Alone: Book 4 in The Everett Gaming Series

by Drew Sera

  Anthony busied himself at the toaster in efforts to keep the attention off him. I didn’t argue with him though because I knew sooner or later, Matt would look at him. I engaged in conversation with Matt and Gina while I sat at the table.

  Anthony’s back was facing me while I kept my eye on him and began eating. I took my eyes off him for a few minutes and over Matt’s voice I heard him cough a few times. When I looked up, I saw that his head was leaning on the upper cabinets and his hands were balled up in fists and on the counter. Matt was paying attention now.

  Anthony pushed himself away from the counter and headed towards the table. I was worried about him but teased him lightly. I was trying to gauge how bad he was feeling.

  “You going to be able to make it to the table, Anth?” I teased.

  He nodded and continued over. He didn’t bother joking back with me or spouting out a snide comment. He really wasn’t well. He made it to the table and sat in the nearest chair at the head of the table between Matt and I.

  “Anth, please man. Let me take you to my office and look you over,” Matt said to him. Anthony just shook his head slowly, came clean and said his stomach was bothering him and that there wasn’t anything Matt could do for a nervous stomach. I added that he was running a fever.

  He ate a piece of toast and leaned back in the chair holding his stomach. Eventually he went to rest on the couch. I knew Matt was going to stay for a while and would help keep an eye on him. After Anthony went to the great room, Matt turned to face me while Gina began clearing the table.

  “I need a favor, Col.”

  “Matt, anything.”

  “It’s Gina.” When Matt said her name, my heartbeat picked up and I swallowed. Shit, what was going on. I glanced over at her but she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. “She’s got a lot of guilt going on…over Sydney. She’s afraid you and Anthony blame her. I of course told her there couldn’t be anything further from the truth. But it’s still rolling in her head. Can I use your playroom? She needs a nice cathartic flogging and I can’t do it at home because my parents are there.”

  “What, you don’t want to have that conversation with them too while they’re here?” I joked. Matt and I both burst out with laughter. I nodded and told him he could use the playroom all he wanted but first, I needed to douse a worry.

  “Gina, can you come here please?” I called over to her. Matt gave me a smile and mouthed “thank you” to me.

  If my head had been in a better place I would have seen this guilt thing coming. I pushed the chair out that was next to me and when she sat, I turned my chair to face her. I reached out and took her hand and she looked up at me. Her eyes were sad and her face held anguish.

  “Sweetheart, don’t cry…” I reached out to catch her tears as the flood began.

  “I’m so sorry, Colin.”

  With shaky fingers she tried wiping her eyes but wasn’t having much of an impact. I tugged her closer and she wrapped her arms around me, balling her eyes out. As she spoke, I noticed how rough her voice and breathing were becoming and glanced at Matt. Matt was already on it and stood behind her with his hand on her back.

  “Sweetheart, calm down. Gina, there wasn’t a thing you could have done about Paul.”

  “But maybe he would have taken me, too. Then I could have been with her and you and Anthony wouldn’t be taking the brunt of all the videos and…”

  I had to cut her off. This kind of a conversation was going to make Matt ill.

  “We are not going to talk about how better off you think Anthony and I would be if you were with Sydney. We’d all be twice as bad as we are now. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you had been taken, too. Paul is angry with me, not Matt.”

  “But, maybe I could have helped her so she wouldn’t be so scared. She hates the dark. Matt said he’s keeping her in the dark.”

  I was fighting off my own tears now. I took a deep breath and looked into Gina’s sad eyes.

  “Sweetheart, Sydney is without a doubt the strongest person I know.” I firmly believed that. For everything she’s been through, I’m not sure of a stronger soul…except maybe Anthony. Those two have incredible souls and emotional stamina.

  I held onto Gina in a hug for a few more minutes. I think I needed it as much as she did. At least now I knew she heard how I felt and could try to move forward without the guilt.

  Matt headed to the playroom with her, and I went to the great room and turned on some sports news for white noise. Anthony was asleep, face down on the chaise with his head turned towards the back of the couch.

  42

  Sunday, January 19th

  Matt

  Colin’s playroom was every Dom’s wet dream when it came to play at home. He had nice, handmade furniture and the best implements money could buy. As much as he loved this room, I know it wasn’t getting much use. I know the guys have played with Sydney lightly in here, but I believe that is the extent of it.

  “Undress, pet,” I instructed as I went to Colin’s wall of implements looking for what Gina needed.

  I ran over my options and decided on a really nice deer skin flogger. I hadn’t removed it from the wall but turned to face my pet as she knelt on the floor waiting. I didn’t want her up on the cross just yet though. I eyed my options carefully and smiled at the leather crop.

  I motioned for Gina to follow me to the spanking bench and my hand made a slapping noise as I slapped the leather that dressed the bench. I got Gina situated so that her pussy was right at the edge of the bench. I strapped down her legs and then arms before bending down and licking her moist slit before collecting the crop.

  “Safe word is red, pet.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I removed my shirt before letting the crop kiss her skin. I alternated with striking her ass, backs of her thighs, the outside of her thighs and her pussy. She was enjoying it, and I’ll admit that I got a little lost in the pleasure of hearing her moan, yelp, screech and beg for more. Her pussy was nice and red, and fuck, was her clit ever swollen.

  I removed the restraints and guided her to the cross. Instead of binding her to the cross with cuffs, I elected for the rope. Once she was ready, I began flogging her. Knowing that she needed this release badly, I wasted little time and made sure the strikes were of the intensity she needed. She quickly climbed to the height I knew she needed to be at. I pulled my cock out and entered her soaked pussy in one thrust. I gave her some deep, quick thrusts until she peaked and then I let her topple over. Her moans filled the playroom, and I was brought out of my trance as she came. Her pussy clenched my cock and sent me over the edge.

  I pulled out and placed light kisses on each of her shoulder blades and admired the red “X” her skin was now sporting.

  “I love you, pet.”

  As I expected, tears began to flow. This was the release my little pet needed. I quickly untied her and carried her to the couch. I wrapped Gina up in a blanket and held her on my lap.

  “Shh, relax pet. You’re going to be fine. I won’t let go.”

  I held her for close to an hour in the playroom and knew I needed to get her cleaned up so she could take a nap. She was dozing in and out and needed to rest. I pulled my pants up and carried her in her blanket out to the great room. When Colin saw me I think he worried something was wrong and walked towards me.

  “I want to give her a bath,”

  “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll bring in some fresh towels.”

  I had just set Gina down in the tub that was rapidly filling with bubbles when Colin came in with towels and a bottle of water.

  “Let me know if you need anything.”

  I took my time tending to Gina and cleaned her sweet body. After the bath I rubbed lotion on her and dressed her in the clothes she wore over here this morning. I knew Anthony was napping on the couch so I knew Gina could, too. I sat down first and let her head rest on my lap while I stroked her back.

  Things were calm and quiet until some light noises came from
Anthony. I couldn’t tell if he was in pain or having a bad dream. Colin got up from his chair and gently shook Anthony’s shoulder until he woke up. He looked disoriented and then panicked.

  “Did something happen? Did you get a text or video?”

  “No, you were making some noise. Do you feel okay?” Colin cautiously asked Anthony.

  Anthony let his head fall back to rest on the cushion again and now he turned to lay on his side. At least he wasn’t face down anymore.

  “Anth,”

  “I’m fine, Colin.” He glanced at me holding Gina while she slept. “Is she okay, Matt?”

  I nodded at him and quietly told him that Gina was really tired and hadn’t been sleeping well. Which I think is the truth for all of us.

  43

  Sunday, January 19th

  Paul

  Tammie is now just in the way. Seeing the glimmer of hope leave Everett’s whore’s eyes only to be replaced by total fear was priceless. I knew Sydney had noticed the noises especially last night and today I was going to show her what went bump in the night. While I had Sydney gagged and tied to the railing outside, I took care of Tammie and now I was ready to show Sydney.

  Holding Sydney tight in my arms as I opened the closet door felt amazing. She had her gag on still, and I wrapped my hand firmly around her throat. I wanted to feel her pulse. I flung the closet door open and held her tightly in my arms as she screamed through the gag. Tammie hung from a rope in the closet, her heavy, lifeless feet banging against the door and the back of the closet. Sydney screamed and fought against me until she grew tired and weak. I pinched her in my hold while she shook with fear.

  I was enjoying it until I started to feel her struggle for air. Her throat made swallowing motions one right after another without pause. She was congested and wasn’t getting enough air and it appeared that she was having a panic attack. I couldn’t afford for Sydney to die on me. No, not Sydney. The other one was expendable, but not Everett’s whore. I told her I’d take her gag off as long as she was quiet. She nodded frantically and gasped for air when I removed the gag just in time to get out of the way of her vomit.

  She stuttered when she asked me where Graves was. The fucking cunt actually asked me about fucking Graves. I wish to hell I had him here. I’d let her watch as I fucked him then beat him to death. Fucking Golden Boy. It always made me irate that so many unattached subs would line up and almost beg for a fucking chance to please him. There was always a long line of bottoms and subs that wanted an opportunity to take part in a threesome with him and Everett.

  I remember when Graves came to Irons and began the application process to become a member. He attended the necessary seminars, classes and interviews. He had the money, which disgusted me back then. He was a good sixteen or seventeen years younger than I was and somehow had the money to put up for membership. Back then, you needed at least one mentor in addition to funds. It was club rules that an existing Master or Mistress had to accept him. I had my eye on him. He looked moldable and like he might have a darker streak in him. Darker than the usual. I could have easily brought out the sadist in him or turned him into one, but fucking Blake took him. The man who never, ever solely took a new member to mentor them, grabbed Graves up like he was gold. Come to find out that all of the other Masters and Mistresses said they would have selected him, too. Fucking made me sick the way everyone acted like they’d do anything he asked. Blake never took advantage of him and watched over him like a hawk, which always took away my chance to work with him. I would have enjoyed training Graves. Bending him to my every whim. Every sadist needs a tough guy to knock around and bang the hell out of. Graves would have done the trick for me if fucking Blake had stayed the fuck out of it.

  And now this fucking bitch was curled up on the floor asking me where he was and if he was hurt. I had to breathe slowly to calm myself down because all I wanted to do was snap her fucking head off her neck.

  Sydney wore a blank expression on her face and was rocking herself back and forth in her vomit while staring at the woman hanging in the closet.

  I drug her back over to her chains and chained her back up then spread her nice and wide with a spreader bar. I grabbed a cell phone and recorded me fucking her ass nice and hard.

  “Why would you fucking ask me about Graves? Fucking useless prick that he is.” I roughly chained her to the floor close to the open closet door. I was going to leave her here with the body tonight. “Just remember, you’re a useless cunt and Everett doesn’t give a fuck about you. Neither does Graves. I was going to bring him in here but he said he didn’t want to be near you. You know why? You’re damaged trash. You can sit here and face that closet tonight. Decide if you want to end up like her.”

  She was a quivering mess and my words obviously hurt. I grabbed her head and whispered in her ear, “Sleep tight.”

  Phase two of my plan to fuck with Everett was coming, and Blake was coming along for the ride.

  44

  Sunday, January 19th

  Colin

  I was gathered in the kitchen with everyone else as we began putting food on our plates for dinner. Each time I sit down to eat, I worry about Sydney eating and I hope she isn’t hungry.

  Gina looked a little better than she has been and I knew the reason behind that was the session Matt had with her today. Not to say that the worry had left her face, but she didn’t seem to be as on edge.

  As I was pushing my food around on my plate, my cell phone next to my plate lit up and notified me of an incoming text. Seconds later, another cell phone went off, halting all conversations at the table. Blake had his phone in his hands and was frowning. I picked my phone up and saw the unknown number and text.

  702-555-3729: What happens if you lose him, too?

  I looked up at Blake ignoring everyone else’s questions of what was in my text. His gaze was on mine. At the same time we both looked at Anthony. A chill flooded through me and suddenly I became very paranoid. I dropped my phone on the table and quickly went to the entryway and locked the front door and armed the house alarm.

  I stretched my hands out on the entryway table and looked down as a million other things raced through my mind. Paul wasn’t going to stop until he took everything from me.

  “Col.”

  I quickly stood up and saw Matt standing there. He gave me a look that tried to encourage me not to worry about that text. How could I not? I shook my head at Matt and opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out.

  “Did Anthony see it?” I finally asked.

  “Yeah. Blake’s text was similar.”

  I narrowed my eyes and wondered how Blake’s differed. When we went back to the kitchen I held my hand out towards Blake hoping he’d set his phone in my hand so I could see the text he had received. I noticed his text was from a different number than the one I had received.

  702-555-9051: Better not lose sight of that boy of yours. He might fall into the wrong hands. By the way, FUCK YOU!

  Anthony didn’t seem to be too bothered by these texts, but they clearly upset Blake and I. And maybe that was the point to them.

  45

  Monday, January 20th

  Colin

  702-555-6233: Fuck you Everett

  I watched the video and felt sick instantly in the early hours of the morning. I didn’t think my heart could break anymore, but it did. The expression on her face was as if she weren’t even aware what Paul was doing to her. A few noises of pain escaped her mouth as Paul had his sick way with her. While Anthony and Blake watched the video, I went to the bathroom and threw up. How long will this go on?

  I was restless and unable to sleep, yet dead tired by sunrise. Anthony wasn’t eating again on his own but when we called him on it, he ate some. Blake tried keeping Anthony under watch and like clockwork he made sure Anthony was eating. Matt continued to press Anthony to let him check him over but Anthony always refused. I know I’ve heard him throwing up on occasion and his stomach is still bothering him. I’m wor
ried about him but can’t get through to him. Since the text last night from Paul regarding Anthony, I’ve made sure that the doors stay locked. Last night was awkward with Matt’s folks around. They don’t know about our involvement in the BDSM lifestyle, and if they had seen the text Blake received, it would have put more questions in their heads.

  I’m also worried about Gina and Matt. Gina feels responsible, and yesterday she uttered that she wished Paul took her too so she could help Sydney. I hope Matt has her talking to Chris again.

  My phone continued to be assaulted today with pictures and videos of Sydney and more shit about Anthony. At least I knew she was breathing and alive. Of course, I don’t really know when he took those pictures. It tore me up each time my phone chirped and I hated watching what it was doing to Anthony as well. Sydney’s expressions in the pictures and videos were deeply concerning. My concern really heightened when I noticed Matt began studying the pictures today and he watched the videos over and over on mute. We continued turning them over to the police, but things were coming up stagnate for the time being.

  While Anthony was sitting outside with Blake, I thought this was a good time to ask Matt what he was looking for in the pictures. He set the phone down and shook his head, clearly trying to avoid this conversation. He can’t eye them for hours and then pretend he’s not looking at anything.

  “Tell me, Matt. Please don’t keep stuff from me.”

  A few moments passed before he picked my phone up again. He looked up at me with a concerned expression and handed me the phone.