by Drew Sera
Matt gave us the all clear yesterday afternoon regarding the blood tests, and the three of us were very happy. Up until yesterday, we were still using condoms and had them in just about every possible drawer where the occasion might arise. The nightstands on either side of our bed were stocked with lubes and toys now. Anthony got rid of the condoms yesterday when Matt left.
Next to the fireplace in the bedroom were two new comfy chairs. They were termed oversized chairs so they had enough room for Anthony or myself to sit in one and have Sydney on our lap. It was important that those chairs be comfortable and accommodating especially since it will be common for us to be up with her due to nightmares. We got a small table with a drawer to go between the two chairs and Sydney could keep her journals in it. I made sure each chair had a throw on it so if she got chilled she could cuddle up in one and wouldn’t have a reason to not be warm.
Our bathroom now had new towels and rugs, and it was a much bigger physical space. The shower was much bigger than the one downstairs and would be able to entertain any of our shower sex play. There were some shelves built into the shower wall that Anthony and I put toys on for Sydney. Sydney and Anthony each had a shelf in there that had their stuff on it, and I had given a detailed list to the housekeepers so they knew whose stuff was what so they could make sure it was stocked. The housekeepers knew that they were to keep stock of that vanilla scented stuff Sydney uses. It’s like a drug to Anthony and I and we’re addicted to it.
I rolled over and spooned behind Sydney and set my hand on her stomach. I looked down at her hips. The skin still felt different there from being rubbed with sandpaper for years by that fucking bastard. My hand itched to touch it and rub on it. I moved my hands from her tummy to her hip and gently rubbed my thumb over it. I wondered if she would bleed much when the prick would do it. He also rubbed sandpaper over her back after he took a belt or whip to it. But it didn’t feel like her hips did. They’ve felt raw and chapped ever since she started staying here. Matt had given us a lotion to put on her hips but it didn’t seem to be doing much for her though.
I was proud of how far she’s come. She didn’t seem to notice my rubbing on her hips. In the beginning she’d get upset if she were touched in certain places, with her hips being one. She’s getting much better with Anthony and I touching her. It’s been wonderful to see her begin to heal.
I scooted myself down the bed so that my head was about waist level and kissed her chapped hip and then moved to kiss her soft butt cheeks. That caused her to stir some. She lifted her head off Anthony’s shoulder and looked over her shoulder at me. She was smiling and let out a soft laugh. As usual, her laugh was infectious and soon had me smiling. Anthony and I will go to great lengths to hear her laugh and see her smile.
Soon, I had my erection buried in her pussy and her mouth was moving on Anthony. He had his hands laced together behind his head and looked completely relaxed. Anthony has seen his fair share of torment as well, and he wore the evidence with that huge side scar and now his chest and back bore the result of Paul’s frenzy. I looked away from him and back down to Sydney. I get angry each time I look at the mark Paul made on Anthony because I also start thinking of Paul’s intention with Sydney. I concentrated on watching my cock glide in and out of Sydney’s pussy.
She was getting close and I reached my hand around and pressed on her clit sending her over the edge. As she came, she quietly moaned with a mouthful of Anthony and gripped my cock with her pussy. I felt my balls contract and then I sent my warm fluid into her tight pussy. I pulled out and flopped on the bed while I watched her continue to work on Anthony. She was gorgeous to watch working on my best friend with her mouth, but I wanted to see her perched on him and told her to sit on Anthony.
Sydney lowered herself slowly on Anthony and began moving back and forth on him. Her eyes held desire and her nipples were hard. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out some lube and a small butt plug. I knelt behind her and gently pushed on her back guiding her to lean over Anthony. Her body stilled when she felt the toy at her small entrance.
“Relax, baby.” I rubbed on her lower back and then began pushing the toy in. Her ass gobbled up the tiny plug, and before I knew it, she was bouncing on Anthony. Anthony looked like he was ready to go through the roof but was trying to remain somewhat in control.
“That’s it, sunshine, fuck me!”
At first I was annoyed at his hard choice of words. But when I looked at Sydney, I saw how big her pupils were and how turned on she was. A deep groan from Anthony filled the room as he pushed his head back into the pillow and took hold of her hips as he came. A tiny whimper tore from Sydney that sounded more like a frightened noise than a pleasurable one.
I gave a nudge to Anthony’s hand that was holding her hip to remind him what he was doing. Sydney was still and her eyes were tightly shut. I put my hand on her back and encouraged her to open her eyes. I could see her stomach jerk inward and then saw her body tighten again.
Was she trying to fend off an orgasm?
“Baby, let it happen.”
She shook her head and bit the bottom of her lip again. That’s exactly what she was doing. She was trying to prevent coming again with that toy in her ass. Anthony realized it and sat up which pushed her into a position where her chest and stomach were right up against his. He gave her right nipple a pinch while I worked on the left one. His hand held her chin still, and he told her to open her eyes.
“Sunshine, let go. You don’t have the control over orgasms. You give those to Colin and I.” He kissed her and I began placing kisses on her back while I squeezed her butt cheeks. “Give it to us, sunshine.”
I tugged on the butt plug and she lost control of it and the orgasm tumbled out of her. Anthony was still inside her pussy and must be feeling the effect of this. Sydney was writhing around on Anthony and he pulled her to lean against him in his arms.
“That’s a good girl, Sydney.” I continued to squeeze her butt cheeks as she rode out the orgasm.
Anthony showered her face with kisses. “Sunshine, you don’t get to decide if you want to come. Colin and I will take your pleasure whenever we want. No more trying to keep from coming. Understand, sweetie?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“We aren’t angry, baby. Please don’t mistake our greed for anger,” I said to her.
“Greed?”
She looked confused as a chill washed over her. Anthony still held her tightly in his arms and I reached over to feel her skin. Cool. I wanted to talk with Chris about this again. She comes and then so quickly her body chills. I’ve known women to become chilled after coming out of subspace or after an intense scene. But Sydney’s body does this almost instantly once she comes.
“Anthony and I are very greedy with you, baby. We want all of your orgasms. All of them,” I told her while setting a throw over her back.
“Yeah, sunshine. Why else do you think we made the rule about you not being allowed to touch yourself? Colin and I want to be here each time you come and we want each one that your body gives us. Every single one,” Anthony added.
Game time wasn’t until 5:00 tonight, and it was close to 3:30 now. I leaned back on my chair in the den and rubbed my hand over my face. I had just spent the better part of an hour looking at collars online. Nothing I had seen so far was quite right for her. I needed to talk to Anthony. Sydney’s laughter and happy screeches echoed through the house though and I had to go see what on earth was going on. I closed down my laptop and headed in the direction of the giggles and tiny playful screams.
I walked into our room and Anthony was shirtless and in workout shorts while Sydney was in a pink tank top and yellow and pink tiny short panties. I hadn’t announced myself and wanted to watch them for a minute to see if I could see what all the laughing and screaming giggles were about.
Sydney was lying back on the bed and Anthony had one of her toes in his mouth. Her other foot was propped up on his stomach and he was painting her toe
s. I blinked rapidly in case there was something in my eye that was skewing my vision. Eyes were clear, but holy shit, Anthony Davis Graves was painting a woman’s toes. I quietly pulled out my phone and snapped this picture.
“What on earth?” I walked in and they both looked over at me. Anthony still had her big toe between his teeth and grinned at me. They were in a good mood so I decided to play along with them. “Baby, you probably don’t know this but he’s a toe addict. Notice how he volunteered to paint your toes and how he conveniently has a toe in his mouth?” I totally made it up. Anthony didn’t have a foot fetish, but it was fun to play with Sydney. I propped myself up on one arm next to her and put my hand under her tank top on her tummy and stroked lightly.
Sydney got a playful look in her eyes and looked over at me with a pouty frown. “He said he’d make them pretty.”
“Mmhmm. Look, baby. He’s still got your toe. I don’t know if you’re going to get it back, baby.”
Anthony released her toe and then put the cap back on the nail polish and set it on the nightstand.
“There are a few things I will accept as toe substitutes.” Anthony slid up to rest on his knees and heels and pulled her panties down. “Clit or tits!” Anthony buried his head between her legs and tickled her lightly while I flipped up the tank top and pulled her breasts out from the bra cups. I lightly tickled her sides and nibbled on her nipples. Anthony and I had only been licking and sucking on her for a few moments before she tightened her body.
“Ahh! I’m going to come!”
“Good, sunshine. I want to hear you.”
Anthony and I tried to hold her still without exerting too much physical force. We never were rough with her. I’ll admit though that it was nice to see this playful side to her. And Anthony. He was painting her nails for God’s sake.
Sydney’s body tightened again and then she moaned and whimpered out her release. Once she had come down, Anthony picked up the nail polish.
“Good, now you’ll be still so I can finish. Let Master Colin hold you, sunshine,” he teased.
I leaned back against the headboard and parted my legs so she could rest between them and lean her head against my abdomen. I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands rest on her tummy. I looked down at Anthony when I heard her giggle and let out a little scream again. Anthony had an unpainted toe back in his mouth. This is the wonderful stuff Anthony and I had been missing in our lives.
While Anthony finished the unpainted toes, Sydney relaxed in my arms. She wrapped her hand around a few of my fingers and her other hand was busy rubbing and poking my leg. There are a lot of times where Sydney will sit and rub, and stroke or feel our bodies. She was very inexperienced with touching a man’s body on her own accord, and now that she doesn’t have to fear a bad reaction, she’s been more apt to explore. Anthony and I thought it was great and we always let her explore whenever she felt comfortable in doing it.
Matt and Gina came over just a little while before the game, and Sydney’s toes became the topic of conversation.
“Nice toes, Syd,” Gina said to Sydney while the guys and I were setting out the munchies for the game.
Anthony had leaned against the counter behind Sydney and told Gina that he painted Sydney’s toes. Gina laughed.
“You? You painted her toes?”
“Yep.”
“Well, it makes sense. It’s a little sloppy in places,” Gina retorted playfully.
Matt came over to take a look.
“Wow, Anth. First nail job?”
“Yep.”
“Impressive.”
“I’m a skilled man. I’m very good with my hands.”
During the game, Gina and Sydney sat on the floor by the coffee table. Gina ended up moving to sit between Matt’s legs and Sydney had wrapped each of her arms around my leg and then Anthony’s. She had leaned her head against my leg, and I caught her a few times with her eyes closed. The nightmares take their toll on her, and she gets worn out. I didn’t bring any attention to it but stroked her head. It made me so relaxed that I could have fallen asleep too. As the game wore on, the quieter she grew. I knew that her silence was a combination of being tired and nervous about tomorrow. Tomorrow was Monday. Monday means Chris.
When the three of us got into bed, Sydney was very quiet. She was nervous and worried about tomorrow. Sydney was in Anthony’s arms while I stroked her back gently and could feel how tense she was.
I had fallen asleep but woke up to Anthony pushing my shoulder and then him getting off the bed. I reached for Sydney but found a damp sheet instead. I jumped out of bed and pulled my lounge pants on and headed towards the bathroom where there were sounds of Sydney being sick.
I stood in the doorway and watched Anthony wrap his arm around her to keep her steady and held her hair out of the way. I got a damp washcloth and knelt down next to Anthony. When it appeared that her stomach was calm, Anthony sat against the tub with her in his arms. Our fragile kitten was sick, which meant that Anthony and I were sick with worry. I washed her face off and felt her forehead. She didn’t feel like she was burning up, but she was warm. I got the thermometer and stuck it under her tongue as she clutched her stomach.
“It’s over one hundred.” I looked up at Anthony. “Sydney, do you hurt anywhere other than your stomach?”
“No, Sir.”
Her arms were wrapped around her abdomen and her hands were clutching her sides. She leaned against Anthony and was clearly wiped of energy. I got some additional damp washcloths and had Anthony hold one on her forehead and the other two on the inside of her elbows while I worked on getting her to take some ibuprofen. We saw glimpses of panic and fear in her eyes as I held out the two liquid gels. She wasn’t being defiant but just looked up at me with sad eyes as I held the pills in my hand. She reached for the pills with shaky fingers as a tiny whimper slipped from her throat. It about broke my heart. She took them though and I kissed her warm cheek.
“That’s a good girl, baby. It won’t hurt you and you’re safe with us.”
I left Anthony and Sydney in the bathroom while I changed the damp sheets on our bed. Sydney fell asleep pretty fast but Anthony and I were almost wide awake. I wanted to keep an eye on the fever. While Anthony gently stroked her tummy, I ran my fingers lightly over her collarbones until I fell asleep.
9
Monday, December 9th
Sydney
I felt horrible all morning. I felt guilty for keeping Colin and Anthony up most of the night. My stupid stomach decided to be obnoxious last night. I was so nervous about the Iron’s charity party and the photo shoot with Blake’s photographer.
I had decided that I was going to bid on Anthony’s auction item. I had seen the “menu” of auction items from the list that Blake had left at the house. The auction menu for Anthony would read as:
“An Evening of Rope Bondage with Master Anthony Graves.”
Honestly, it sounded wonderful... if you weren’t terrified of bondage. Or rope. I happened to be terrified of both. But it was Anthony. My Anthony. He wouldn’t hurt me, but it was most likely that I wouldn’t win. Apparently it was very popular. I had to be prepared in case I did win though. And that’s what had me in knots.
I wanted to contribute to the charity fund. I had nothing to offer for the auction and even if I did, Gina told me that hell would have to freeze over before Colin and Anthony would allow me to offer anything to anyone but them. So all I could do would be to bid on Anthony. I had some money saved and would gladly donate it to a worthy cause.
Colin and Anthony both worried over me all morning and kept feeling my forehead. I feel guilty for them having to baby me so much, but at the same time it felt wonderful. When I was with Howard I didn’t understand how nice it was to be held or looked after. I didn’t think I was missing anything or needed anything or anyone. After all, I thought I could take care of myself. I feel bad that I was somewhat resistant with Colin and Anthony in the beginning when they tr
ied to take care of me, especially with Colin at work. I was afraid to let my guard down because I didn’t want him to see me needing anything.
Now that I’m with them, I seek the warmth of their embrace and love wrapping my arms around one of the big arms and to just lean against it. There, I’m safe to shut my eyes. I try not to let on too much that I constantly want to be in their arms, because I don’t want to seem so clingy. But I absolutely love the way their touch makes me feel.
10
Monday, December 9th
Colin
Ever since Saturday, I’ve had collaring Sydney on my mind. What Anthony had been able to accomplish with her in the pool at Irons made be believe that collaring her was the right thing to do. It was the first thing on my mind when I woke up this morning.
Sydney didn’t sleep very well last night since she was sick, but she seems to worry the nights before visiting with Chris. I rolled to my side and ran my fingers along her collarbones. Anthony was awake too and rolled over and looked at me.
“We don’t have to get up yet,” I whispered.
Anthony nodded and put his hand on her lower abdomen and traced her hipbone with his thumb. He felt about the same as Sydney did about seeing Chris.
We needed to go to the office after the appointment with Chris so Anthony and I dressed for work in our suits and ties.
“Sunshine, which tie do you like? The pink or the black one?”
I laughed out loud from the bathroom and walked into the doorway to the bedroom. I had to see what the shirt looked like. If it could accommodate a pink or a black tie, it had to be a special shirt. It was just a white shirt though. Anthony could make a white shirt look exciting.