Belonging: Book Two in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  “They’re cute. Just like you.” He bent to kiss her and picked her up. “But you shouldn’t be out her in bare feet, sunshine. You’ll catch a cold.”

  I headed towards the front door with Gina and asked Anthony if they wanted to get dinner later. He shook his head and said he thought they’d just order a pizza and relax tonight. They needed some time together to talk about the day so I didn’t apply pressure for dinner. Anthony had calmed down and had regained his focus. There wasn’t a better man for Sydney.

  I couldn’t help but think about Colin though. He has been deeply interested in Sydney ever since he got her text begging for help. Even before that, once he found out she really was into kink, he was determined to help show her to his side of it. But I worry that along the way, just like Anthony, that he’s fallen.

  Chapter 17

  Wednesday, November 27th

  Anthony

  I woke up in the middle of the night to her saying her safe word in her nightmare. That doctor has got to be able to help her with this. She can’t keep this sleep schedule up. I gently woke her up and once she realized it was me, she threw her arms around me. I could feel her body shaking in my arms and I cuddled her against me with the throw. I shook my head at myself when I started to think back to last night at my place without having the bandages or blanket.

  I remembered her journal and the request of Chris for her to try to write down her nightmares. I put the notebook on the bed and tried to get her to write but she was too upset and it was so late. I held her in my arms until we both fell asleep.

  I woke up to feeling a warm mouth enveloping my morning wood. I remained still but opened my eyes to find the top of Sydney’s head greeting me. Even though I wanted to raise my hips and control the movements in and out of her mouth, I reminded myself that I need to be still and let her do that at her own pace. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but damn it felt good.

  “Sunshine, I’m going to come. Move if you don’t want it in your mouth, sweetie.”

  I’ve been very good about always giving her the option. I don’t think she was ever given that choice from Howard. I gave her a few moments to decide before I released my warm fluid. I felt her tongue lapping up my come and cleaning my cock. I made sure to cuddle her when she finished and then we got up and took a bath together. It was Wednesday and Colin was coming home late this afternoon. I wasn’t going to work today and would spend the day with Sydney. I had a lot on my mind and needed to sort it out before Colin came home.

  I made sure Sydney had lots of physical contact with me through the afternoon. We watched some TV and then she spent some time writing in her notebook on the patio. She really seems to like Colin’s patio and spacious yard that opens up to a golf course. My place didn’t have that. I had a small balcony that overlooked the glitz and noise of Vegas. Sydney needed a place like this. She’s spent too much time cooped up in a tiny studio apartment in a bad area.

  Around 4:00 p.m. I got the text from Colin that he just landed. I exhaled a heavy sigh. My alone time with Sydney was up. While I had a good time with her, I was glad Colin was back. He can help her talk about things much better than I can. Sydney and I pulled up to the curb where I found Colin. I popped the trunk of his Range Rover and got out to help him with his bag. Sydney got out of the front seat and Colin pulled her in a tight embrace. I watched him hold her and felt that dropping feeling in my stomach that Matt told me about. Colin was good for her.

  “I missed you, baby,” he said while he held her, but kept his eyes on me.

  He helped her in the back seat and then roughhoused with me by punching me in the arm before we got into the car.

  “I missed you too, Anth and I’m glad to be home. Take me to McDonald’s.”

  We headed for the McDonald’s close to his house and heard about Macau and a little bit about business. Sydney was in a good mood and was being playful. At McDonald’s Colin sat across from Sydney and kept smiling and looking at us.

  “What’s with the grinning, man? You didn’t come back with another tattoo, did you?” I finally asked him.

  “No, I just missed you guys. I wished I could have been here for the appointment with Chris.”

  I didn’t want to go into it and I kind of hoped Sydney didn’t either. I looked away for a while and changed the subject to Blake’s party. Colin said he still wanted to go, so we went home and changed for Blake’s.

  Chapter 18

  Wednesday, November 27th

  Colin

  When I saw the two of them I was excited and then quickly reminded myself that Anthony was taking the upper hand with her now. He belonged with her. He was good with her and effortlessly calmed her and cared for her. I knew Anthony would do anything for this girl and even though I knew my own heart was breaking, I also knew that each of their hearts were swelling. They would be happy together. All I wanted was for Sydney to be happy and in a safe D/s relationship. Anthony could give her everything she wanted and needed.

  When we got home, I had planned on going upstairs to take a shower and change for Blake’s, but Sydney sweetly ran ahead of us to start bath water in her room. I wasn’t going to refuse it and it was probably going to be my last bath with her. My chest ached with the thought. Soon Sydney wouldn’t be sleeping under this roof. She’d be in the capable hands of my best friend. I was going to miss her terribly. In such a short amount of time, she’s become the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep at night.

  We went into the bathroom and began undressing for our bath. The sight of the wound from Paul on Anthony’s chest made me nearly swear out loud. Thankfully I kept myself in check and just managed to keep my staring to a minimum.

  To say that there was sexual tension in the air was an understatement. I wondered if Sydney and Anthony had any play time while I was gone. But from the moment the three of us got in the tub, it became clear that we needed some play time. Sydney sat sideways in the tub and stroked on Anthony and I while we leaned against the tub. She was so determined to please us.

  I wish things could just stay as they are now. I allowed myself to think that, as she brought me to the edge. I didn’t prolong it or fight it off. I had been away from Sydney for a few days and had enough jacking off. Right after I came, Anthony came. The expression of satisfaction on her face was priceless. She sat there looking like we just made her come. She was all smiles and looked at us adoringly. Then she began to wash us.

  I looked up at Anthony and he was watching her tend to me. Was he upset about it? It didn’t look like he was, but I had to tread carefully. I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries and make him think I was trying to steal her away from him. I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was allowing himself to risk a relationship with Sydney. I didn’t want to do anything that would potentially push him away. He was everything that Sydney needed in a Dom. And then he surprised me.

  “Col, we should take care of our girl.”

  My heart jumped at his words. He was allowing me to play with her. While this made me hard again with anticipation, it also worried me. If he was willing to allow me to play with her, did that mean he was withdrawing again?

  We helped her out of the tub, dried her off and then took her to the bedroom. I was trying hard not to look at the red raised wound that had formed on Anthony’s chest. I was irate over it and couldn’t begin to imagine that night. Matt told me some, but eventually I would talk to Anthony about it.

  Sydney was on her back and let her eyes go back and forth between Anthony and I. God, she looked good. I glanced at Anthony and saw that he was smiling and looking at me.

  “She has been working on taking the next size plug,” he told me.

  “That’s excellent.”

  “Since you’ve been away, maybe you’d like to insert it.”

  I went to the drawer where we kept some of the toys and lube and began lubing it as I walked back towards the bed. Anthony was sitting on the bed stroking the back of hi
s hand over her swollen nipple.

  “Sunshine, roll over and get in position for your plug.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Sydney sounded eager to get her plug and quickly got on her knees and then bent over. Anthony reached over and spread her cheeks for me. I got rock hard as I peered at the tight, tiny hole staring at me. Taunting me. My mental image of her little hole fueled my morning and evening jack off sessions. I was generous with the lube because it was important that she felt no pain with the anal training. I slowly pushed the plug in and watched her body tense as it disappeared.

  “Relax, baby. I know it feels like a lot, but it’s not much bigger than your first one. Is it uncomfortable?”

  I made sure to use the word “uncomfortable” rather than “painful.” I wanted her not to associate pain with everything sexual or erotic; especially anything anal. She’s already spent too much time making those associations.

  “Lick her pussy, Col.”

  I quickly stared at him only to see him smile sideways at me. I helped Anthony flip Sydney over to lie on her back again and he immediately went down to suck on her nipples. I knelt on the floor and began licking her soft, warm flesh. She smelled intoxicating. Arousal and a hint of vanilla just about did me in. When she began moving her hips ever so slightly, I couldn’t help but smile. Little kitten can want more but little kitten needs to wait. I wrapped my arms under her legs and placed my palms on the top of her thighs, holding her still. Now that she was still and wasn’t moving much, I allowed my tongue to run wild on those pouty pussy lips.

  “Do you like what Colin’s doing, sunshine?”

  “Yesss, Sir.”

  “Tell him, sunshine. Don’t be shy.”

  “Sir, your tongue is making me feel really good.”

  I tugged a little on the ring of her plug and she moaned into Anthony’s mouth. Anthony was working on her nipples and making out with her while I made out with her lower lips and tugged on the plug every now and then. She is so responsive to our touch.

  Suddenly she tensed up and tried to arch her back and started grinding against my face. Oh yes, our fragile kitten was ready to come, but she almost seemed afraid to. Anthony already picked up on that though.

  “Sunshine, don’t keep that orgasm. You don’t get to keep those. Let go of it.”

  I clamped my lips over her clit, pushed a finger inside her soaked pussy and tugged on the plug. That did it.

  “Ah! Colin, Anthony! Ahhh! Ohhh!” I felt her body throb and begin to shake when I pulled the plug out. Watching Sydney come was a treat. Anthony was a lucky man. He had a lifetime of this to look forward too.

  I sat back on my heels and rubbed her legs while Anthony pressed himself closer to her while propped up on an arm. He held his hand over her stomach and kept his eyes on her. He loves her. I know he loves her.

  The three of us cleaned up and headed over to Blake’s for his party. I knew I wouldn’t last long at the party because I was so tired. Anthony drove us to Blake’s, and on the way I filled Sydney in on Blake’s two live in subs. We had told her a little about them when we took her to Irons for the first time, but I wanted to elaborate.

  “Blake and his wife, Cathy, have a male and female live in sub. Noah is in his early thirties and Kelsie is thirty, I believe. They are not slaves, Sydney. Nor are they there against their will. Blake and his wife love them and care for them. I think you might have seen Noah at Irons but tonight we’ll introduce you to both of them.”

  “Sir,” Anthony and I both said, “yes” when she said Sir. I had to stop that reaction of mine. She was his. Going to be his. I had to exercise some control as hard as it would be. “Will Paul be there?” I risked a glance at Anthony and could see his mouth had formed a tight line.

  “I’m sure he will not be there, baby. It sounds like Blake was furious and severed his ties with Paul.” I said.

  I thought this might be a good time for us to talk about last Sunday since she brought Paul up. But Anthony shut down that conversation before it really begun. I let it go. For now.

  As we walked up to Blake’s door, Anthony took Sydney’s hand and reminded her to let either of us know if she wants to leave. Blake welcomed us in and Noah was right there to take our jackets from us.

  “Noah, this is Sydney. I don’t think you were introduced at the club yet.” Blake spoke directly to Noah. He introduced Noah to Sydney and they exchanged pleasantries. Blake also added to Noah that Sydney was a submissive as well. Noah smiled and nodded. He showed her where the bathroom was at the end of the hall and as soon as he hung up our jackets he led us towards the kitchen for beverages.

  Anthony still had Sydney’s hand and they kept up the pace with Noah while I walked back at a distance with Blake. I had a feeling he had a lot to tell me and I knew I had a lot to ask him.

  “So how was Macau?”

  “It was good, thanks. I couldn’t be more excited about the direction business is going, although the timing of my trip posed some issues. I wasn’t there for Sydney’s appointment with Chris and I haven’t had the chance yet to really talk with them about it. Matt said Anthony told him it was rough. And the situation with Paul has me unsettled. I was so close to hopping on a plane to come home once I talked to Matt Sunday night.”

  “Matt drove them home that night after Anthony calmed down in my office. It was disturbing to watch on the security footage. Paul had been a member for a long time. Long before I started mentoring Anthony. He pushed the envelope quite often without going over the edge, but I can’t ignore what he did Sunday night.”

  “Blake, Paul was a threat to Sydney and Anthony. I don’t blame Anthony for getting into a fight with Paul.”

  “I know, Colin. I don’t blame him either. After seeing the security footage, I’m glad Anthony did what he did. Paul said some disturbing things.”

  I stopped walking and reached out to stop Blake from going forward.

  “Like what? Just disturbing things in general or specific things towards either of them?”

  “To both of them really. But he kept making violent, sexual references towards Anthony. Paul made reference to Anthony’s cocky mouth and said that he’s wondered what it would feel like wrapped around his cock. Shit like that. It was really out of left field. I hope Paul hadn’t said crap like that to him before Sunday night. I would have hoped Anthony would have brought something like that to my attention if the verbal taunts had been going on. I have a feeling though, shit like that had been said before and Anthony brushed it under the rug. You know how Anthony is. Were you ever aware of Paul saying shit like that to him before?”

  I told Blake that I was aware of a few instances that Paul made asshole-like comments that were directed towards me regarding Anthony. But these instances were just since we started taking Sydney to Irons, and maybe a few isolated comments prior to that.

  “They ended up struggling. Punches were thrown and that sort of thing. Paul had Anthony against the wall and had his hand around Anthony’s neck and tried grabbing at his side where his scar is. Even then, Paul was still saying shit to him. His hands were all over Anthony.”

  “What the fuck? How did Anthony react?”

  “You should have seen him, Colin. I have never, ever seen Anthony that unsettled and angry. After dealing with Paul and the security footage, I went up to my office where Matt took them.” Blake leaned against his stair railing and smiled at a couple walking by. “You know I have a soft spot for Anthony. I was worried about him. He wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone and had closed himself off. But he had Sydney in his arms.”

  “It’s crazy, Paul snapping the way he did. I wonder what the hell set him off or provoked him to do that.”

  Blake folded his arms and looked me square in the eyes. “Sydney,” he said to me. One simple word that motivated everything I did lately. The name of a young woman whom I cared for deeply, and that I knew my best friend would do everything in his power to keep safe.

  “Come again?”

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bsp; “Sydney. Paul wanted to play with Sydney or have the opportunity to negotiate a scene with her. You told him time and time again that it’d never happen so he thought with you out of the country, he might be able to swindle Anthony into a threesome. When the polite way didn’t work, he turned aggressive and violent.”

  I looked around the room wanting to find Anthony and Sydney. I knew they were enjoying themselves and she was safe with him. But now it was for my own selfish reasons that I wanted to physically see them.

  I was shocked by the finer details Blake was sharing with me. I glanced towards the kitchen where I knew Anthony and Sydney had headed. This bit of info definitely made me think more about Paul’s motive.

  “Unfucking real.”

  Blake’s wife came over and gave me a hug.

  “Colin, please excuse me.” She turned to face Blake and he laced his hands with hers. “Francis is in the playroom and wanted to chat with you about the pulley system.”

  “I’ll be there shortly, darling.”

  His wife strolled off and I told him I’d catch him later. I headed towards the living room and found Matt, Gina, Anthony and Sydney sitting together talking. I felt happy seeing Sydney so close to Anthony. I stopped in the kitchen and watched my best friends. Sydney was leaning against Anthony. He had a hand around her back to her shoulder and he stroked on her arm lazily. It wasn’t until I sat down in a chair next to the couch, did I notice Anthony’s other hand was playfully massaging her breast somewhat discretely. I raised my eyebrow at him but he didn’t see me. He was listening to Matt talk about how his afternoon at his office was pretty tame after Anthony left Monday. Wait, what? I missed something. It was an important something, and I interrupted.

  “You went and saw Matt at his office Monday?”

  Anthony nodded and glanced at Matt. Warning bells went off in my head. Why was he seeing Matt? To my knowledge, Anthony wasn’t sick. Maybe this was something in relation to Sunday night at Irons. That welt looked painful. Paul definitely knew how to use a whip to get a desired effect.