Belonging: Book Two in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  “Col, something’s bugged me since you started training her and it really bothered me this morning. And I know this stems from what Evan and Seth possibly wanted.”

  “Okay, let’s talk about it. This is good, Anth. We both need to feel comfortable enough to discuss whatever doesn’t feel quite right. What’s bugging you?”

  “I don’t want her to feel like she has to wait for us to start eating. She’s not our slave. She’s our sub.”

  “She’s more than that. You know that, Anth.”

  “I do. My point was just that, you and I aren’t into high protocol. A slave would wait for her Master to eat. Sydney isn’t our slave. She’s too tiny and came from a shitty apartment with little food. You and I should be taking care of her first.”

  I understood what he meant and agreed with him. We’d explain it to her tonight. I’m glad he and I talked about it. Especially after seeing how she lived, Anthony was right; he and I needed to make sure she always had enough to eat.

  “Don’t forget that Sydney has a follow up tomorrow with Matt,” I said as I was scrolling through my phone.

  “What is Matt doing tomorrow?” Anthony asked me as he pulled his phone out frowning. He was skimming through his calendar on his phone. “Fuck! I didn’t put it in here.”

  “Matt’s going to check on her abdomen and ribs. He’ll probably look at the welts on her back and see how the wounds are healing. And another pelvic exam.”

  “Fuck! She gets so upset over those.”

  “I know, Anth. But it’s for her health. Hell, I just learned a few nights ago that Howard had his violent way with her for nearly seven years. Don’t you think seven years of that damages someone physically?”

  He was staring hard at me and then looked away. Shit. His folks fucked him up too. I bet he wishes he only had seven years’ worth. He had that by the time he was in the third grade.

  “Anthony, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to minimize anything you went through. I know you suffered ten years more than she did.”

  He ran his hand through his hair and started shaking his head. He was quickly punting a discussion like that far from our atmosphere.

  “It’s not about me. I agree with you. Yes, seven years can do a lot of damage. I support her needing to go for the follow up and I’m sorry if it came across like I didn’t. I just hate seeing her so upset and uncomfortable.”

  “We’ll be there for her.” I paused so he could calm down a minute and shake his mom and Bruce from his head. “Since we’re thinking about not using condoms anymore, I think you and I should get tested again. It’ll give her peace of mind, which is something she hasn’t had. We have to get it out of her head that she’s bad and isn’t worth our skin touching hers.”

  Anthony and I went to lunch after that and talked about Blake’s upcoming holiday party and auction. Many people in the community volunteered their time and/or services all in the name of Blake’s charity. I hold a black tie party in October and then we have one in December at my place. Anthony usually offers a rope session. It’s usually one of the most popular items on the auction block. Blake has hinted his wife wants him to bid on it so Anthony will give them a private class. Anthony hasn’t committed to offer a rope session as of yet, though.

  “Have you thought about the rope session?”

  He nodded while he ate his sandwich and then looked out at the Strip.

  “I don’t think I’m going to do it this year. I don’t feel right about it.”

  I knew where he was coming from. But auctioning out his famous rope evening didn’t mean he had to have sex with whoever won the bid, although last year’s did. A good friend of Blake’s won. She’s a little older than I am and has known Anthony, Matt and I since we all joined the club in our twenties. She’s a Domme and a damn good one too. Anthony did a very involved rope pattern on her and suspended her. While he had her suspended, he flogged her until she was nice and red. I knew last year’s scene was on his mind. He didn’t want to put himself in that situation right now.

  “Anth, it’s for charity. A charity that should be very close to you and I after all Sydney’s been through. All you’d be doing is teaching a rope session. Blake and his wife are interested. Sydney would understand it’s for charity. Just think about it some more. Blake is coming over Saturday to go over the party specifics.”

  I wasn’t going to push him into doing it. But it was charity and his rope session fetched a pretty penny. And also in the back of my head was knowing how much he loved rope, and that he couldn’t use rope with Sydney. I know he’s said it doesn’t matter and he’d give it up, but it’s such a huge part of him. I thought if he did auction it off, it could still feed his need for rope play.

  Since Christmas has been on our minds some, Anthony and I went to the outdoor mall close to work and roamed around a bit after lunch. We went into a novelty store mainly because the window display had a superhero poster. Turns out the store had tons of superhero stuff and Anthony was like a kid in a candy store looking at all of it.

  “Col, we need to get some stuff.”

  We scoured the store and ended up with some desk accessories for her new space, several journals that had characters on them, a Wonder Woman throw, a Batman and Robin wall clock, a wall calendar for the upcoming year and a new Iron Man tank top. It wasn’t exactly like the one she had to toss out, but it was new and would fit her. At the counter, Anthony grabbed a stack of superhero stickers.

  “Seriously, man? I think the other stuff is cool and she’ll go crazy over it, but stickers?”

  “Yeah, I’m going to put these on some of the larger bandages. She’ll like them and they will make her smile.”

  Man, he had me there. I smiled and nodded at him. Anthony had Sydney’s guilty obsession dialed in. We planned to give these things to her for Christmas so she could decorate the empty room upstairs as her space. I thought it was very important for her to have her own space and this way she could decorate it with stuff she loved.

  Anthony pulled some stuff out of the bag to look at while we drove back to work. He was eyeing the Batman and Robin wall clock. It was pretty neat and Sydney would love it.

  “Hey, do you think she’ll think of me as Batman or Robin?” He asked at a stoplight.

  “You’re definitely Robin, Anth.”

  “What!” I couldn’t help but laugh and give him shit over that. We jabbed at each other the rest of the way to work and both decided that we were each Batman for different reasons.

  We stopped and talked with Dwayne for a few minutes in the atrium before heading up to the tenth floor. Anthony started up in the elevator again about the Batman and Robin thing.

  “Fuck it. You can be Batman. You’ve got the whole thing going with the pretend muscles and rubbery body armor.”

  I turned to look at him leaning against the wall of the elevator and really tried hard not to laugh. I ran my hand over my shirt and pulled it so the fabric would be tight against my body. I pointed to my obvious chest muscles that could be seen through my shirt.

  “Got news for you, Robin, my muscles are real. Check it out.” I pointed to my chest and abdomen and he smirked and stood up straighter and did the same thing.

  Anthony has defined biceps and pecs but his abs weren’t near the definition that I had. His stomach was flat and he had some definition. He and I are just two different body types. It didn’t matter though, Sydney loved both of us. He laughed and flipped me off.

  “You wanna touch my abs, Robin, and see what real muscles feel like?” I joked with him.

  He burst out laughing and shook his head. I ended up holding my stomach while laughing.

  “No, fuck you, man. It’s bad enough I have to watch those things flex when you fuck. I’m not touching them. Besides, I’m happy being Robin. Robin’s got a thicker dick.”

  The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and Anthony and I were both still trying to stifle laughs over the Batman and Robin thing. Anthony’s secretary was waiting for the elevat
or and smiled when she saw us laughing.

  “What has you two in stitches?”

  “Don’t ask. Trust me, you don’t want to know.” I said as we walked by.

  I headed to my office and Anthony headed to his. I smiled again as I neared my office. Sydney. Sydney is what had Anthony and I all smiles. I loved that girl so much. I concentrated on some work for a while before my meeting with Mitch, James and Anth to go over various projects. Anthony, Mitch, James and I were in my office going over some things when my secretary came in.

  “Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. I need the final head count for the Christmas party to give to the hotel where the party is at. I have the rest of the staff but you two.” She pointed at Anthony and I.

  Oh fuck. I glanced at Anthony as he picked his phone up and pretended to be looking for something.

  “Just me, this year Leslie,” Anthony said and went back to fiddling with his phone.

  “Alright, and you?” Leslie was looking at me waiting.

  “Two. Sydney will be attending with me.”

  I went back to looking at my screen but glanced back up to see Leslie quickly filing out with a smile on her face. Shit, Anthony and I need to talk about this too. As Mitch and James headed out of my office, James mentioned how nice it will be to see Sydney.

  “Anth, about the party…”

  “Colin, don’t worry about it. Look, we have something very unconventional. It’s not always going to be as easy as it is with our friends from Irons. Around work functions and to our colleagues, you’re her man. Everyone already knows especially after the shit with Howard coming to the building. I’m fine with it. I’m happy to be part of something like this and I’m not going to pout that she’s not on my arm at the fucking work Christmas party. She’ll be with me on Christmas. I get to go to bed with her, and wake up with her, and I’m comfortable with that. We know the truth.”

  Finally 3:30 appeared and Anthony and I headed home. I was pretty sure things were going okay with her. Anthony and I had kept good tabs on her during the day and Gina went over for lunch. I talked to Matt early afternoon and he had said that Gina thought Sydney was doing fine and nothing like yesterday.

  We opened the door and there she was. Naked, legs slightly parted, palms up on her thighs and her smiling face looking up at us. And peeking at us between those legs was a bare as can be pussy.

  “Hi, Sirs!”

  The excited feeling sparked through my system when my eyes fell on her. I walked to her and cupped her cheek while looking into those deep blue eyes. Everything in the world that I needed was in those blue eyes. I stepped to the side and looked back at Anthony. He stood a short distance away, hands in his pockets looking down at her. His gaze was intense to say the least.

  “She’s beautiful, huh Anth?”

  He quietly walked forward and then crouched in front of her while I stroked her hair. He reached out and ran his thumb across her lips and then tweaked a nipple pulling a playful yelp from Sydney.

  “Gorgeous.”

  Anthony let his hand wander down between her legs and then his finger disappeared inside her.

  “Mmm, Sir.”

  Anthony smiled and looked up at me. Sydney is so responsive to us. He pulled his finger out and stuck it in his mouth.

  “Mmm, is right sunshine.”

  He stood up and we all went to get ready to go out. Anthony was going to help her get dressed while I went upstairs to change. I was semi hard after watching her coo at the invasion of Anthony’s finger. I quickly changed into jeans and a button down shirt. It’d be warm enough with my jacket. Thinking of that reminded me that we’ve got to get Sydney a coat. She had a flimsy twill jacket that didn’t even zip because the zipper was broken. We’d look for one tonight.

  When I got downstairs they were still in their room getting ready. I let them be and went to the kitchen and found her limit list and glanced over it. I was proud of her. It looked like she made progress on it today too.

  She was okay about costumes and outfits for scene play and marked it as a four. The clothespins didn’t do too well though and got a three. She marked she had never tried them. Some people at Irons could get very detailed with clothespins and had colored ones and they’d make a design on their sub’s body with them. Some were really impressive.

  I was surprised to see she made it through the cutting category without me getting a text. She marked it as a hard limit. Good girl. She also marked electricity as a hard limit. Nothing here surprised me or disappointed me. Anthony and I weren’t into cutting or using electrical wands. I wanted and needed her mind to submit. I didn’t need to dress her body in clothespins or poke needles through her skin. I just needed her mind to be open and willing.

  She had a few question marks next to the exhibitionism category. Good, she knew to leave it until we could explain. Perfect timing because they walked into the kitchen.

  “Baby, I was just looking over your accomplishments today. I’m proud of you for getting further. Did anything upset you or make you question anything?”

  “No, Sir. After our talk, I reminded myself that these were only things with you two. I knew you wouldn’t cut me so I marked it as a hard limit and moved on. I didn’t give it any additional thought. But this one,” she moved next to me and pointed to the exhibitionism category. “I wasn’t sure what this one meant exactly.”

  “Think of it in terms of Irons. Most of the scene rooms have windows for others to look in. Sometimes an unattached sub will go in one of the rooms alone just to entice a Dom or a Top. They’re exposing their body and vulnerabilities to others. That’s what the voluntary section of the category is. Now, forced exhibitionism isn’t as bad as it sounds. I know the word ‘forced’ makes it sound bad. But really it would be like me instructing you to go sit on our patio, naked. I could give you directions to play with yourself or something like that. That would be forced. Also, when Anthony gives you and I instructions or vice versa, that’s a form of forced exhibitionism. But remember Sydney; you always have your safe word. It’s always valid and won’t be ignored, baby.”

  She nodded and was thinking about it. Sydney picked up her pen and marked them both as a three. She’d do it for us. I felt my dick twitch at the idea of Anthony and I sitting in the spa in the middle of the day instructing her to get naked on the patio lounger. Maybe we could incorporate that when the weather gets warmer.

  “How did you do with the online toy shopping?”

  “Good, I think. There are some crazy toys out there.”

  I led us to the den and sat down at my computer and I pulled up the website I directed her to and checked out the shopping cart. I was eager to see what our fragile little kitten found exciting to try. I couldn’t help but smile when a saw some blue anal beads waiting in the cart. Anything involving anal was a perfect indicator that Sydney was progressing and that she trusted Anthony and I. Howard hurt her anally, badly. But here she was, willing to try with us.

  Sydney was sitting on my lap and Anthony was leaning over the desk so he could see too. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling over her selection as well. He also knew that her toy choice proved she trusted us.

  Her mind was opening and this was something that turned me on incredibly. With an open, willing and trusting mind, we could make her soar. I was so proud of her.

  “Anth, order our girl the blue beads.”

  I pushed Sydney and I away from the desk and out of Anthony’s way. I made sure I spent some time making out with Sydney while the blue anal beads were being purchased.

  Once Anthony was finished I pulled myself away from Sydney’s lips. We had a long shopping night ahead of us and needed to get going.

  I kissed her forehead and looked her over. Anthony put her in a long sleeved, light blue henley and her zip up navy sweatshirt he bought for her. She was soft and made me want to sit and hold her for hours.

  “We need to find you a warmer coat, baby. Maybe tonight.” I tugged the zipper up on her sweatshirt
to ensure that her chest stayed warm.

  “This is warm. It’s the warmest and nicest stuff I’ve had.”

  I smiled at her and then looked over at Anthony. The clothes he picked up that morning have turned out to be the nicest clothing she’s had. I wanted to give this girl the world.

  “Baby, when the three of us go out like this, it’s going to be hard for Anthony and I both to touch you as we want. Remember, before we go out we’ll tell you which one of us will be your main Dom. As we discussed last night, that doesn’t mean the other one is less important, but rather than you worry about which one of us will be giving direction or holding your hand, we’ll tell you upfront. I’m going to be your main Dom tonight. I’ll hold your hand in public and sit next to you at dinner. At home and in Irons, we’re free though.”

  She said she understood and we headed to Pizza City. As planned, I sat beside her in the booth and casually let my arm rest behind her on the seat cushion.

  “I can see how the main Dom title is very helpful for me. Otherwise I would have worried over where to sit without making the other one feel bad,” she said while reaching for her soda. Anthony and I laughed and nodded. Her statement was very true. She liked the guesswork being taken out of the equation. Many subs were like that. Anthony and I weren’t the jealous type. We’ve been co-topping for years. This was different of course, but he and I loved her and knew she needed and wanted both of us. I couldn’t imagine problems arising with jealousy.

  “What kind of pizza tonight, sunshine?” Anthony asked her. It had kind of become a running joke with the three of us. She loved plain, cheese pizza. We finally stopped opening the menus.

  “Can we get cheese pizza?”

  This girl. She always asked and never assumed. Anthony and I would always let her win when it came to pizza. We’d give her anything she’d ever ask for but knew she’d never ask for a thing. She was just that way. She was used to not having much, but she never asked for more. I’ll never forget when she went shopping with Gina and I gave her money to buy something; and she did, for Anthony and I, and not a thing for herself.