by Sera, Drew
From: [email protected]
Date: October 10
Time: 10:45 p.m.
Subject: RE: Apologizing to a Dom
Mr. Everett,
I don’t think he can help. I just wanted him to know that I really appreciated the offer and his kindness.
Thx,
smgirl
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Fuck! She’s scared and retreating. She doesn’t want anyone too close. I sent her another response asking her to think about letting him in and for her to contact me if she needed to. I waited up for a bit longer hoping that I’d see another email. By the time I climbed into my bed, it was close to 11:00 p.m. and no additional emails had surfaced from smgirl.
Chapter 13
Friday, October 11th
Colin
“So you never really got confirmation that you were emailing back and forth with Sydney?” Anthony asked me while we were sipping our coffee.
Our new thing had been for Anthony and I to sit and have coffee until we saw that Sydney arrived safely to work. Once she’s here, we greet her and then head up to our office. I love seeing her blush and she blushes every morning when we greet her.
I shook my head and took another sip of the coffee while watching the traffic outside. He sarcastically suggested that I should just go ask her if she was smgirl. That seemed like a nice way for me to end up in human resources explaining what I really meant.
“Right. I have no solid confirmation that I was exchanging emails with Sydney. But even you agreed that the pieces fit.”
We tossed around ideas for a few minutes as to what smgirl stood for. Of course, we were both dead set on it standing for “sado masochist girl.”
This morning when I came in, I saw Anthony over at Sydney’s desk setting down a bag of the M&M’s. Sydney would like it and it would make her smile. He and I have been switching off putting M&M’s at her desk. Again, it was for our own selfish reasons of being rewarded with her smile. She seems to be under the weather lately but still is able to nibble on those tiny candies.
We wrapped up our coffee once we saw Sydney arrive to work. Today was Friday and Sydney walked through the main doors in jeans and a gray tee shirt with an orange cardigan. She looked cute. Very cute.
As we walked by the reception desk, Sydney had the candy in her hands and was smiling while looking around to find the culprit behind her mysterious M&M’s bag. She made eye contact with us and we smiled back at her. Her cheeks turned that pretty pinkish color and then she looked downward at the candy smiling and blushing.
Anthony and I stopped to say hi and Anthony pulled a genuine laugh from her.
“Don’t try and knock me down in the hallways today. I’d hate for my golf game to suffer.”
Her laugh took both Anthony and I by surprise and we both stared at her as the sound of her laugh filled the space. It may have been the prettiest sight and sound I’ve heard. Her blue eyes sparkled and it seemed like the stress that was circling her face and diminished a little.
“Sorry about that, Mr. Graves.” Sydney said while trying to keep a straight face and nervously pulling at her fingers.
“Don’t be. I’m not.” Anthony winked at her and then he headed towards the elevators. I smiled at her and told her I hoped she would have a great day. She smiled and nodded shyly. Oh fuck how that girl makes me ache.
I had some racing around to do this morning. I had a very important email to send to Cheng this morning. In my email along with the contract, I let him know I’d be sending him some documents that needed original signatures along with some additional Everett Gaming items regarding our products via mail. In order to get it out for shipping, I needed to get my ass in gear and take it down to the copy and shipping shop myself. Not that I didn’t trust anyone to handle this, but this was too big of a deal for me not to handle it myself. It was going on 11:30 a.m. and I only had until noon to get it down there.
Gathering everything, I raced over to the elevator. Deciding to hand deliver these documents to the copy shop myself turned out to be one of the best decisions of my day. Standing by the elevator with one arm draped across her body to her other side and tapping a pen nervously against her jeans, was Sydney. She was looking downward but the pen stopped tapping when she saw my feet and her eyes trailed up my body until they met my eyes. Yes fragile kitten, let those eyes travel, I thought. My eyes were waiting for hers and I smiled when they finally connected. She blushes far too easily.
My senses were treated to the sweet scent of her vanilla lotion or shampoo. Whatever the fuck it was, smelled divine. The sight and smell of her made me start to harden as she stood innocently next to me. There was something about this girl.
The elevator alerted us of it’s arrival and emptied out on the floor and thankfully no one else was waiting but fragile kitten and myself. I made a gentleman like motion for her to enter first.
“After you, Miss Burke.”
She smiled and slid into the elevator and went to the far left and diverted her eyes. Typical elevator etiquette would have sent me to the opposite corner. Instead, I went to the center and leaned on the back wall facing her. I saw her fidget a bit but she didn’t seem scared of me.
“So, it’s the weekend. Any big plans, Sydney?”
“Um, no. Not really, Mr. Everett. Might go out with a few friends or something.”
Or something. Weekends in Vegas could mean just about anything for “or something.” I would have been satisfied with her not doing anything. At least I’d know she’d be safe. I was still very much concerned over her wrist and how the hell it happened. She hasn’t seemed like her bubbly self all week either. I would have loved to believe that it was just due to her having that stomach bug. But my gut told me it was something else. I wanted to keep her away from any dicks in a typical bar.
“I see. Well, do be careful, Sydney.”
She nodded and looked back down at her feet. She was so shy and lacked confidence. I could help fix that. Oh, how I would enjoy fixing that. An experienced Dom would absolutely love fragile kitten. I could help her find an experienced Dom that would care for her and see to it that her needs are met. I seriously doubted her needs were being met. I wondered if she even knew what her needs were. Above all, and experienced Dom would keep her safe. I knew a lot of Doms that would fit that bill.
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor picking more people up. I silently cursed their bad timing and didn’t budge from my spot. Sydney continued to keep her head down and fidget nervously. What was this girl so scared of? We arrived on the first floor and everyone ahead of us emptied out and then I motioned for Sydney to go in front of me.
“Um, I hope you and Mr. Graves have a nice game of golf.”
She surprised me. I hadn’t realized she knew Anthony and I golfed each Friday. Janice probably told her.
“Thank you, Sydney. I’m sure I’ll beat him. Anthony never wins. Our other best friend, Matt, golfs with us each week and he wins almost all of the time. But don’t tell Anthony I told you.”
She gave me a sweater wave, smiled and started to turn to go in the other direction.
“Sydney,” she turned and I made sure she was making eye contact with me. “Be careful this weekend.”
She looked at me for a few moments and took a step towards me as she opened her mouth to say something. But she closed it as if she changed her mind and nodded at me. I swear something was on the tip of her tongue that she almost let loose.
“I will.”
Then she turned to head back to her desk leaving me with a short amount of time to get this copied and shipped. While I was waiting in the copy shop I sent Anthony a text to let him know I wouldn’t be back up to the office and that I’d just meet him in the lobby for lunch.
As I headed towards the lobby after I left the copy shop, my thoughts were focused on Sydney. She had a tiny frame and those jeans clung to her body in a sexy fashion. Even though they looked sexy on her, they appeared to b
e a little big for her. The Dom in me couldn’t help but worry that she wasn’t eating enough.
I needed to stop this obsessive thinking. Maybe she had lost some weight due to that stomach bug she said she had. She was such a mystery to me one minute and yet I could read her like an open book the next minute. No woman has ever done this to me.
I found Anthony twirling his car fob near Beans. Neither of us were coming back for the rest of the day. We were meeting Matt for lunch at Vito’s and then heading to golf. I glanced over in reception and saw Sydney sitting at her desk with the phone up to her ear. I decided to be bold and go out on a limb. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text.
CE: You know where to find me if you need me smgirl.
Anthony and I each took our own cars to the Italian restaurant close to work. We knew Vito personally and never had to wait for a table. During lunch I told Matt about the emails I had with smgirl last night.
“Anything new regarding the wrist?”
I shook my head at Matt’s question. I wanted to know exactly how she got that mark but I had no right to force her to tell me. I had to play those cards perfectly.
Anthony teed off first this afternoon and after he swung he reached for his side that has that scar. Every now and then it seems to bother him. Matt has offered to prescribe something for the pain, but Anthony never accepts it and he never explains it. It drives Matt crazy. He hates to see someone in pain or discomfort when there is something he can do about it. It made me think of Sydney. Did her wrist bother her or cause her pain? I hoped not.
Matt kicked our asses again as my head was elsewhere. While we golfed I wondered what kind of reaction my text to Sydney would bring. I called her out as smgirl. So we’ll see what she does with that.
Right after Matt beat us again, Anthony and I headed to the clubhouse to shower and change for dinner while Matt went home to get ready and pick up Gina.
Matt and Gina had actually come a long way. When they first got together, she was just out of the hospital and was used to the darker side of BDSM. Gina also had a habit of sub-drop. She was able to reach subspace easily, but then would crash badly. It was the first time I had seen Matt so out of sorts. He was worried sick about her because she was so depressed. He does much better now, as he knows what to watch out for and how to prevent it. Gina just needs a lot of love and cuddling afterwards. Last weekend they had an intense rope and suspension scene so I think they were taking it easy at Irons this weekend.
I was already out of the shower and dressed when Anthony finally came around the corner with a towel wrapped around his waist. His scar is like a magnet for eyes and I even find myself staring at it after all these years. I try not to stare because I know that whatever the story is behind it is a painful one.
When we met Matt and Gina for dinner, I could tell something was up. Gina was very clingy with Matt and he didn’t let her out of his arms. She had that lost look in her eye that she would get after coming out of subspace. I kept my eye on her during dinner and by the time we got to the club, I decided to ask Matt about it. But away from Gina, of course.
The four of us had just sat down at our usual spot to start the evening. There was a set of two couches facing each other with two big club chairs between them.
“Matt, lets go get drinks,” I said to him as I stood up.
Matt took hold of Gina’s chin and spoke when she brought her eyes up to his.
“Gina pet, Colin and I are going to go get some drinks. Stay here with Anthony.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When Matt got off the couch, Anthony moved over and took his spot next to Gina and draped his arm over the back of the couch. We got to the bar and I ordered a beer for myself and a Coke for Anthony while Matt just got two waters.
“What's up with Gina?”
We leaned on the bar and turned to face Gina and Anthony while we waited for the drinks.
“She and I played this morning before I met you guys for lunch and golf. I thought she was okay, but now I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night and get her home.”
Gina was starting to get fidgety next to Anthony and he looked around and searched us out at the bar with his eyes and made an upward motion with his chin. Matt headed right over. I took the Coke to Anthony and set my beer down. I made sure Matt got out to his Mercedes with Gina before returning inside. She’d be okay. Matt knew how to take excellent care of her.
I made my way back over towards Anthony when a shrill scream came from just off the patio. I walked over to see what was going on. Paul Fielding had some masochist bound and taking a beating. He was as dark as they came. If there was something questionable to be done, Paul was the first one to do it. The man had no limits and would do just about anything. Thankfully there was a dungeon monitor close by and was keeping an eye on the scene.
Anthony was talking to a couple when I approached. The couple he was talking to was well known at the club for being switches. At any time, either of them would play whatever role they needed or wanted to.
“Col, they’d like to know if we'd be interested in a scene with them.”
It was no secret among club members that Anthony was one of the most desired Doms to play with. It was also well known that Anthony rarely ever played with just one other person and that nine out of ten times he played, I was a part of the scene. Anthony and I had been co-topping partners for nearly all of the years that I’ve known him. There was always an abundance of unattached subs for us to play with. Many times a Dom would watch as we played with his submissive. So as I approached Anthony, I wasn’t at all surprised to find that he had already been approached for a scene tonight.
Anthony didn’t look very enthused about it, which caught my attention right away as a red flag. I looked between the couple and asked the man who appeared to be in the top role what kind of scene they had in mind. The man glanced down at the woman and then back to Anthony and I.
“Well, I thought basically I could watch you two with her.”
He seemed unsure and the word “basically” pissed me off. There’s always something additional and it’s never just that cut and dry or simple. But his wishy washy attitude irked me.
“Be more specific,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Well, after you two do her, then she could watch you two do me.” The man nervously shifted on his feet and looked back and forth between Anthony and I.
I wanted to roll my eyes but had to remain professional since I was a trainer. I told the man that his scene wouldn't happen with Anthony and I. While Anthony and I love threesome scenes, the third person is always female. Anthony and I are one hundred percent heterosexual.
Anthony and I walked down through the dungeon and watched some scenes for a while. Some unattached subs were just about to burst when they saw him. Anthony has this way of attracting anyone and everyone sexually. Matt and I often tease him about it. You’d think by now he’d have found a nice sub to settle on. But not yet.
“I think I’m going to call it a night. Are you going to rescue any of those bottoms over there tonight, Master Anthony?”
“Possibly. But I’m not in the mood to play in a twosome tonight. Might just walk around the dungeon and watch for a while. I’ll catch you Sunday for the game.”
I told him to have fun and headed back up towards the main floor. While I waited for my jacket in the lobby, I pulled my phone out and saw that I had a text from Sydney. The club has a strict cell phone rule that it has to be on silent or vibrate while in the club. Normally, I think it's a great rule until I realized her text came over about an hour ago.
SB: Why are you so nice to me?
Before I headed outside towards my car, I typed out my response.
CE: Believe it or not, it’s because I care.
Another text came over before I made it to my car. I smiled knowing that she was waiting on the other end to hear from me. I started my car and read her text.
SB: Most Doms I know don't care.
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br /> It saddened and worried me. Fragile kitten really was into the lifestyle or at least had enough interest in it to go out and play and get her feet wet. What concerned me was that she had yet to encounter a Dom who cared. What she was encountering, I feared, weren’t Doms. Maybe they were “play Doms.” Those were the ones that marveled at the idea of being a Dom but didn’t really want to put in the work or effort to better themselves or their sub. They also could be very dangerous. Just guys who say they’re Doms to make it okay for them to scare and torment innocent women, or men. I worried that’s what fragile kitten was encountering.
It’s similar to Gina. These young women have an interest and when they finally get the courage to go and explore, they meet up with these boys who call themselves Doms and either end up hurt or thinking BDSM is just a bunch of guys who like to be violent. I at least had dialogue going on with Sydney and wanted to clear things up.
CE: I don’t know your level of experience or how long you’ve been doing this and I don’t know exactly whom you’re hanging around. It’s not my business to pry. However, ALL Doms that I know do care. They have to. They aren’t Doms otherwise.
I put my phone back in my jacket and began my journey home. She had sent another text but I didn’t read it until I got home. I refused to look at a cell phone while driving. The roads are filled with enough distractions as it is.
I was angry at whoever was showing her how the lifestyle supposedly was. I doubted their teaching skills and worried more about the fragile kitten and what misconceptions she had about the lifestyle. It also made me more determined to be the one to show her how great this lifestyle is. I was concerned about what was going on in her life. What kind of Doms was she playing with? And then she said something that put me on high alert.
SB: I wish I were a better sub.
CE: Why do you say that?