by Drew Sera
For whatever reason, something that Chris said to me recently rang out. He said that we can’t be afraid to push Sydney some while we’re re-establishing our boundaries with her. I opened my eyes to the sexy sound of Sydney moaning with pleasure. Sydney got up on her knees and took my cock into her warm mouth. Fucking heaven. Anthony was up on his knees now but was bent over and was giving her tight asshole some attention with his tongue. Satisfied that Anthony was making her feel really good, I cupped her cheek.
“Baby, look at me. Eyes on me, now,” I said gently to her. Her eyes flicked up to mine and I smiled. She looked so fucking sexy up on all fours with hard nipples aimed towards the sheets, devoted eyes and a mouth full of my cock. “I’m going to move a bit. You squeeze my thigh if it becomes too much.” I waited a few moments and then reached back, letting my arms rest on top of the headboard. I gripped the headboard with all my strength and moved my hips back in forth at a calm and controlled pace. I gazed down at her as I fucked her mouth and kept my hands firmly on the headboard so I didn’t naturally reach out to touch her head.
I gently moved my cock in and out of that sweet mouth of hers until I was about ready to burst out of my skin. I had to be in her. I looked down to see that Anthony was still working on her at a teasing pace.
“Anth, I need in.”
I needed him to engage. I stared at him hoping desperately that he’d at least try. We can’t continue to be scared of both of us having sex with her at the same time. Granted we still need to be careful with what we do, but fear can’t dictate our lives. We all needed this and I was afraid that he wasn’t going to jump in on his own.
“Get on your back, Anth.”
He nodded and slid over to lie on his back. I helped situate Sydney to sit on Anthony’s cock. They both smiled once he was buried in her. I reached for the lube that was in the nightstand and as I lubed my shaft I gently nudged Sydney to lean over Anthony. When she did, Anthony gently pulled her cheeks apart so I could treat my tongue by rimming her. Fuck, I had to get in. As I lubed her ass, I reminded her to use her safe word if she needed. Anthony was watching her and would keep tabs on her.
I slowly pushed my head inside her, past her ring of muscles. The sensations alone could have killed me. I could have come right then and there but tried to prolong this as much as I could.
Sydney was sandwiched between us and was flat on Anthony. I leaned further over Sydney and stretched my arms down on the bed, locking them at the elbow. This way I could keep most of my weight off Sydney. I made slow, deep movements and it wasn’t long before Sydney was making a trance-like panting noise. Just being in her nearly put me over the edge. Not only was I in her, but Anthony was too.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“G-good, S-sir!”
I couldn’t help but smile. I’d pull my cock nearly all the way out and then slowly push it all the way back in. I loved the feeling of our girl being filled by Anthony and I. I fucked her ass slowly until I felt my orgasm pending. I tried putting it off. My orgasm won the battle and as much as I would have rather prolonged it, I exploded, which set Sydney off. I moaned and swore some as my cock spurted into her ass. I loved coming in her ass and giving her what Anthony calls an “asshole cream pie.”
Anthony held his hands on her lower back and helped her come down and calm her breathing. She was getting chilled and tried to curl up in a ball but I wrapped an arm around her to still her.
“Baby, don’t move too fast.”
I didn’t want to her start moving quickly and then feel discomfort from my dick in her ass. She listened to me and let me gently pull her back against me and off of Anthony. The second Sydney got off of him, he started to reach for her but then pulled his hand back towards his body. I watched him try to play it off, but there was no mistake with that expression. He lost their physical connection and like Sydney, he was vulnerable. He stayed on his back but kept his eyes fixated on her.
Sydney had curled up on my lap and Anthony lay next to us, watching over us protectively. I’m not sure what emotions were going on in his head. While he was clearly trying to keep himself together, he still put Sydney and I first. He got off the bed and helped me to lie down with Sydney and he covered us up before heading to the bathroom to adjust the light and door.
Once he crawled into bed with us, Sydney took hold of his hand and then muscled her other hand between his chest and hand. He smiled and then kissed her forehead and told her to sleep well. My worries were continuing to build though regarding Anthony and the intimacy. He’s not coming and it could be for a number of reasons…I just need to find out what it is.
Chapter 46
Saturday, February 15th
Anthony
“Please...don’t...it stings…’lease..."
I woke up to Sydney’s shaking hands pushing at my chest. I pulled Sydney onto my lap and held her hands in mine.
“Sunshine, it’s just a dream. Shh, you’re safe, Sydney.”
She stilled in my arms and began frantically looking around the room. She wasn’t used to waking up in the beach house. I tried to settle her quickly because I knew she was at the beginning stages of panicking with her unfamiliar surroundings.
“Sydney, look at me. Look at me, sunshine.” Her nervous, scared eyes found me and didn’t leave mine. “Good girl, Sydney. You are safe. Say it.”
“I’m safe,” she said with a shaky voice.
I nodded at her and held her against me. I looked down at Colin as he began to stir but he hadn’t woken up yet. He’s so tired from being up and tending to Sydney and I, plus our play session last night. I gathered Sydney in my arms and asked her if she wanted to go sit outside with me. I knew she was too wound up to be able to fall back to sleep. She nodded and I picked her up in her throw and carried her outside to the balcony just off the bedroom. I left the door open and moved the chair to the center of the deck so Colin would see us if he woke up.
“Now, tell me what you were dreaming about, sunshine,” I said calmly into her ear and kissed it.
She nestled her head against my neck to hide. I encouraged her to tell me and reminded her over and over that it was just a dream and reminded her that she is safe.
“Sydney, you don’t have to be afraid. Colin and I aren’t going anywhere no matter what. We love you.”
She nodded and I knew that she would try. That’s all Colin and I want from her when she wakes up like this is to at least try to talk to us about the dreams. She was braver than I was.
“When Paul would put a leash and chained collar around my neck each day, I’d freeze when the chain would touch my neck.” She looked out into the blanket of darkness as I stroked her back. “He’d say it was time for my walk when he made me crawl the entire way and kept a gag in my mouth. It was so hard to breathe, Anthony. I’d get dizzy and my chest felt it was being squeezed.” Her hands were nervously trying to move in mine. I kissed them and flattened them against my chest under the blanket and spread a hand over her stomach. “He’d whip me on our way back…tie me to a tree…and.” I caught a tear with my thumb as her voice trailed off. I knew she purposely omitted telling me about the sex. “I just shut my eyes and turned it all off. He was much different than Howard. So different.”
I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach. This scenario has something she had mentioned during our talks with Chris. This sweet girl had survived two fucking assholes. I knew what she meant though with Paul being different than Howard. Paul was much more dangerous than that thug Howard. Paul had the ability to do far more damage once he got inside of a mind. And Paul was a master at mind fucking.
Suddenly her body started shaking harder and her head hung down. She was crying hard, but trying to keep quiet. I pulled the throw over her shoulders and rubbed her arms.
“Sydney, sweetheart. Honey, you’re okay now. You’re safe. No one will ever hurt you again.”
“Why didn’t I fight or yell or scream when he knocked me over? I didn’t do anything to try to get
away! Why? Why didn’t I try? He wouldn’t have taken me. Then Gina wouldn’t feel guilty and you wouldn’t have let a sadist beat on you. Colin wouldn’t have to put work on hold. You wouldn’t have been shot and fighting with Matt.”
Loud sobs broke from her chest and she somehow slithered off my lap and onto the ground. She sat there in a heap on the blanket, wearing nothing but a tormented expression. I went down to the ground and pulled her into my arms and rocked her telling her that she wasn’t at fault.
“Sweetheart, he was so much bigger and stronger than you. He caught you completely off guard. He drugged you. You’re not at fault, Sydney. You can’t beat yourself up for something that was out of your hands.” I sighed and looked down at her.
Sydney reached up and touched some of the bruising around my sore neck.
“You can’t beat yourself up either.”
When she said that, my body went cold. I wasn’t going to talk about my errors or things I wish I could take back and make right. I didn’t respond to what she said and only tugged her closer. Silence filled the space until she finally broke the silence.
“I was so scared, Anthony.” I kissed the top of her head and tucked her head under my chin again.
I kissed her neck as I rocked her in my arms trying to calm her down. I put my fingers on her neck to feel her heartbeat. I remember how Matt and Colin said her heart rate was out of control when she arrived at the hospital. Since returning she has been prone to panic and anxiety attacks, so I was trying to keep that in front of me. As I rocked her in hopes of her relaxing, bare feet appeared on the deck in front of me. I looked up and saw Colin with a sympathetic expression. He knelt down and stroked her cheek.
“You guys ok?” he asked and looked from Sydney to me.
I nodded and wondered why he asked if we were okay instead of asking me if Sydney was okay. It bothered me, but I tried pushing it away.
“Anth, let’s go back inside. Come on.”
He stood, lifting her from my arms and waited to go inside until I was on my feet. He put her back in my arms while he turned the loft light on and propped pillows up against the headboard. Together we held her on the bed in both of our arms until she fell asleep.
I wish the nightmares would stop and go away for her. But I should know better than that. Nightmares will lessen but they never really go completely away.
I woke up alone and in the middle of the bed from a bad dream hours later. Victor. Instant bad mood. I was faced down and pushed myself up on my elbows while I strained to hear voices. Colin and Sydney were talking quietly in the kitchen but since the balcony door was open the seagulls and waves masked their conversation. I pulled on my swim trunks that were hanging over a chair in the loft and headed into the bathroom. I winced and grabbed my stomach. Fuck, why can’t it just stop hurting? I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs.
They were sitting at the table and Colin was flipping through a local newspaper while eating breakfast. Sydney was eating and gazing at the flowers. I felt like a million dollars when she turned at the sound of my feet on the wood floor and smiled ear to ear.
“Hi, Anthony.”
She met me halfway and wrapped her arms around me. Even though my body still hurts, nothing feels like her warm hands on my body. She soothes my body. Sydney urged me to sit down and began going over the breakfast items they set aside for me trying to see what I wanted to eat. I wasn’t very hungry though, just coming out of my bad dream with Victor and my stomach was killing me. Sydney seemed happy this morning despite her rocky nightmare filled evening and bounded around the kitchen with endless energy. Little kitten gets stuffed with two cocks, comes unbelievably hard and it’s like resetting her batteries. Despite all the shit in my head from the bad dream and cramped stomach, Sydney made me smile. Colin slid over the magazine and pointed to an ad.
“The Basement,” I read aloud and looked up at him.
The Basement was a BDSM store in the area and by the way Colin was looking at me, I could tell he wanted to go.
“Are you sure, Col? Last night and all?”
“We don’t have to go today or even tomorrow. But I think it’d be good for us to get out and walk around some in that type of atmosphere.”
I nodded and sipped my coffee and then began nibbling on my toast. I felt that the toast would be the safest thing aside from nothing, but I didn’t think I could get away with that right now. Sydney wanted to go down and sit by the water with her journal and write. When she headed toward the sand with a beach blanket and journal, Colin and I relocated to the table on the deck.
“I’ve been thinking about Sydney and how unprotected she is,” he said to me out of nowhere. I glanced down the shore to look at her and then back at Colin.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
He explained that if something happened to us and since neither of us are married to her that she’d be unprotected. I tossed my toast crust down on my plate and looked out at her. I wasn’t really hungry in the first place but I sure as fuck couldn’t eat now. It gutted me to think of what would happen if somehow Colin and I both died at the same time. I knew in my heart though that Matt and Blake would see to it that she was financially taken care of. But fuck, her heart would be in pieces. Did Colin want to marry her? Did he no longer trust me in the same capacity? I felt a piercing cramp lance through my stomach and leaned forward to lessen the pain.
“Then fucking marry her,” I told him. My comment earned me a slug in the arm.
“No, that’s not what I mean. You and I are both with her, but you and I need to make sure that if something happened to one of us or both of us that she’d be taken care of. I’m assuming you have a will.”
I was quiet while I focused on the stomach pain and tried to decide if I needed to throw up. I wish these fucking cramps would go away. I zoned out thinking about the cramps and Colin jumped down my throat.
“You fucking better have a will with all that money sitting around. You didn’t go through seventeen years of hell just to let all the money sit around in a checking account.”
I continued looking at the decking but my mind pictured that courtroom and everything I had to say and look at. I couldn’t look anyone in the eye, especially my dad. Though he never said it, I’m sure he was ashamed of me.
“Anthony,” Colin barked at me.
“Jesus, yes Dad, I have a fucking will. You, Matt and Blake get it all.”
Colin gave me a frown, shook his head and went back to looking at his newspaper. I made damn sure that the money I had was invested and I made sure that Colin, Matt and Blake would be the only ones getting it. I wasn’t careless with the money.
I was in a lot of stomach pain and a rotten mood now as I thought about what would happen to Sydney without Colin and I. I absolutely hated the way it made me feel. We talked more about it and agreed that we would both update our wills to make provisions for Sydney.
Colin got up and said he was going to go sit with Sydney for a while. He didn’t wait for me to say anything in response and headed toward Sydney. I felt off kilter, but couldn’t explain to myself why. I think it may have been the dream that is messing with me. I went inside to get the little notebook I’ve been writing in and returned to the deck.
Sydney
When you were gone, I started having the weirdest dreams.
Dreams that Paul AND my step-dad were both beating me.
And that they made you watch.
I couldn’t stop them.
I couldn’t protect you from it.
Now there is nothing I can do to help you forget.
Or stop dreaming the same dreams…
I wrote for a while and every few minutes, I’d look up to make sure I could see her. Colin’s arm was draped around her and she was leaning against his arm. He was rubbing on her arm and he placed a kiss on her head. Shit, she was probably crying. I stood and took a few steps off the deck and watched for a few moments. I hadn’t seen her, or Colin, wipe her face, so maybe she w
as okay and wasn’t crying.
I hate seeing her cry.
I went back to the deck and continued writing some nonsense. I was engrossed in what I was writing and I didn’t hear Colin approaching until he was on the deck saying my name.
“Anth,” came out in a calm tone.
I looked up at him and then to his left to see Sydney still sitting on the beach blanket. Colin stood with his hands on his hips staring at me and then his eyes flicked down to the notebook in front of me before he sat down in the chair closest to me. I couldn’t make a move to cover what I was writing because it would look weird, but I know he recognized the notebook from the other night when I spilled the Coke. I tried to keep my focus on the paper and when I couldn’t take the silence anymore, I finally spoke.
“What?”
His face was as calm as could be as he maintained eye contact with me.
“I’m sorry I jumped down your throat about the money and a will.”
I shook him off and returned my eyes to the paper in front of me.
“It’s fine. Forget it,” I mumbled and really hoped he would just not bring it up anymore. Of course, I wasn’t that fortunate.
“I didn’t mean to bring up your past.”
I didn’t respond, but instead I leaned back in the chair and watched Sydney. Even though her head was down and focused on her journal on her lap, she still brought her head up a few times each minute and looked to her left, then right, left again and returned to focus on her lap.
“She likes it here, Col. I’m hoping she stops feeling like she needs to constantly check her surroundings.”
“It’s going to take time. So much has happened.”
I understood what he was saying and I’d do everything in my power to see to it that she was safe.
Chapter 47
Sunday, February 16th