Us: Book Three in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  Putting all of my body weight on my side, with my free hand I brought her panties up and pressed them against my nose. Sydney giggled and I told her that her panties smelled like someone had been turned on while we were outside.

  “Sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help it,” she laughed lightly with me. She was so fucking cute. I made sure her eyes were on me before I moved.

  “Sydney, sweetheart…have you ever had panties around your arms or wrists?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Whew. I had to verbally make sure before I moved a muscle.

  “Good, sunshine. We’re going to try. Remember, red to stop…”

  “Yellow to slow down.” I saw her swallow hard and her eyes began moving rapidly, looking over my head. No. I wasn’t proceeding until her eyes were confidently on mine.

  “Sunshine, eyes on me…that’s my good girl.”

  Without moving my eyes from hers I wrapped the legs of her panties around her free wrist and placed it above her head next to her hand that I held. I let go of that hand and wrapped the panties around that wrist. I looked at her arms above her head, bound by panties and I got harder. My heart swelled. She’s so fucking brave. She kept her eyes on me and gave me a smile, though it was a nervous one.

  “You look hot, sunshine. So fucking hot.”

  “I don’t look bad?”

  Bad. I completely would have been on board with playing the bad girl game and needing a spanking. But I feared that she wouldn’t be on the same page with that. To her, right now, she wouldn’t see the bad girl game as being beyond sexy and hot to me. She would still see this as being bound and punished for no reason. And we weren’t going there.

  “Sydney, you look sexy and so good to me. And I need to stuff your sweet pussy with my aching cock.”

  I leaned over her and pulled the panties off her wrists and gave each wrist a kiss. I then moved between her legs, rubbed a few fingers against her pussy and pushed my cock in her. Fuck. I needed to fuck her hard and really would have preferred her on her hands and knees, but after the special moment of binding her wrists with her panties, I didn’t have the heart to make her face away from me while I pounded her from behind. I needed to see her eyes.

  “Bend your knees, sunshine…good girl.”

  I took hold of her calves and guided her feet up to rest against my chest. Her eyes still looked clear and so I started my thrusting. I never lost sight of her except for when I came. When I was sure that I couldn’t come anymore, I gently straightened her legs and set them on the bed. I leaned over Sydney while still supporting my body weight and smiled at her. Seeing her smile back at me made me feel good and like we had made some progress this afternoon. I hadn’t let her have her orgasm. She will be prepped for him and he’ll love it.

  I carried her to the bathroom and set her on the bath mat while I drew us a bath. I wasn’t at all surprised when I felt her lean against my leg while I poured bubble bath into the tub. I reached down to cup her cheek and felt her snuggle closer against me. She needed to be held and cuddled now. As soon as the tub was ready, I wasted no time at all with getting us in the warm water.

  “Did your tattoo hurt when you got it? There’s a lot of black color on it. Did that hurt?” She asked as she was straddling my dick in the tub. She had her chin resting on my shoulder and her hand was tracing the tattoo on my shoulder blade. Colin, Matt and I got the same tattoos in the same place. Colin had a few other tattoos on his body, but Matt and I both just had the one.

  “It was more uncomfortable than painful, sunshine. Matt and Colin and I got the BDSM emblems at the same time. If you want my honest assessment of the event, I’d say Matt was the baby in the group.” I thought back to when the three of us went to get them. “I think I was about twenty-five or so. I got mine first. Then Colin and Matt.”

  “It’s neat.”

  “Glad you like it sweetie. But don’t go getting any ideas. No more abuse to your skin.” I kissed her cheek and put my hand on the back of her neck. Her body stilled in my arms. She’s still sensitive about her neck because that fucking asshole burned her. I understood and wasn’t going to push her. She knew that I had been burned too and that she could talk to me about it whenever she wanted to.

  Sydney was in position to greet Colin when he came home from work and she welcomed him home with her hot little mouth. Colin brought dinner home tonight for something quick and easy. We’ve been busy packing a little in the evenings for our trip.

  With my dick in my hand, I watched Colin fuck Sydney’s ass on the couch. After he exploded in her ass, he had her sit on his face and worked to give her a release. She needed it after today. While Colin was tonguing our girl, I stood next to her and fed her my cock. Her warm mouth worked quickly on me and I knew it was a result of her needing to come.

  “Sunshine, eyes…good girl…want me to come in your mouth?”

  Sydney nodded and closed her eyes. It concerns me some when she shuts her eyes. Colin and I often remind her not to do that because we need to keep tabs on how she’s doing. We’re both afraid that when she closes her eyes, she shuts down. She only does this with oral sex, and I know that fucking asshole is to blame. I wasn’t going to let her hide though.

  “Eyes,” I instructed and pulled my cock out of her mouth and out of reach.

  Her eyes opened and she gave me a pouty face. She wanted my cock. I smiled at her, reminded her to keep her eyes on me while I held a hand gently on the back of her head and then filled her mouth with my warm jizz.

  “Swallow it, sunshine…that’s my good girl.”

  As she swallowed my load, Colin had made her come. I gave Colin some one on one time with Sydney after that and let them take a bubble bath together. I went to check some work email in the den. I saw that the finance manager at work had a car accident and would be out of work for a few days. Instead of dumping the burden on someone else, I decided to go into the office tomorrow and Thursday.

  32

  Wednesday, December 18th

  Sydney

  I never knew being submissive to two Doms would be so wonderful. They’re so good to me and so different than Howard. Way different. I love giving them everything they want and desire. They take such good care of me. They really like being around me and don’t just want to hurt me like Howard did.

  I woke up several times during the night thinking about Anthony’s rope auction evening, and then I found my mind drifting off to the thoughts of how he wrapped my wrists in my panties. It was exciting and somewhat of a free feeling. It was hard to explain. Even though he had me somewhat bound and restricted, I never felt trapped. Instead I felt…free. I was trying to understand this and thought about bringing it up to Gina. I didn’t understand how it could make me feel free, but that was the best way to describe it.

  Anthony had to go into the office today, so I was on my own to do my daily chores, and then I was able to go over to Gina’s. Colin just wanted me to text him when I left home and text him when I was inside Gina’s home. They were always so protective. I loved the fact that they cared.

  I took over my presents that I was giving the guys for Christmas, and Gina and I were going to gift wrap this afternoon. Then I was just going to leave them at her house, and she and Matt would pack them in their car.

  We spent a lot of time talking about the charity party this weekend as we gift wrapped. I knew some of the party planners had been over to the house over the past few days getting the place ready and set up, with tables and that sort of thing. As we got closer to Saturday, the more my nerves kicked up and now I had this weird feeling of being free when he playfully bound me with my panties.

  “Gina, does being bound or tied up ever make you feel the opposite of what you should feel?”

  She looked at me sideways while she was attaching a bow to a package for Matt.

  “Explain, Syd.”

  Shit. Explain. I didn’t know how to communicate this. I didn’t want to say anything to her about the panties if I did, maybe she’d un
derstand. Or maybe she wouldn’t and she’d say something to Matt, and then Matt would say something to Colin and Anthony and then they’d think they couldn’t do anything with me without Gina and Matt finding out. She broke the silence.

  “Are you still getting sick to your stomach about it?”

  Before I could answer, Matt came around the corner and asked me what was going on. Crap.

  “What’s going on sweetie? What’s got you so upset that you’ve been losing your stomach?"

  I started to twist and pull on my fingers and looked down. Matt tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. I hoped he wouldn’t tell Colin or Anthony.

  “I’m a little nervous about the rope. I know I shouldn’t be, because I probably won’t actually win the bid anyhow. But I want to be able to give that to Anthony. I think he likes it and I’m sure he misses it.”

  “Sweetie, Anthony would love to play with you and rope. He loves it and yes, he is very good at it. But you have to be comfortable too.”

  “I know. I think I’ll be fine when it comes down to it. It’s just the build up.”

  “Colin and Anthony wouldn’t like to hear that you’re getting sick to your stomach. Do they know?”

  I nodded and told him that they’ve been around when I’ve gotten sick a couple times, but that they didn’t know what I was getting sick about. I only had a few more days to go before the charity event.

  33

  Thursday, December 19th

  Paul

  I was sweeping up glass from the floor in the kitchen, finally. Last weekend I heard through the grapevine that fucking Everett and fucking Golden Boy Graves collared that little tease. When I heard, I broke several glasses in the kitchen. I left the glass on the floor and had a little masochist over to play. She asked me about the glass, so I made her walk across the shards. She liked it. But now the sight of the blood bothered me.

  I heard that the fucking tag-teamers put an unbelievable collar around her tiny neck -diamonds and lush platinum. Those two fucking disgust me. Of course, everyone was there and everyone was so happy for them. Fuck them. All of them.

  I checked my watch. I couldn’t be late for my run in with the little bitches. They’ve become more and more predictable when they go out shopping. I know where they park, the coffee hut they go to and what they each order. I know the path they walk around by the stores, the restaurant they have lunch at, the stores they frequent, and the bathrooms they use. Little Gina uses the bathroom more than little Sydney. She orders a larger coffee than Sydney. Sydney usually stands outside the bathroom or sits on the bench and waits. Few people are ever around in that section between the shops and parking structure.

  I had managed to take a cell phone picture of the front and back of Sydney’s member card at Irons on my last stint as a Dungeon Monitor. She has one of the larger trigger and hard-limit sections that I’ve seen. When I watch her walk around with Gina, I can pick up on her overall nervousness by the way she holds herself. She’s shy, quiet, and unsure of everything. I knew most of that from watching them interact at Irons. I was curious to watch her outside of Irons, out from under the shadow of Everett and Graves. If I didn’t hate Everett so fucking much, I’d say it would be good to see what becomes of her. But the fact is that I hate Everett with every breath I take, so naturally she will suffer for him being nothing more than his asshole self.

  I leaned against the rack pretending to look at ties while Gina flipped through a rack of men’s shirts blabbing away. Sydney held her arm across her midsection and gripped her arm across her body. I’ve at least seen her creamy skin at the club. She turns red easily. I’d love to make her turn red.

  When Sydney brushed her hair behind her ear, I saw it - that fucking, disgusting collar. It shinned and shimmered from across the room. Even if she wasn’t already a target for me, and if I were financially desperate, I’d corner her and demand the necklace. Everett is such a fucking dick by putting that gem around her neck. She’d be a target for every criminal who sets their eyes on her. I was barely able to contain my anger but somehow managed to get myself out of the store before I reacted.

  To think those fucking co-tops tried keeping that little tease all to themselves makes me sick. What if she’s turned on by something that they’re not into? They could be holding her back.

  Colin did let Evan play. But Evan is a fuck up. He couldn’t even finish the scene without needing Graves to bail his dick out. I watched the whole thing. Little tease fell and thought Evan was going to hit her. Evan didn’t have the balls to hit anything. The girl obviously was expecting it though. She might be used to getting backhanded. Maybe she wasn’t very obedient.

  Fucking Graves. Blake’s favorite person in the universe. I should have whipped him harder when I had the chance.

  And to think that all of this could have been avoided. Colin wouldn’t just let me play once. Once was all I fucking wanted. I just needed it out of my system. But no, he couldn’t give me one time. My time would come.

  34

  Friday, December 20th

  Colin

  I had the day off to help prepare for the Irons auction party tomorrow night, and since I had a lot to do, I wouldn’t be golfing today. My housekeeper came over after Anthony left for work and she got the final list of things to pick up for the party tomorrow. We had arranged for tables and chairs to be delivered tomorrow morning. My housekeeper had her own company with additional employees, and they’d be assisting tomorrow with the party. I was very fortunate that my housekeeper respected my privacy and didn’t bat an eye at the decorations or clientele that usually came to my house parties. I was showing her the table center pieces that Blake and his wife came up with. They were leather collars filled with sex toys, lube packets, and condoms.

  I’m sure her mind runs wild but she never lets anything on. She was standing at the kitchen island going over the list while I was gazing out the patio door at Sydney writing in her notebook at the patio table.

  “Mr. Everett, may I make a suggestion for the candy selection?” she asked me, causing my eyes to be pulled away from Sydney.

  “The M&M’s?”

  “Yes, I…” she began, but I held my hand up.

  M&M’s were not negotiable. I know it was childish of me, but they made Sydney so happy, and I wasn’t removing them from the party. Blake’s wife found small silver bowls that were going to be perfect for the candies.

  “Mr. Everett, I wasn’t going to suggest not having the candy. There is a party store where you can pick out M&M’s in just one color. Since your theme is colored mostly black and silver, I was going to ask if you wanted me to pick up black and silver ones.”

  I blinked a few times and apologized for having cut her off. If I had allowed her to finish, I wouldn’t have looked like an asshole. I told her to get mostly black and silver but asked her to throw in a smaller portion of green ones. She smiled while nodding at me and then looked outside at Sydney. She knew Sydney was the reason for M&M’s being on my weekly grocery list. Not only did I have her pick up a few bags each week but she also had to pick up the small snack size individual bags. Anthony required them so he could hide a bag for her each day and attach his dirty little note with it.

  “If I may say so, Mr. Everett, it’s very nice to see you so happy.”

  I couldn’t help but smile and looked back outside. My housekeeper adored Sydney, and she knew very well that Anthony was involved too. She knew the three of us existed together on some level, though I’m certain she didn’t understand the dynamic of the relationship. She wasn’t oblivious to the type of lifestyle I led either. She’s been my housekeeper for years. She was aware of my playroom and the contents of it. And she was very aware of the addition of another man’s and woman’s clothes, bathroom supplies, and everything in between. Yet she didn’t judge or say one bad thing about it.

  It was well after noon by the time my housekeeper left, and I was craving the touch of Sydney. I locked up the house, and she and I walked hand
in hand down the walkway of the golf course to the clubhouse for lunch. I felt I needed to talk to her some about the auction and party tomorrow night. We talked about all of the things that would be auctioned off, and when I explained Anthony’s rope evening, I could see her interest level pick up.

  “So, what does he do to or for the person who wins the bid?”

  I knew this was a touchy subject for Anthony as well. Anthony absolutely didn’t want to do anything to compromise our closed V relationship or to upset Sydney. I made sure Sydney knew that the rope evening wasn’t going to include sex. It was imperative she understood that. Sydney still has some insecurities and when she sees the winner tomorrow night, I know that negative images will creep into her head, and she’ll start second guessing things. Anthony and I don’t want that.

  “Baby, usually he lets the winner tell him how they want to be bound. In years past, he’s shown them pictures of his rope work, and they usually select something from that. It always takes place inside Irons and in a public viewing room. He’ll weave a nice rope pattern on them, and Blake will have someone to take a photo for either the person who wins or for the walls in Irons. But it doesn’t lead to sex.”

  Sydney’s eyes dropped and she was absentmindedly tracing the silverware on the table. Thinking. A quiet sub is a thinking sub. And I knew Sydney wasn’t picturing anything good.

  “Can he do that suspension stuff?”

  “He knows how to and has done it many times at Irons. Blake has a few rooms in the dungeon set up for that sort of play,” I said gently to her and watched her closely as she processed the information. She was curious and asking questions, and every nurturing Dom wants his little sub to not be afraid to ask questions.