by Sera, Drew
Fragile
Book One in the Everett Gaming Series
by
Drew Sera
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No person, brand or corporation mentioned in this book should be taken to have endorsed this book nor should the events surrounding them be considered in any way factual. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Warning
This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language, disturbing scenes that may be considered offensive to some readers. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
Disclaimer
Please do not try any sexual practice, especially those that might be found within the scope of BDSM/Fetish kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.
Copyright © 2015 by Drew Sera
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.
Cover Design by © Depraved Eros depravederos.com
Cover Model Kathryn Kienke
Interior Design by © Drew Sera
Acknowledgments
Greg - Words can’t express my gratitude for your love and patience while I created the lives and roller coaster world of Colin, Anthony and Sydney. Thank you for being my sounding board and for helping me get inside the minds of Colin and Anthony. You are the heart and very best of Colin and Anthony.
Depraved Eros - Thank you for creating the perfect cover art and capturing everything going on in Sydney’s life in one shot.
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 1
Friday, October 4th
Colin
Today could be the most extraordinary day in my company’s history. My company, Everett Gaming, had an important conference call set up with Cheng Hotels International about hiring us for their hotel gaming needs. To say that this was a huge opportunity for Everett Gaming was an understatement. Cheng Hotels had a handful of hotels and casinos in Macau and they were in the process of buying up additional land for future sites. If my company could lock up a deal, it would be amazing.
My company is in the gaming business and have many of our electronic gaming machines in quite a few hotels and taverns here in Las Vegas. To land a contract for a huge international company wasn't even something I had ever thought possible. I’ve been busting my ass for over a year with my business partners to just get my foot in the door with Cheng’s team. After many trips to Macau, hundreds of email exchanges and phone calls I finally had my chance. Cheng's team called about a month ago and said they wanted to seriously talk numbers. We talked many times since then and they had been happy with what my company was offering.
We have been preparing for this meeting for weeks and I was confident that we were ready. Everett Gaming had a team that researched Cheng Hotels and the cliental for the area along with their target audience. We had numerous talks with the people from Cheng’s, but today was the actual bid proposal meeting.
I walked through the front doors to our building feeling confident and I was eager to get the conference call started. The Everett Building was where my corporate headquarters were at and was situated off the famous Las Vegas Strip. It had ten floors which housed eight businesses with Everett Gaming occupying the ninth and tenth floors. Most of the other businesses were tech or media related.
I built my company from the ground up and did most of the legwork myself. When my parents died, I was left with a sizable inheritance and used it to start my company. I was in my late twenties when I started Everett Gaming and nearly fifteen years later it was finally turning into something very profitable.
The Everett Building had a huge atrium with a full service print shop, coffee and pastry shop, sandwich shop and a convenience store type of place. The coffee shop, Beans, had seating inside as well as outside in the courtyard. The first floor atrium was open in the center and went all the way up to the tenth floor. Each morning I met my best friend and business partner, Anthony Graves there. Anthony was the CFO for Everett Gaming and had been with me shortly after I opened the company.
The atrium had a huge reception area with several people manning the reception desk and had oversized leather chairs in the waiting area. Toward the back of the atrium was a huge wall of rocks with lush palm trees and a cascading waterfall. The building was quite stunning and had won many architectural awards.
Given the importance of the meeting this morning with Cheng Hotels, Anthony and I were bypassing Beans. As I made my way past security I greeted the ladies in reception and threw a smile over to the most recent addition, Sydney Burke. She smiled nervously as she does every morning, blushed as she looked downward and played with her fingers. Little submissive, I’d say to myself and continue on.
I liked all of our employees and took a personal interest in making sure that they felt valued and appreciated, especially the ladies in reception. The reception ladies had a tough job and they deserve some recognition even if all I can do is greet them and smile each day. Many CEOs for the companies in the building couldn't give a fuck about the women in reception, but I made sure that I greeted them each day. I also made sure to include the two ladies that were assigned to Everett Gaming with all of my company’s functions.
The first floor shops, reception, security and building maintenance is all handled and managed by The Openin Corporation from the second floor. Openin had made available to each company in the building two first floor receptionists. They field all of our general incoming calls, make ap
pointments and handle any print requests or refreshment services for meetings and gatherings. Janice and Sydney were the two Openin employees that were assigned to Everett Gaming. It’s common to see either of them roaming around our office on the ninth and tenth floors.
I always enjoy seeing Sydney walk around. There was something about her that drew my eyes to her. And for months now, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what the pull is. She was cute, but that wasn’t it. Something deeper pulled me to always look at her whenever I could.
Janice is a very sweet, older lady around sixty years old and she’s been with us for about the past ten years. She’s married and now has a few grandchildren that I often get to see updated pictures of.
Sydney is a recent hire for Openin of about nine months now and has fit in very well. I don’t know her really well yet but I do know that she is twenty-seven years old, cute, quiet and shy. And for whatever reason, I’m very drawn to her. I’ve never been more drawn to a woman in my life without knowing the exact reason I was attracted to them.
Since coming on as an employee for Openin last January, I’ve observed Sydney's mannerisms and have made many mental notes about her. Though quiet, Sydney was very attentive, driven and precise. Sydney also seems as though she protects herself from allowing anyone to get too close to her. She tries hard every day to make sure she’s doing as directed and I could tell that pleasing others was extremely important to her. I knew in my heart, that deep down Sydney was submissive. She may not know it or understand it yet, but she eventually would…in my dream world.
There was something about this young woman though and I often found myself imagining her surrendering control to me. Being a Dominant, I often have daydreams about control and Sydney reacting well to my dominant nature. I’d love to get inside that mind of hers. With my particular set of tastes for women, I would love nothing more than for kink to be Sydney’s cup of tea.
Typically I take an active role in the hiring process of our employees. I let the specific department handle the questions but I do attend the actual interview. I personally give them a tour of the building and handle all introductions once they’re hired. I find that the best way for an employee to excel in my company is to start them off on the right foot and make them feel as a valued team member from day one.
There’s an orange foam ball that Anthony and I toss back and forth at each other usually at semi inappropriate times in the office. I saw the ball on Hannah’s desk and as I walked by I riffled the ball into his office and hit him in the back. Hannah was his secretary and I made sure to greet her as I made my way to my office. I reached my office on the tenth floor with about an hour to spare before my meeting with Cheng’s team.
All of my executive officers shared a personal assistant, James. James was a solid guy and has been perfect as a personal assistant. He handles the demands of my business partners and myself without issue. James has been with the company since I opened the doors.
James walked into my office and put a few documents in front of me for signatures while he chatted about his upcoming weekend. He and his significant other, Neil, were going to San Diego for the weekend and he was hoping to get out of the office before 5:00 p.m. I told him to go ahead and start his vacation early after lunch.
Just as Anthony was walking into my office with the orange foam ball, James was headed out. Over the years James has made a sport out of pretending to hit on Anthony. It usually earns him an eye roll from Anthony, but Anthony is easy going and it never seems to bother him. And thankfully their jokes haven’t become a HR issue. It takes a lot to get under Anthony's skin.
“Nice tie, Anthony,” James teased as he walked out of the office.
Anthony tossed the orange ball in the air casually as he sat in front of my desk. I have two best friends that I consider family. Anthony has been one of my best friend’s for close to fifteen years while Matt has been my best friend since childhood. Matt and I grew up together, lived next door to one another and his family took me in when I lost my parents and brother when I was nine years old. Matt and Anthony were my family now. The three of us had an incredibly strong, unconditional bond and knew just about everything about one another. We were also all in the BDSM lifestyle and were all Doms. Matt, Anthony and I each have the same BDSM emblem tattoo on our right shoulder blades.
The three of us belong to Club Irons, an exclusive, private BDSM club. I am a trainer at the club and have earned the title of a Master. I work with unattached submissives or Doms who have new submissives and need some guiding and training. There isn’t another club in Vegas like Irons because the clientele is of the serious, dedicated side. Of course, with annual membership fees of $25,0000 you'd have to be pretty serious. Even if you had the cash, the only way you could become a member is through recommendation and mentoring by an existing club member. Before you can apply for membership, you have to attend a series of classes, go through an independent psych evaluation and be interviewed by several Masters along with the owner. Once you passed that, you had to be selected by an existing member, or members, to be mentored. Blake, the owner, took membership very seriously and he didn’t want just anyone roaming around wielding a whip.
Irons is actually where Matt and I met Anthony. At forty, Anthony is about six years younger than Matt and I and he was already a member of Irons when I joined. Matt and I became friends with Anthony quickly and have been rock solid friends ever since. When I found out he had his MBA, I offered him a position with my company. Anthony turned out to be an incredible asset to the company. He has natural charm and charisma and is able to wine and dine many of our potential clients. After Anthony gets done talking with them a few times, we usually land them as clients. Anthony is easy to get along with and is one of the best Doms I’ve ever come across. He and I share many of the same kink interests. One of our favorite things to do at Irons is to partake in scenes where he and I co-top. He and I love to team up on a sweet little sub for an evening and give her pleasure. Make no mistake; we take the pleasure as well.
“So, after we seal the deal with Cheng, lets catch an early lunch. I have a few things to get done before our tee time. And, I’m going to kick your asses today,” Anthony said while leaning back and stretching.
With that I tossed my head back and laughed. Anthony and I were about evenly matched with golf skills however, Matt was good. Really good. In nearly fifteen years of golfing, Anthony has never won. Maybe came close, but he’s never won. Today he seemed confident though.
It was the first Friday in October and like most people I always looked forward to Fridays. Fridays were practically half days for me. Anthony and I would meet Matt for lunch at Vito’s Italian Cafe on Las Vegas Boulevard and then we’d leave work in the early afternoon for golf. The three of us had a standing tee time at 3:00 p.m. and we’d either play the front nine or back nine of the Dragon Bourne Golf Course where I lived. Matt and his wife/sub, Gina, had a home over looking the 14th hole in the same neighborhood where my house was. My house was near the 7th hole facing west and had incredible views of the Las Vegas Strip.
Dragon Bourne Golf Course was nestled in an exclusive gated neighborhood in a suburb of Las Vegas where all the homes were custom built. My home wasn’t like most of the other homes in the neighborhood. It wasn't obnoxiously large but I had all that I wanted and still more than I needed. It was two stories and I had a home office, playroom and guest room on the first floor. Since I work with training for Irons, sometimes the Dom and sub will stay at my house in the guest room while we work on things. When Matt first got together with Gina, the two of them stayed with me for a number of weeks. Gina had a habit of suffering from sub-drop often, which caused issues for Matt. They do very well now though and he knows how to handle the dropping. After golf on Fridays, the four of us go to dinner and then go to Irons to spend the evening.
We headed towards the conference room about 9:45 a.m. for the meeting. On our way to the conference room I noticed Karl at the copier looking f
rustrated. I knew Karl was having some family problems, so perhaps his mood was a carryover from home. I have a vested interest in all of my employees and consider them an extension of my family, with Anthony, Matt and Gina making up my immediate family.
Cheng and his team were in New York today visiting one of their non-gaming sites so we weren’t playing with the usual fifteen-hour time zone difference. I had my business partners and executive officers, Anthony and Mitch, two attorneys and James in on the conference call. We were ready. Our people did an exceptional job with the preparation and I was satisfied. Hopefully, Cheng will be as well. I sat at the head of the table with my two partners, Anthony and Mitch, on either side of me. Everyone in our office knew the importance of this meeting.
As I was talking with Anthony about our upcoming golf game, some commotion broke out just outside the conference room. Someone was ranting and going on and on about some copying mishap. It sounded like Karl. I leaned back in my chair to see if I could get a view of the turmoil. Mistakes happen and perhaps if he wasn’t stressed out over whatever issues there are going on at home, he may have been able to take a step back and calmly go over the issue. I pushed my chair away from the table to get a glimpse of who he was acting like a prick to. I didn’t care for his tone or volume. My heart sank when I saw that Sydney was on the receiving end.
I felt the overwhelming urge to protect Sydney in many cases, like from everyday life. When I had shown her around after she was hired, I could tell she was shy and noticed how she struggled to make eye contact. I recognized it immediately as a nervous trait or lack of confidence. I remembered at that point wanting to scoop her up and keep her from the world. Being a Dom and a trainer, her behavior and demeanor struck me as being a sign of fear or anxiety. Whatever this girl was afraid of or shying away from, I wanted to protect her from it. I doubted she knew much about her own needs and desires being as young as she was and probably hasn’t had a ton of relationship experience. While I certainly wasn’t going to corrupt her, there was something that drew me towards her. If we were in a room full of people, my eyes always found her if she was there too. I know that Anthony feels that pull and urge to protect her as well. Maybe it’s a Dom thing.