by Drew Sera
No. We weren't doing that. I reminded Sydney that this was a friend of hers and that we weren't avoiding a party. Matt chimed in.
“You know, I’d like to give her and her son something. After all, the kid did let Anthony dunk on his new basketball hoop,” Matt said lightly, and Anthony played along, hoping that it would make Sydney smile.
“That hoop was begging me to dunk.”
“Anth, it wasn't even five feet off the ground,” Matt poked.
“I jumped though, hence dunking.”
Gina laughed, and Sydney’s face was forced into a smile. Anthony gazed at Sydney and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
“Maybe Gina and I could tag along to the store with you guys tomorrow.” I glanced at Gina and saw her face drop a little. Matt squeezed her hand and looked up at me. “Shopping would be good for us, too. We’re, uh.” Matt cleared his throat and said, “We’re still having a rough time with it, too.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. It was almost impossible not to think of Paul and what he did to everyone involved. Sydney squeezed my hand under the table and brought me out of those thoughts. We made plans to leave the house early so we could be there when the store opened. We planned that the store would be less crowded early, which would be better for our girls.
32
Sunday, March 16th
Colin
Sydney woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She sat with Anthony for a little while in the sitting section of our room, talking. When I heard her crying, I joined them and sat on the ottoman while I rubbed her back. I think the bad dream surfaced because she's worried about shopping. The only way she's going to move past it is for us not to be afraid of it.
Knowing that Sydney had a rough night and would be tense this morning, Anthony and I tried relaxing her. He buried himself between her legs while I sucked and teased her nipples. She was a hot little mess beneath us, and I loved doing this to her.
When Sydney started to raise her hips off the bed, I knew Anthony was moments away from making her come. Her nipples were hard points, and her lips were parted. Anthony and I each held one of her hips down as we brought her closer to the edge.
As Sydney just started to moan, Anthony pulled his face away from her pussy, lined his cock up with her entrance and pushed his way in. It caused Sydney to moan loudly, and she grabbed hold of my hair.
“Ahh! Sir!” she yelled out while Anthony filled her.
Anthony leaned over her but supported his weight by locking his elbows next to her sides and began fucking our girl. Hard. His gaze was interested only in her eyes, and he was on a mission. Sydney was a mix of whimpers and moans of pleasure.
“Sunshine, Colin’s going to fill that sexy mouth while I fuck this gorgeous cunt.”
If there was anyone who could set Sydney on fire with words, it was Anthony. He hadn't asked her if she wanted to, he simply told her that's what she was going to do. We've been cautious with this kind of play, but she is getting better and did well yesterday with it. The heat in her eyes from Anthony's words was evident. I firmly took a handful of her hair and gently guided her towards my throbbing cock. I knew that I'd be able to detect any hesitation on her part but thankfully didn't notice anything other than her eagerness. I gripped the headboard above Sydney's head as I slowly moved in her mouth. God, she looked amazing.
“Play with your tits, Sydney. Squeeze and pinch those babies,” Anthony breathed out.
Sydney began tugging on her nipples as she sucked my cock and took the pounding Anthony was delivering. Fuck, it was hot, and after a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore.
“Baby, I'm going to come,” I warned.
After a few more thrusts and flicks of Sydney's tongue, I emptied my load down her throat. While my cock spurted, I let go of her hair and placed my hand gently under her jaw.
“Swallow it all, baby.” I caressed the corner of her mouth as she swallowed. Fuck, she was so beautiful. “Good girl, Sydney.”
“Fuck!” roared out of Anthony as he tipped over the edge.
We collapsed on the bed next to Sydney, both of us still rubbing and touching her. She had a smile on her face, which is exactly how I wanted our day to start out. While we got ready, we reminded Sydney that one of us would hold her hand at all times while we were in the store today. She seemed calm and relaxed. I suppose the morning sex helped her. I was relaxed too, and Anthony looked pretty calm.
Matt and Gina met us for breakfast, and Gina and Sydney were chatty as we waited in line. I took this as a good sign.
“Syd, want to go get a table?” Gina asked Sydney.
Sydney's expression had gone from calm to a worried almost instantly.
“Um,” Sydney turned and looked around the restaurant.
I wanted to hold her and keep worries from ever finding their way to her mind, but I also wanted her to try.
“Baby, look over there.” I pointed to a table near a window that wasn't very far from us.
She nodded and then took a few steps and stopped. “Come on, baby,” I silently encouraged. She made it a few more feet, stopped and started to turn around to face us. I feared that this wasn't a good sign for how our shopping trip would go, but Anthony stepped in. He didn’t go to her, but took a step forward and held his hand up, effectively stopping her from walking back to us. Her eyes were set on Anthony, begging him to help her.
“Not backward, Sydney. Forward. We move forward. Walk with Gina to the table, I will watch.”
Anthony's tone was encouraging and confident, and it set Sydney in motion. She nodded at us and turned on her heel, heading towards the table with Gina beside her.
“Yes,” Anthony whispered as he watched Sydney arrive at the table and sit down facing us.
She was proud of herself, as we were. Gina gave Sydney's arm a pat, and they began chatting. We moved up in line, but Anthony kept his back to Matt and I while he watched the girls. Matt and I ordered for everyone, and when we turned, the girls were both laughing and looking at Anthony. He was apparently making a weird face while rubbing his chest over his t-shirt and lifted the hem of his shirt a little bit as if he were teasing to take it off. I bumped his shoulder with his coffee mug.
“What are you doing?” I laughed and held out the mug until he took it.
“Giving the girls a show.”
“Are you making lewd gestures to my girl, Anth?” Matt joked.
“No. I'm making lewd gestures to my girl. Yours is certainly watching though,” Anthony teased back.
“Well, that table with the four old ladies are also watching you,” I added.
Anthony shrugged. “I don't give a fuck. Let them look. Sydney is smiling, feels safe, and that's all that matters.”
I don't think Sydney would have made it to the table without knowing that his eyes were on her. He made her feel safe, and he was very right; that's all that mattered. Anthony took his empty coffee cup to go join the girls while Matt and I went to fill the other cups.
When Matt and I got back to the table, I took Anthony’s coffee mug to fill it. Sydney was leaning against him, and I didn’t want to disrupt her security. We kept the conversation on the task of the housewarming gift and conversed about how there are a lot of organizations out there to help people, but so many people don’t know about them.
“So, she has a new home and assistance. Do you guys know what the assistance is?” Matt asked.
I shook my head and looked at Sydney to see if she knew more about it, but she said her friend just mentioned some sort of assistance.
“Without a job, can she maintain the house payment?” Matt asked.
“Maybe the house is paid for,” Sydney suggested.
She has such a good heart, and while I would love for her to be right, the bottom line of that is that it was probably just to get into the house. Though, the more I thought about it, without a job she wouldn’t even qualify for the house payment. Maybe it was paid for.
We made it to Target, and I t
ook firm hold of Sydney’s hand. We opted for Target because they had tons of household things from bedding to kitchen items. Anthony grabbed a cart, and Sydney kept her hand next to his on the cart while her other hand was tucked in mine.
“Do you guys know what she might need?” Matt asked.
“She doesn’t have anything. Maybe the assistance part of it will help out.”
We wandered down the bedding and houseware section, all of us unsure of what we should get when Anthony stepped away from the cart and picked up a thing of sheets from an end cap.
“Boom, perfect,” he turned and held up a set of kid’s sheets with basketballs on it.
Sydney smiled and tugged me toward Anthony. She bent down and picked up a basketball shaped pillow for the bed. We picked up enough stuff for the little boy’s bed and picked out something neutral for his mom’s.
“Wait,” Matt halted our movement around the bedding section. “Do we even know what size bed she has?”
“It’s probably a queen sized bed,” Anthony said. “That’s a common size, I think. If it’s wrong, she can exchange it…or we can exchange it for her.
We added some stuff for her kitchen, and Anthony really seemed to take the reins on picking out or suggesting things. Matt commented that he was going to give them a card and add a note about covering the healthcare costs for the little boy.
“Matt, that’s wonderful. I’m sure she will be thrilled,” I said to him.
Anthony had overheard and nodded as well.
“Don’t scare him, Matt. He’ll already be scared and stuff. Little kids like him don’t trust anyone,” Anthony said as he gazed at our cart full of stuff.
“Anth, I’m not going to hurt him.”
“I know, just…take it easy.”
Matt and I knew exactly where Anthony was coming from and while he knew Matt would be as gentle with him as possible, I think it made him feel better to voice it.
On our way out, we also picked up some gift cards so she could get whatever else she needed. By the time we got home, Sydney was exhausted and fell asleep on Anthony in the great room.
During dinner, Sydney started up a conversation that made my heart hurt a little for her.
“I want to get you guys something…” she started, but Anthony and I both cut her off.
“Baby, you’re all we want,” I said.
“We don’t need anything other than you, sunshine,” Anthony added.
“I mean…I have this,” she touched her necklace collar and looked at Anthony and I. “It symbolizes what I am to you guys. But I want you guys to have something, too.”
“Sunshine, we aren’t wedding band type of guys. I’m sorry we can’t give you a grand wedding with dancing and a huge reception.”
I winced when Anthony said that. He minimized something that might have been important to her.
“Sydney, sweetie, is a wedding important to you?” I asked.
“Colin, we both can’t marry her.”
“I know, but I’m just asking her if it was something she always dreamed of having someday.”
“Don’t all little girls dream of weddings and shit?” Anthony asked and got up from the table.
I knew he felt insecure about this topic, but he didn’t need to. And now Sydney was crying.
“Baby,”
“I don’t want to get married! I never dreamed of getting married, that’s never been important to me. I know the three of us don’t have a traditional relationship and that part sometimes is hard. I wish I could hold both of your hands in public and that sort of thing. I know I can’t though, and I deal with that. But I was just hoping the three of us could do something special.”
I relaxed a bit, and Anthony walked back to the table. Before he sat down, he bent down and kissed the top of Sydney’s head.
“Sorry, sunshine. I didn’t mean to be such a dick about that.”
“I was thinking…can the three of us get a tattoo? Something that the three of us will always have.”
I glanced across the table and met Anthony’s eyes.
“A tattoo would be inking our bond to one another,” Anthony said.
I think the tattoo would actually mean a lot to Anthony as well. While we were in Newport Beach, his insecurities due to the situation with Victor came to the surface. He had been afraid that I was going to take Sydney away from him. Deep down, he knows now that I would never dream of doing that. Like a wedding ring, a tattoo would be something he could look at every day on his body and know that he meant the world to Sydney and me.
“What the three of us have is a powerful, deep connection. We’re committed to one another. We don’t need rings or a certificate to confirm what we have,” I said.
Sydney and Anthony nodded in agreement.
“But, having said that. I understand that having a little visual reminder might be good for all of us.”
I reached out and cupped Sydney’s cheek. She had such an incredible heart, wanting to make sure that Anthony and I had something too.
Now, we just needed to decide what kind of tattoo to get.
33
Wednesday, March 19th
Blake
I had been sitting in my office before the club opened, looking over a catalog for some new furniture when my office phone rang. “Front Lobby,” appeared on the caller I.D. I picked it up without too much thought and continued to flip through the catalog.
“This is Blake.”
“Sir, there’s a gentleman here to speak with you.”
“Did he give you his name?”
“One moment and I’ll ask,” she said and pulled the phone away.
I heard her ask the visitor for his name and when I heard a muffled male’s voice say, “Victor,” I closed the catalog.
“He said his name is Victor. Shall I send him up?”
“No. I will be down to get him, thank you.”
I hung the phone up and sat back in the chair. I looked at the calendar. His visit is timed right where I kind of guessed it would fall. After clearing my desk, I headed to the lobby.
Pulling the doors open that led to the lobby, my eyes fell on the son of a bitch immediately. I walked toward him and kept my back to the front desk ladies.
“Blake, can we talk?” he asked and held his hand out for me to shake.
I stared at his hand; the hand that probably gave Anthony a concussion. Without shaking his offered hand, I nodded and motioned towards the door that led to my club. I led the way up the stairs to my office.
“I always really admired your club, Blake. You have a really classy place here. I could never afford the membership, but I really like visiting on guest night.”
The nerve of this man. Even if he had the money for membership, he’d never be accepted. In fact, he’ll never step foot in this club again once he leaves. I opened the door to my office and entered ahead of him.
“Have a seat,” I said and closed the door behind him.
I took a seat behind my desk and stared in disgust at the man across from me. It was probably a good thing that a desk separated us.
“What can I do for you, Victor?”
“My membership to my club has been revoked. And I’ve tried contacting three other clubs for membership, with no luck. It appears I’ve been black balled at not only clubs in Las Vegas, but also in Southern California.”
I stared at him, grateful that all of my connections proved to be strong and reliable.
“Imagine that, Victor.”
“You did this, Blake.”
“You raped my son.”
As the rage in me built, his face paled. Was he still delusional?
“Blake, I didn’t. You were there when I played the video of me asking him if he cared what I did. He said he didn’t. He consented.”
I pounded my fist on my desk.
“You didn’t ask him if he minded if you fucked him. The straws that you’re grasping at are very weak and will not sustain your weight. That bullshit story you’re
standing by doesn’t fly with me. It sounds as ridiculous as if I were to tie you to a tree and flog you without specifically negotiating that with you. I could argue and say ‘well, he didn’t say that I couldn’t, so therefore he consented.’ You know as well as I do that what you did was wrong. You won’t blur that line again. At least, not in a licensed establishment.”
“So, you made it to where I can’t join any clubs in the city, because of that?” I stared at him, somewhat stunned by his confusion over this matter. “My business is to service those with specific needs. Anthony had needs that night he hired me.”
“He didn’t need to be raped.”
“I wish you would stop calling it that.”
“That’s what it is when you don’t have clear consent.”
“Blake, I’m able to make ends meet because of my supplemental income from being a Pro Dom. If I can’t get admitted to a club and have their backing to endorse and recommend me, I lose that income.”
“You won’t be permitted in these clubs to collect business when you obviously have no morals and are confused over consent. You’re a liability to those who practice and play consensually in these clubs. And believe me, none of these clubs want or need that element.”
“You’re not going to help me out and get me back in my club?”
“No, but I will show you out now.”
I stood and headed to the door. I opened it, and without looking behind me, I headed down the hall the stairs with him trailing behind me. I needed him out of my sight before the urge to wring his fucking neck became unbearable. I led him through the lobby and to the parking lot.
“Blake, can’t we come to an agreement?”
“No. You and I aren’t negotiating anything. Stay off of my property and away from Anthony.”
I walked back inside my club, leaving the asshole outside in the parking lot. After what he did and the guilt that he placed on Anthony’s shoulders, I saw to it that an opportunity to blur the lines of consent in any other club in this city would never present itself again.