by Sera, Drew
When she looked up and saw Anthony and I approaching, she stood and began smoothing out her sweater while brushing off imaginary crumbs from her jeans. I was willing to bet that was a nervous habit. Through my Ray Bans she couldn't see the determination in my eyes and how I was searching her eyes for something. Anything to tell me that she was okay and that the worst that I was imagining, wasn’t real.
“Sit, please.” I made a hand gesture towards the bench she had occupied alone. Using the word “please” was to show her that she didn’t need to be afraid. Anthony sat on the other side of her, which probably freaked her out. Her eyes started to look between the two of us and then downward as she sat down.
No one spoke for a few moments. I was trying to take a mental note of her mannerisms and pay attention to any sign of fear or nervousness. Under no circumstances did I want her to feel intimidated by Anthony and I. I was 6 foot 3 inches tall and weighed about 215 pounds while Anthony was about an inch shorter than I was but weighed about 225. We were tall, bigger guys and she was so fragile looking to me. She might be 120 pounds soaking wet and was close to 5 foot 5 inches. My eyes glanced down to her flash of movement as she pulled her sleeves down over both hands. I closed my eyes thinking of that mark or scar but knew that she couldn’t see my eyes through my sunglasses. My eyes opened at the sound of her voice.
“Mr. Everett and Mr. Graves, I’m very sorry about my screw up this morning with the copy request from Karl. I thought I had read the request correctly and didn’t realize he had wanted the documents copied on both sides of the paper. It was my fault and I am sorry that my error disrupted you before your conference this morning. I hope I didn’t make you late and that everything went well.”
I stared at her for a moment and was trying to break down everything she just threw at me. She called Anthony and I by name formally. While this could just be her showing respect in the workplace, I’d like to think of it as a naturally submissive behavior. She apologized for a mistake and openly accepted responsibility for. Again, submissive. She was concerned about what impact her mistake had on the meeting and me. She sat with her head downward and didn’t bring it up until I spoke. Submissive.
“Miss Burke, Sydney.” I paused waiting for a reaction but didn’t get one. “Look at me, Sydney.”
I held my breath as I waited to see how she’d respond. I had taken a chance and phrased it as a demand rather than a request. I slowly exhaled when I saw her raise her head and look at me.
“I don’t want you to worry about it, Sydney. Mistakes happen and that’s how we learn and grow.”
I kept my eyes on her and it was as if a light bulb had gone off. Her pupils dilated and I felt as though I was seeing her for the first time. She slowly nodded, agreeing with what I said to her like it totally made sense. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Anthony smiling. He knew what I was thinking. While this was great and I was a step closer to confirming she was submissive, there was still the awkward wrist situation. I got the impression she was trying to skim over that. She started to stand and thanked me for my understanding. I held my hand out in a stopping motion, halting her and causing her to sit back down.
She knew what was coming and I saw her look down and away again. She was scared about something and it concerned me. My gut was right. She wouldn’t act this way if her life were as happy and perfect as she lets on. Her body grew tense and rigid and she kept her eyes glued to her shoes. I had to tread careful now as this next part could either make or break us.
Us? Wait a second. There wasn’t an us. Not yet, at least.
“Look at me, Sydney.”
I waited and waited. She finally took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly. I could see her pull her bottom lip in as it trembled as I took my sunglasses off. I wanted her to be able to look into my eyes and know I was sincere and serious about what I was about to say. Her eyes started to falter and she started to look back down. I moved my head and found her eyes, letting her know that she wasn’t going to get away with not making eye contact with me. She brought her eyes back up and met mine with those navy blues.
“Sydney, I want you to know that you can always come to me with anything. I know you work for Openin, but you’re a part of my company too. I take very good care of my employees. They’re like family to me and you’re part of that extension. I have an open door policy to all of my employees. Anything they need or want to discuss, they know they aren’t to hesitate and can come to me at any time. I had to make sure you knew that applies to you as well.”
She swallowed hard and nodded slowly. I put my hand on top of her balled up fists that were hiding in her sleeves. She froze and looked up at me.
“Anything, Sydney. I’ve got two ears and I don’t judge. I’ll do anything I can to help you out.”
She nodded again and exhaled a sigh of relief that I didn’t bring up the wrist. As we all stood, her magazine slipped off the bench. In unison, we all looked down at it. Holy fuck. I bent down to pick up her copy of “Kink Magazine.” I saw that title and everything moved in slow motion for me.
Oh holy fuck, she really was submissive! I began visualizing her kneeling at my feet silently, waiting for instructions. I started to get hard. What the hell was wrong with me? Anthony cleared his throat and it brought me out of my haze. I held the magazine and gave her a smile that I hope she understood was my way of saying it’s okay. She looked embarrassed and her cheeks were a gorgeous shade of red. Briefly I had images of the rest of her skin turning that nice shade under my care. Just then I had an idea.
“Sydney, I’m going to share with you something I’d like you to keep between us. Can you keep a secret?” I asked as I pulled my wallet out to retrieve my business card. Not my Everett Gaming card but my Club Irons card.
Of course I knew that I could trust Sydney with this private part of my life. This girl was a walking secret. I had no fear in handing my card over to her and Anthony didn’t put up a protest either. He knew what I was doing and he reached into his wallet for his card.
“Yes, absolutely, sir.”
Instantly I felt an ache in my balls. Sir. She called me “sir.” I hadn’t expected that and felt that things might be looking up from our whirlwind morning. I handed her my card that read:
Colin G. Everett
Club Irons Master & Dom/sub Trainer
13 Cinder Point Ridge
Las Vegas, NV 89052
Mobile: 702-555-6410
[email protected]
My card had all my contact info on it and I stood watching as she read it with wide eyes. She had amazing eyes. Eyes that were a deep blue that appeared to mask something dark. I took Anthony’s outstretched card that read:
Anthony D. Graves
Club Irons Master
Urban Heights Towers
50th Floor #5
Las Vegas, NV 89158
Mobile: 702-555-6004
[email protected]
I put his card in her hand and watched her eyebrows rise until they disappeared under her bangs. I now tried a slightly different approach with her. One that I never thought I’d ever be taking with her. That was a Dominant talking to a submissive.
“Eyes.”
This time without hesitation, Sydney flicked her eyes to mine as she clutched the two cards. She stood there waiting to hear what I was going to say.
“Day or night, weekend or a work day, you call those numbers if you need anything and I do mean anything, Sydney. If you can’t reach me, you’ve got Anthony’s info. Where’s your phone?”
She bared one of her tiny hands and produced her many generations old iPhone. I took it and handed it to Anthony. He instantly began programing our contact info into her phone. I also hoped that he would glance at a call log and see if there were any male names that might appear on the log.
“If we’re at work and you need anything, you know where our offices are at. I expect you to not be scared to come to us. Understood?”
“Yes, sir…Mr. Everett and
Mr. Graves. Thank you.” She smiled. I pulled the bag of M&M’s from my suit jacket and handed them to her. My chest squeezed again as I watched the happiness spread across her face as she accepted the candy. It was a genuine smile. She thanked us again, gathered her stuff and headed back inside.
Anthony and I stood in the courtyard and we watched her disappear inside. I looked over at Anthony who was staring back at me with a huge smile on his face. He slapped his hand down on my back and laughed. I couldn't help but smile. Fragile kitten was submissive.
“Well, that went well. You didn’t find shit out about her wrist, but you did discover she’s not only submissive but also is aware of what she is and is into. Thank fuck we saw that magazine. Now, lets go golf.”
We each drove our cars over to my neighborhood. As I drove, I thought about my day and Sydney. Despite the positive deal we were in the process of finalizing with Cheng Hotels, Sydney occupied most of my thoughts today. I still had the image of her fucked up wrist in my head though and I couldn’t get that out.
After I changed my clothes, I headed over to the clubhouse to meet Anthony and Matt. Matt already was sitting at our usual table on the patio and had munchie mix and our drinks all ready for us. He set his phone down when he saw me approach. I sat down, grabbed my beer and took a long pull from the bottle.
“So, how did the hotel meeting go?” Matt began nibbling on the munchie mix.
“Excellent. We just need to draft up the final details and I’ll send it to him next week to sign and it’ll be finalized.”
“That’s great, congrats! I know you and Anthony have been working on this thing for over a year. That’s got to feel good.”
Anthony finally showed up and sat down in front of the glass of water with a lemon floating in it. His golf outfits were always loud compared to Matt’s and mine. He had bright blue shorts on and a lime shirt. I just shook my head and smiled.
Matt and I ordered another beer and Anthony ordered a Coke. Anthony rarely ever drank alcohol. I’ve seen him drink a tiny amount during business meetings where he, Mitch and I took out potential clients. But aside from that, he never touched alcohol. His mom and step-father were alcoholics and he hated the thought of consuming the same stuff they did. Though Anthony never really talks about it, he’s mentioned that he paid the price for their addictions. I try to not press him on the issue because he seems to go to a dark place when they’re brought up. Matt and I are pretty sure that Anthony had a rough childhood. To what extent though, I really don’t know. Anthony’s past is the only thing that Matt and I don’t know about him. Everything else between the three of us is an open book. Anthony’s life prior to us meeting him fifteen years ago is a very closed book.
We headed out in the golf cart onto the course to play the back nine today. It didn’t matter if we played the front nine or back nine; Matt was great at the entire course. You’d think with the course basically being in my back yard that I’d be good too.
Anthony and I told Matt about our interesting day with Sydney. We had talked to Matt many times before about Sydney from work. So while he was happy to hear about the discovery of her being submissive and into kink, he was visibly disturbed by the possibility of her being hurt.
“For fuck’s sake, Col. We don’t even know if that was an old scar or a new one. It could even be a birth mark, huh, Matt?” Anthony teed off and the ball veered to the right causing him to swear.
“True regarding the birth mark being a possibility. But you said it was around the whole wrist, right? Describe it again, Col.” Matt stood back and looked over at me waiting for another description. If I had to describe that thing one more time today, I might throw up. It was already burned into my mind.
To say that Matt was a protective Dom didn’t scrape the surface. He gave classes multiple times a month at Irons to promote safety awareness and the know how for first aid. Ignorance drove him crazy. It was during an emergency at Irons that he met his wife/sub, Gina. Some other Dom’s ignorance turned out to be his gain.
Chapter 4
Friday, October 4th
Matt
Listening to Colin and Anthony describe the wound or scar on the fragile kitten’s wrist wasn’t pleasant. It seemed to be on both of their minds even though Colin was the one to see it during their exchange. Anthony was a little calmer about it and tried getting Colin to consider the fact that it may not be a new wound.
I’m glad Colin is concerned and keeping an eye out. But I think if they found out she had been hurt that their reactions would be different. Colin would be able to keep it together and take care of her and the situation. Anthony would go ballistic. He didn’t put up with shit. Well, neither of them took any shit but anything non-consensual really had an impact on Anthony.
Years ago, Anthony was volunteering as a dungeon monitor and he saw a Dom slap a sub across the face. The sub had a hard limit for slapping, which Anthony knew from her play card. He always went out of his way to memorize the sub’s play cards on file when he was a monitor. He knew what to be on the lookout for and took it very seriously. After the girl said her safe word, the Dom failed to react and Anthony walked right into their scene and grabbed the guy off of her. Anthony is very observant and Blake is grateful to have Anthony around Irons.
Blake is also protective of Anthony. When Anthony first entered the lifestyle he got involved in the mentoring program at Irons. The interesting side to that story is that Blake took Anthony under his wing to mentor him. Blake would always oversee the mentoring program but never solely took on a new Dom, until Anthony. He’s never done it since, either.
Even with Gina, Anthony and Colin were very protective of her. I knew without a shadow of doubt that if anything ever happened to her and I wasn’t around that Anthony and Colin would watch out for her. Once Gina got out of the hospital, Anthony had asked her if the guy she had been scening with had ever hurt her prior to that scene. Thankfully that guy was just ignorant and wasn’t abusive. But Anthony can’t handle it when a sub is being taken advantage of or if it looks like there is anything non-consensual going on. None of us tolerated non-consensual play but it was personal to Anthony. I think he was knocked around as a kid and he won’t tolerate it happening to someone else if he can help it.
I do hope that Anthony is right regarding Sydney and that it’s an old scar because I know that these two would come close to killing anyone who’d hurt their kitten. The two of them have talked about this girl for months now and they’ve finally found out she’s into kink. Saying that they are excited about it is an understatement, but I think Colin is more obvious about it. He loves training subs and I have no doubt that he’d love to get his hands on this girl to train. She sounds like a nervous little wreck and from what Colin has said in the past, she appears to have little self-esteem. A little sub like that would do well with Colin.
Colin and Anthony were both at Irons the night Gina fell into my life. I had just finished giving a safety class and was headed towards the bar with the guys. That was back when Blake allowed “guest night,” which has since been abolished. Gina was a guest and had been to the club on guest nights at least a few times a month. She had just come out of a relationship with a sadist and was rediscovering herself. I hadn’t reached the bar yet and no sooner did some asshole come yelling about needing an ambulance. In his arms he had Gina.
I had seen her in the club previously but she and I had never scened together. She often hung out with the darker Doms that were either sadistic or into edge play. This guy had been doing breath play with her when it went terribly wrong and she passed out. I picked up a pulse and continued to watch over her until the paramedics arrived. I rode to the hospital with her but didn’t allow the idiot she had been playing with in the ambulance. I stayed with Gina at the hospital and the more we talked, the more I realized we had a lot in common. She is about ten years younger than me but neither of us mind or view it as anything other than a number. I fondly remember her getting mouthy with me in the beginn
ing but I actually kind of liked it. It gave me a reason to spank her ass. Gina and I have a solid D/s relationship and I thank God for her everyday.
I keep waiting for the right one to pop up for Colin and Anthony. Colin says he enjoys training subs and working with couples and that it would be too much to ask a sub to endure him being away teaching and assisting others. I understand that and don’t fault him. I can’t imagine leaving Gina alone while I went out to work with another couple. It wouldn’t be right and Colin is man enough to know what he wants. Jury is still out on Anthony though. To my knowledge, he hasn’t had a woman in his place. He has a different sub or bottom to play with whenever he’s at the club, but he never leaves with one. He rarely plays with the same one twice. And most of the time, he’s taking up the role of the third with Colin and another woman. I recognize that Anthony doesn’t like attachment.
I think it’s fine and I respect their decisions and I’d go to the end of the world to support them. But I find it very interesting that the two of them call Sydney their fragile kitten.
Even with their preference for threesomes and co-topping I don’t know if the two of them could venture into something like that with this girl. She obviously means something to both of them and they both are interested in her. But threesomes get very messy when real feelings are involved.
I hope I get to meet the submissive that has these two tough guys wrapped around her fingers. One on each hand.
Chapter 5
