Ava

So, here I am, sitting across from my three insanely hot bosses in a private conference room, trying not to hyperventilate. The air is thick with tension and the heady scent of expensive cologne, making my head spin and my panties dampen. Or maybe that's just the effect these men have on me. Who knows?

Alex, looking like a damn snack in his navy blue Brioni suit, slides a sleek black folder across the table to me. His dark hair is perfectly coiffed, and his chiseled jawline could cut glass. "What's this?" I ask, my voice coming out all breathy and nervous. Damn it, Ava, get your shit together!

He leans forward, his blue eyes smoldering like a goddamn inferno. "It's a contract, sweetheart. Outlining the terms of our… arrangement." The way he says "arrangement" makes my toes curl and my nipples tighten. Fuck, I'm in trouble.

With trembling fingers, I open the folder and start reading. And let me tell you, this shit is thorough. We're talking safe words, hard limits, communication, aftercare - the whole kinky nine yards. My heart races as I try to process it all, the implications of what I'm about to agree to.

As I flip through the pages, trying to focus on the words and not the way Ethan's gaze is burning through my clothes, he clears his throat. Ethan, with his sandy blond hair and piercing green eyes, is the epitome of a golden boy. But there's a darkness lurking beneath the surface, a hint of danger that makes my blood sing.

"We want you to feel safe and comfortable, love. This contract is all about protecting you and making sure everyone's needs and boundaries are respected," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, feeling a sudden rush of emotion. These guys, as dominant and alpha as they are, actually give a damn about me. It's unexpectedly sweet.

Liam, bless his heart, reaches across the table and covers my hand with his. His touch is warm and reassuring, but also exciting, sending shivers down my spine. He's the most restrained of the three, with warm brown eyes and a rare smile that makes my heart melt. But I know better than to underestimate him. Beneath that gentle exterior lies a man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it.

"Take your time, baby. Read it carefully, and if there's anything you don't understand or aren't down with, we can talk it through," he says, his thumb stroking the back of my hand.

So, I spend the next hour going over every detail of the contract, asking questions and expressing my concerns like the badass I am. And they're patient as saints, explaining each point with care and making sure I'm fully on board.

By the time we're done, I feel like a fucking queen. Knowing we've got all these rules in place makes me feel empowered, like I'm taking control of my desires and my pleasure.

"So," Alex says, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and a hint of mischief. "You ready to sign on the dotted line, baby girl?"

I raise my gaze at his words, my eyes meeting his, and taking a deep breath, my heart in a fucking riot in my chest. This is it. The moment of truth. Am I really about to sign my body and soul over to these men?

But then I look at them, like really look at them. And all I see is warmth, desire, and genuine care. They want me, not just as a plaything, but as a person. They see me, the real me, and they accept me, flaws and all.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice shaking with a cocktail of nerves and excitement. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's do this thing."

With a hand that's only slightly trembling, I scrawl my signature at the bottom of the contract, sealing my fate and diving headfirst into this wild, kinky adventure.

The men add their own signatures, and Ethan flashes me a grin that's pure sin. "Welcome to the dark side, baby. You're ours now."

A delicious shiver dances down my spine at his words, and I feel my inner walls clench with need. Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into?

Liam stands, holding out his hand to me. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go celebrate."

I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs are wobbly, my entire body thrumming with a heady mix of nerves and anticipation. I can't believe this is happening, that I'm actually doing this.

Alex and Ethan stand too, flanking me on either side. I feel surrounded, enveloped by their presence, their heat. It's intoxicating and overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Let's take this somewhere more private, shall we?" Alex suggests, his hand falling to the small of my back, guiding me towards the door.

Private. Oh god. The word echoes in my head as I let them lead me out of the conference room and down the hall. I'm acutely aware of every touch, every brush of their bodies against mine. It's electric, and I'm already addicted to the feeling.

We step into the elevator, and as the doors slide shut, I find myself pressed against the wall, Alex's body caging me in. He's so close, his breath ghosting over my lips, his eyes dark with promise.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, baby girl," he murmurs, his hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you're going to love every fucking second of it."

I whimper, actually fucking whimper, as his words wash over me. I'm so turned on I can barely think straight, my body yearning for his touch, for all of their touches.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open, breaking the spell. Alex steps back, a smug smirk on his sinful lips, and Ethan takes my hand, leading me out into the hallway.

We stop in front of a door, and Liam produces a key card, swiping it through the lock. The light turns green, and he pushes the door open, gesturing for me to enter.

I step inside, my heart hammering in my chest as I take in the room. It's a suite, spacious and luxurious. Oh fuck.

"We thought we'd start your training here," Ethan says, his voice low and rough with desire. "In private, where we can take our time with you."

Training. The word sends a thrill through me, and I turn to face them, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm ready," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

And I am. Ready for whatever they have in store for me. Ready to submit, to give myself over to them completely.

Alex steps forward, his hand cupping my cheek, tilting my face up to his. "Safe word?" he asks, his eyes searching mine.

"Red," I breathe, the word we'd agreed on, the word that will stop everything if I need it to.

He nods, satisfied, and then his lips are on mine, claiming me in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. I melt into him, into the kiss, surrendering to the sensation, to the want that's been building inside me for so fucking long.

Ethan's hands are on me then, skimming over my sides, my hips, as Liam's lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. I'm surrounded, consumed, lost in a sea of sensation as they take me apart with their hands and mouths.