Fragile: Book One in The Everett Gaming Series

by Sera, Drew

  I opened the door to my place and grabbed a Coke from the fridge while I mentally began to plan out what I needed to pack. As I headed to my bedroom, I glanced at the yellow sock monkey that was sitting on my couch. He’d camp out there until I decide to give it to her. If ever.

  I made it to my room and pulled out my weekend and garment bags and began to pack for an undetermined amount of time. I got out some suits and then grabbed shirts and ties to go with them. Easy enough.

  I packed two different pairs of shoes to wear to work, plus some casual shoes and my running shoes. All my shoes went in the bottom of the bag and then I piled in some jeans, sweaters, casual button shirts, undershirts, workout clothes, underwear and socks. I usually sleep naked but didn’t think that would fly. I found some pajama pants and tossed them in the bag.

  In the bathroom I pulled out my dopp bag and filled it with my few necessities. I looked at my watch. That didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it might. I still had time for a quick shower before I needed to meet Colin and Sydney for dinner. I stripped out of my suit and started the shower.

  The water felt good and I stretched my arms forward to lean on the front wall. I lifted my face up into the spray of the water and stood there for a few minutes. I was tired but felt like the shower would revive me and give me a few more hours of alertness. I was about to embark on a journey with Colin to train a sub. But this just wasn’t anyone. This was Sydney. Sweet, fragile, Sydney. The sweetheart in reception who happened to be into kink. I wondered what sort of kink she was into. What kind of kink was her kink? I laughed out loud at my own pun.

  She was submissive and wanted to play in the BDSM playground. I couldn’t wait to see her at Irons. Just the thought of it made me hard. I allowed my mind to drift in that direction. Before I knew it, I had a naughty image in my head of my sunshine wrapped up in my soft rope cooing my name as I licked her pussy and fingered her ass. Images like that were flooding my mind as I stroked my rock hard cock.

  “Fuck yes, sunshine,” I gritted out as I blew my load on the shower wall.

  Fuck. I’m glad I got that shit out of my system now. The last thing they needed was me losing control like that.

  I quickly dressed in jeans, a white button shirt with blue stripes on it and my black sport coat and collected my things. I eyed the yellow sock monkey that has been living on my couch. I decided to leave him there. If she had it, she wouldn’t need to hold onto me at night. I’ll have to admit, feeling her hang onto me at night was really nice.

  As I drove to meet them for dinner I thought about my role exactly. I needed to be there for her one hundred percent of the time. Answer her questions honestly, comfort her, guide her and make sure her needs were being met. Was I ready to devote myself to that? Abso-fucking-lutely.

  I walked into the restaurant and found them sitting across from one another in a booth. I smiled to myself as I knew right where my spot would be and I was perfectly fine with that. As I approached the table she looked up at me and her face seemed to soften some. Her smile was warm and sweet. Her eyes left mine for a few seconds, dropped down to my torso and then back up to my eyes again. I couldn’t quite read it exactly but I think I liked the way it made me feel. I felt my dick start to twitch and I quickly sat down beside her.

  The second I sat down, I realized that I might be in trouble with the sweet scent of vanilla filling my senses. I put my arm on the booth top behind her shoulders and ordered a Coke when the waiter came by.

  “I wanted the three of us to talk about some things we’re going to cover with training. I’m going to be doing a lot of observing and directing. If you don’t understand something, you are to ask. We’re going to function on a color system for safety. If you need some time but still want to continue, you use “yellow.” You will use “red” if you’re past what you can take. Don’t be scared to use that word, baby. You’ve been through a lot and I will push, but I realize that there will be things that will come up and set off a reaction. Use the word if you need to and we’ll regroup. Any questions so far?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Fuck me! Listening to her call Colin “Sir” made my balls ache. If she started calling me that, we could be in trouble. I might have to find a set of earmuffs for my dick so he doesn’t hear “Sir” leave her sweet lips.

  Colin explained that there were going to be times over the course of the training that she will hate him and feel very defeated. He told her that I am there to help guide her and support her. He made her promise to talk to me about what she was feeling, her struggles each day and reminded her the importance of open, honest communication. The three of us swore to it.

  He had a journal for her and said that each day he would be giving her a writing assignment. Then each evening, he’d read it and we’d discuss. This was going to be very interesting and very personal. I hoped she knew what she was getting herself into. It’s true that she really wanted this but I don’t know if she was fully aware of Colin’s training capabilities. He is very good at what he does and always accomplishes what he sets out to achieve.

  Sydney would be no different in that respect but she would definitely challenge him. She has a past unlike anyone he’s ever trained before. Yeah, he’s trained some subs who had experienced traumatic things, but nothing on the scale of Sydney. Colin hasn’t stumbled upon another sub knocked out and bound by metal chains that were attached to a heater. Sydney was going to have a breaking point and Colin needed to tread carefully.

  Like most Doms when they take in a sub, Colin began to lay the foundation of expectations. He explained that she would be permitted to stay in underwear and a tank top through the weekend while at the house. But starting Monday, she would be naked at home. My dick twitched again at the thought. Fuck. I wondered how she felt about being naked in front of Colin and I. She was going to feel vulnerable being naked in front of two Doms and all of her injuries on full display.

  For the rest of the work week when she gets home she is expected to shower and then find Colin for further instructions. He kept reminding her through dinner that we’d go slowly and if at anytime she felt uncomfortable that she was to say so. He emphasized that under no circumstances would either “yellow” or “red” be ignored by us.

  Colin went into some detail about how he was going to start with some general behavior requests based off some requests from many Doms that he’s worked with before. All Doms, wanted to be treated with respect. I seriously doubted he was going to have any respect issues with Sydney. I knew most of what Colin was going to go off of was stuff Seth and Evan indicated they wanted. I knew Evan had emailed Colin about wanting to scene with her. So that’s what Colin is working towards. But I think it’s a long ways off. Sydney needs gentle, slow hands.

  “How do I address you two?” She asked as we were finishing our food.

  I knew she had to be filled with tons of questions. Her mind won’t stop.

  “Well, most Doms like to be addressed as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Something respectful. I know that Evan and Seth, who are both very interested in scening with you, both prefer ‘Sir.’ You may address Anthony and I by our names or however you’d like as long as it’s with respect.”

  Sydney nodded and looked downward. She was nervous and mulling over something. She fucking started to pull on those tiny fingers of hers but I reached over and stopped her hands from moving. I tilted her chin so she’d look in my eyes.

  “We’re going to work on this too.” I nodded down in the direction of her nervous habit.

  I winked at her in hopes that it would relax her some. I was satisfied when I saw a genuine smile and looked over at Colin. He knew her nervous ticks too and I knew that he wanted to work on those along with her self-confidence. That asshole had beat into her that she was no good. Fucking creep.

  We headed to the parking lot and Colin suggested that maybe she should ride home with me. And so it begins. I’m the eyes, ears and soft shoulder of this operation. I actually was going to have
the best seat in the house.

  “Come on, sunshine. Come sit in a man’s car.”

  Matt, Colin and I love to exchange shots at each other’s cars and we take advantage of it often. And it got Sydney to laugh. Colin headed towards his black BMW Alpina, which was a powerful machine, while sunshine and I headed towards my BMW M6. I opened the door for her and made sure she was putting on her seatbelt before I shut the door gently. I liked the idea of Sydney tucked inside my car.

  She was quiet though on most of the drive to Colin’s so I decided to go digging.

  “What are you nervous about, sunshine?”

  “I don’t know exactly. I guess I’m nervous because this is actually going to happen for me. You know, being trained by two good Doms. Before you arrived for dinner, Colin said we might go to Irons Friday night so I can get used to the atmosphere.”

  Now it was my turn to be quiet. I needed to talk to Colin and make sure he wasn’t planning on letting her scene with anyone Friday. It would be too soon.

  “Remember, Colin is still Colin and I’m still me. Nothing will happen unless you are completely comfortable and okay with it.”

  “What if Colin thinks I’m bad and he won’t train me?”

  Hearing her say that made my stomach ache. How can this girl think so low of herself? My mind flashed back to the phone video of the sick fuck doing terrible things to her. Terrible, non-consensual things. Negativity had been beat into her body and mind for a while now. It was only natural for her to buy into it.

  “Not going to happen, sunshine. Colin doesn’t give up. And you will tell me if you get scared at any time. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck. My dick started to stir again with her “yes, Sir” response.

  Colin helped me carry in my bags when I pulled up in his driveway and we set all my stuff in the entryway.

  “I’d show you around, but I think you’re already well acquainted with the place.” Colin slapped his hands on my upper back.

  Colin sent Sydney to take her bath and to get ready for her bandages to be changed and wounds cleaned. He and I watched her head towards her room. Our room. This gave me a perfect time to talk to Colin about Friday.

  Chapter 37

  Tuesday, November 5th

  Colin

  Seeing Sydney react like she had to Anthony during dinner continued to prove that Anthony was going to be a crucial piece to her training. He needed to treat her like his sub. It would work better for training anyhow. He keeps tabs on her and doesn’t miss a thing. During dinner he picked up on her nervousness and even called her on it. Once he told her to stop messing with her hands, she didn’t go back to them for the rest of the time we were there.

  Sydney is naturally obedient because it means something to her to know she’s made her Dom happy and pleased him. I don’t anticipate having to repeat myself with her. Anthony just may be the one that ties all the pieces together in her head and makes it all make sense to her.

  Anthony sat down and watched Sydney walk off to take her bath. His eyes follow her until she’s out of his sight. He’s so oblivious to what she’s doing to him though. I’ve never seen him like this over a woman. Ever. He watches her with a level of intensity that I’ve never seen from him. He is naturally protective of her.

  “How was the drive back?” I asked him.

  “Fine. She trusts us and she wants this.”

  “You calmed her nerves at the restaurant. Before you got there her knee was bouncing and she was playing with her fingers. It all stopped when she saw you.”

  He shook it off though as to what kind of an impact he has on her. He needed to know exactly what he did for her. He was quiet now though and was watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. Okay, here goes.

  “Anth, I need you to treat her as your sub.”

  There, I just threw it all out on the table for him. Least he hadn’t unpacked yet if he flat out refused. His head whipped around and I met his confused, questioning eyes.

  “What?”

  “I need you to act like her Dom.”

  “What the fuck, Colin?”

  “Anth, she needs actual training with another Dom by her side. Each day I need you to be assertive as well. I think small directions from you as a Dom, would be beneficial to her.”

  He was looking at me as if I wasn’t real.

  “And do what?”

  “What do you mean ‘do what?’ You’re not a Dom in training. When you’re with her, give her small directions and see how she does with them. You know, things like letting her get your clothes ready or getting a beverage.”

  He sighed heavily and continued to look at the flames in the fireplace. I should have prepared better to talk to him about that instead of throwing it at him.

  “Anth, there are so many unknowns with her that I can’t in good faith trust anyone else with her. I thought about having Evan stay over this upcoming weekend, but I think it’ll scare her. She’s comfortable with you and trusts you.”

  “I get it. I’ll do it.” He turned his head to look at the fireplace again and I caught when he said under his breath that he didn’t want Evan near her either, though I didn’t comment on it.

  Anthony and I carried his stuff to the guest room and I helped him put everything away while Sydney was drying her hair. I was going to stay with them in the guest room until Friday and was going to use Friday as the separation point.

  Sydney came out of the bathroom in some soft pajamas that Anthony had picked out for her and got on the bed ready for her bandage time. That’s what she and I started calling it. She lay face down on the towel and I raised her shirt in the back exposing a field of painful looking wounds. She had her fists balled up and rested her forehead on them. Anthony was on his side propped up on one elbow. He nudged her upper arm and she lifted her head to look at him. His tone was gentle and his face was calm.

  “Give me your hand, sunshine. Squeeze my fingers if it hurts and keep your eyes on me. Doms don’t like to see their subs hiding.”

  Impressive. I was thrilled that he was working on making that connection with her. I began dabbing the medicated ointment on the cuts and welts and put fresh bandages over them. How this girl dealt with all this on her own and continued to come to work and smile was beyond me. But, I knew from the beginning that she was special. She has an unbreakable spirit.

  I looked up at Sydney and saw that she was concentrating on watching Anthony. I gave her leg a pat so she’d turn over. The front was always harder to do. Much harder. I found myself wanting to look at her body rather than the wounds. I usually did a good job, but sometimes it was hard to keep my eyes off those breasts. Anthony would find this to be torture to him.

  She rolled over and helped me lift her shirt up over her breasts to just under her chin. She’s way too thin. Matt’s right. The sight of her ribs and abdomen makes me so angry. It’s pretty much a medley of black, blue, red and deep purple. I can’t see much of her peachy skin. It’s all bruised and I know it causes her the most pain. She flinches when my hand gets close to it. Matt told me not to do anything with it though and said it just has to heal on it’s own. Sydney had a few welts and cuts on her side where the belt buckle hit. She also had a few tiny cuts on the side of her right breast. I gently rubbed in some ointment. Matt also gave me a different cream to put on some bruises, with the exception of her abdomen. So I got the other cream out and rubbed it onto her bruised collarbones.

  “There we go. All done, baby. You did well.”

  I leaned over the bed and kissed her forehead. Sydney needs positive reinforcement. She’s had nothing but negative for so long that it’ll take a lot of work before she starts believing that she’s not bad.

  Anthony was going to stay with her while I went upstairs to shower and change. This had become routine for Sydney and I and I used my alone time in the shower to get rid of my pent up anger over the shit she’s been through. I never leave my bathroom until I’m calm again.

  Wh
en I got back to the guest room, I witnessed one of the most tender displays of affection I’ve ever seen. Anthony was sitting in the chair next to the fireplace and Sydney was curled up on his lap. Her head was resting against his chest and her left hand was clutching the top of his shirt. His head was resting against the back of the chair and he had a throw wrapped around her. He had an arm wrapped around her back and his hand was splayed across her upper back. His other hand was moving up and down slowly on one of her legs over the blanket. Both of their eyes were closed.

  It was very intimate. The sight reassured me that I had made the right decision with bringing Anthony in to help. I had my phone on top of the dresser and snapped a silent picture of them. They looked content and at peace. I think they both need this sort of contact. I sat down on the bed across from them and his eyes flew open. It was interesting to watch because the second he heard the noise, he pulled her closer to him. He’d protect her at any cost.

  “Hey, you want to go change and I’ll hold her?”

  Anthony nodded and whispered that she fell asleep. That’s another feat in itself. Sydney struggles with falling asleep. She has a lot of anxiety over sleeping. But when Anthony is near and she can feel him, she allows herself to relax and drift off. He stood and transferred her to my arms. She shifted a little but stayed asleep. While Anthony was in the shower, I rocked her back and forth some. I remember how nice of a feeling it is to be rocked. My mom and dad would rock me each evening when I was really little. I bet it made me sleep better.

  Anthony dimmed the sitting room light and closed the bathroom door part way with the soft glow of the light behind it. He climbed into bed as I stood and set Sydney down in the middle of the bed. I purposely put her down facing Anthony and he naturally put his arm up, creating a little space for her to cuddle up to him. Sydney woke up just long enough to slide up against him and take hold of his shirt. I shut the nightstand lights off and got into bed. I pressed my chest against her back and let my hand rest on my own leg. Sydney doesn’t like to be touched in certain places. It all makes sense, but we’re going to have to work on it slowly.