Ava

Being the executive assistant to three insanely hot, successful men is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, I get to bask in the glory of their presence every day, soaking up their brilliance like a sponge. But on the other hand, I'm constantly fighting the urge to jump their bones and beg them to have their wicked way with me.

It's a problem, especially since I'm supposed to be in a committed relationship. But lately, things in said relationship have been… well, let's just say they've been lacking in the excitement department.

It's not that Jim's a bad guy. He treats me well. But our sex life? It's about as spicy as a bowl of oatmeal. Missionary, lights off, no talking. Yawn.

And the thing is, I got needs. Desires. Fantasies that keep me up at night, tossing and turning with a throbbing ache between my legs. I'm talking about the kind of fantasies that involve being tied up, spanked, and shared by multiple partners like a naughty little plaything.

But how do you bring that up to your vanilla boyfriend? How do you tell him you want to be dominated, ravished, and worshiped like a powerful, dirty queen who owns her kinkiness?

Well, apparently, you do it after you're reached the end of your rope…

Jim and I are snuggled up on the couch, watching some boring-ass movie. I'm feeling a little bold and a whole lot horny. So, I turn to him and say, "Hey babe, can we talk about something?"

Jim looks at me, his brow furrowed in concern. "Sure, what's up?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to say. "I've been thinking… what would you say about trying some new things in the bedroom? You know, spicing things up a bit?"

Jim's eyes widen, and I can see the panic flashing across his face. "What kind of things?" he asks, his voice tight.

I lick my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. In for a penny… "Well, I was thinking maybe we could try some… you know, kinkier stuff. Like roleplay, or bondage, or even… inviting someone else…"

The silence that follows is deafening. I can practically hear the gears turning in Jim's head as he tries to process what I've just said.

And then he explodes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he shouts, jumping up from the couch like it's on fire. "You wanna do what? Tie me up? Bring another person into our bed? What the hell, Ava?"

I shrink back, my face burning with shame and embarrassment. "I just thought it might be fun to try something new," I mumble, my voice small and pathetic. "Didn't mean to upset you."

But Jim's not listening. He's pacing back and forth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I can't believe this," he mutters, more to himself than to me. "I thought I knew you, Ava. Thought we had a good thing going here. But I don't know you at all."

Tears sting my eyes, and I feel like I've been punched in the gut. "Jim, please," I beg, reaching for him. "Can't we just talk about this?"

But he jerks away from me like I'm radioactive. "There's nothing to talk about," he snaps, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door. "I'm done. We're fucking done, Ava."

And with that, he's gone, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls rattle.

I sit on the couch, stunned and heartbroken, as the reality of what just happened slowly sinks in. I've just been dumped. Dumped for being too kinky, too adventurous, too… well, too much.

I spend the rest of the weekend in a haze of misery and self-loathing, alternating between crying my eyes out and stuffing my face with ice cream. By the time Monday morning rolls around, I'm a puffy-eyed, bloated mess who's had to face the ex-boyfriend she moved across states for come take every single item he owns out of our shared apartment.

But I can't afford to wallow. I have a job to do, and I'll be damned if I let my personal life interfere with my career. Especially since that's all I have left here now. So, I drag myself out of bed, slap on some concealer, and head into the office, determined to put on a brave face and power through.

Except, it's not that easy. The moment I walk through the door, I can feel my bosses' eyes on me, their gazes sharp and assessing. They know something's wrong, but they're too polite to pry.

At least, until lunchtime rolls around and they corner me in the break room.

"Ava," Alex says, his deep voice laced with concern. "Is everything alright? You seem… off today."

I try to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. "I'm fine," I lie, my voice brittle. "Just a little tired, that's all."

But Liam's not buying it. He steps closer, his dark eyes searching mine. "Bullshit," he says bluntly. "Something's bothering you, and we want to know what it is."

I open my mouth to deny it, but then Ethan chimes in. "We're here for you, Ava," he says softly, his warm hand coming to rest on my shoulder. "Whatever it is, you can tell us."

And something about the warmth in his voice, the gentleness in his touch, makes me crack. Before I know it, the whole sordid story is spilling out of me in a rush of tears and hiccuping breaths.

I tell them about my disastrous conversation with Jim, and the way he reacted with disgust and horror. I tell them about the breakup, about how he stormed out of my life without a backward glance.

And through it all, they listen. They don't judge or condemn me. They just listen, their expressions understanding and laced with something that looks suspiciously like… hunger?

When I finally run out of words, I'm trembling, my face wet with tears. I brace myself for the inevitable awkwardness that will follow.

But instead, Alex reaches out and brushes a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "Oh, Ava," he murmurs, his deep voice low and soothing. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Jim's a fool for not appreciating the amazing, sensual woman you are."

I blink up at him, my heart skipping a beat. "You… you don't think I'm a freak?" I whisper, my voice hoarse.

Ethan barks out a laugh, the sound warm and rich. "Are you kidding? We think you're fucking incredible."

Liam nods, his dark eyes smoldering. "And if Jim can't see that? Can't appreciate the gift of your submission, your desire to please? Then he doesn't fucking deserve you."

I feel a warm glow ignite in my chest, a flicker of hope and excitement. "You really mean that?" I breathe, hardly daring to believe it.

Alex smiles, his hand sliding down to cup the back of my neck. "Every word, sweetheart." He exchanges a quick look with his partners before adding, "in fact, we might have a proposition for you. Something we've been thinking about for a while now." His blue eyes languorously travel the length of my body, taking his time, lingering on my chest…

I tilt my head, my brow furrowing. "A… proposition?"

Liam grins, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. "We want to help you explore your fantasies, Ava. Want to dominate you, pleasure you, make you scream with ecstasy." The low rumble of his voice is like a caress all over my body.

What…? I thought… I thought I was the one who was having inappropriate thoughts about my bosses. I thought all they saw me as was their dedicated employee. Well, I noticed some quick glances on parts of my anatomy that HR would definitely frown upon, but I never let myself think too much about it.

Ethan leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "We want to fucking ruin you for any other man," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Claim you."

I shudder, my eyes fluttering closed as a rush of heat and wetness floods my pussy. Holy fuck. Is this really happening?

"But… but what about work?" I manage to choke out, my brain short-circuiting. "Isn't this crossing a line? A messy one."

Alex shakes his head, his grip on my neck tightening. "Not if we keep it out of the office," he says firmly. "Not if it's something we all want, something we all consent to."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure they can hear it. This is crazy. This is wrong. This is… every fucking thing I've ever wanted.

And as I stand there, surrounded by the three most beautiful men I've ever laid eyes on, I feel something inside me snap. Something wild, reckless, and… free.

"Okay," I whisper, my voice shaking with a heady mix of fear and excitement. "Okay, I'm in. Take me, ruin me, make me yours."

And as they grin at me, their eyes dark with promise and hunger, I know my life is about to change in ways I never could have imagined.