sure safe sex protocols were followed.
    Frisco could bring Cassie in, let her watch and even participate. But did he want to?
    His brain didn’t, but his cock did.
    And his curiosity.
    When Cam joined him in the shower Frisco didn’t move, merely asked, “I trust you lubed before you came in?”
    “Of course, Master.”
    He and Cam had both been tested, and both used safe sex practices when with other people. Frisco didn’t use condoms when he fucked his slave.
    Cam turned around, put his hands on the tile shower bench, arched his back, and spread his legs. Frisco turned, lined up, and pressed into his slave’s ass.
    Cam grunted as he was spread, and Frisco groaned in bliss.
    “I’m going to hurt you this morning, but I need to do this first.”
    “Whatever you need, Master.”
    Frisco grabbed his slave’s hips and thrust harder, “Damn straight, whatever I fucking need.”
    He fucked him for a while, realized he didn’t want to come yet, and shut the water off.
    “Go to the playroom and stand over the drain. Don’t dry off. I’ll be down in a minute.”
     
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