Ava

It's been three days since I signed my body and soul over to my three delectable doms, and the anticipation is killing me. I've been walking around the office in a constant state of arousal, my panties perpetually damp and my skin buzzing with awareness every time one of them so much as looks my way. Especially after they pulled me into the executive suite and kissed me senseless before sending me back on my way.

But tonight, all that changes. Tonight, we're finally going to take this thing out for a test drive. And a sister's ready to rev up her engine.

I'm just putting the finishing touches on my makeup, going for a sultry, smoky-eyed look that screams "take me, I'm yours," when there's a knock on my door. My heart leaps, and I take a deep, steadying breath before strutting over to answer.

And holy fucking shit, the sight that greets me nearly brings me to my knees. All three of my men are standing there, looking like they just stepped out of fucking GQ. They're dressed casually, but the way their clothes hug their muscular bodies is anything but relaxed.

"Hi," I breathe, my voice coming out all husky and needy. Nice, Ava. Real smooth.

Alex steps forward, his blue eyes raking over me with an intensity that makes my blood heat. "Hi, beautiful," he croons, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. His fingers linger on my skin, sending sparks of electricity zinging through my veins.

Ethan grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready to have some fun?"

I nod eagerly, my body humming with anticipation. "I was born ready," I reply, hoping my bravado masks the nervous energy flowing through me.

Liam chuckles, the sound low and rich like warm honey. "Then let's not waste time."

They usher me out of my apartment and into a sleek black town-car that's waiting at the curb. The leather seats are butter-soft against my bare legs, and I can't help but squirm a little as I settle in. I'm wearing a short dress that leaves little to the imagination, and the cool air from the AC is doing delicious things to my sensitive skin.

As we drive through the city, the guys keep up a steady stream of conversation, trying to make me be at ease. But under the surface, I can feel the simmering tension, the unspoken desires that crackle between us like a live wire.

Finally, we pull up to a tall building. My heart pounding as we exit the car and make our way inside, the click of my heels echoing in the vast space.

* * *

My fingers tremble slightly as I grip the sleek silver pen. The contract before me feels like it's pulsating with its own heartbeat, each line a promise of untold pleasures and unexplored desires. With a shaky breath, I write my signature on the dotted line—Ava Soto, now officially a member of Club Sin. I have proof of a clean bill of health and contraception. I'm ready to go, and now anticipation fills my entire being.

"Welcome to the adventure of a lifetime, sweetheart," Alex says, his breath caressing my earlobe. His hand finds the small of my back, a solid heat that steadies me. I can't help but shiver under his touch, a mix of nerves and excitement sparking down my spine.

"Damn right," Ethan chimes in, his smile wicked enough to make a nun blush. "You're about to find out what fun really means, baby girl." His eyes sparkle with mischief, and I wonder if he can sense the whirlwind inside me. The curiosity mingled with a hint of apprehension.

"Trust us," Liam adds, the low timbre of his voice resonating deep inside me. He stands a little apart, always the enigmatic observer, but the intensity in his dark gaze is anything but detached. It feels like he sees right through me, to the core of all my hidden cravings. And I can't fucking wait to see his.

We step into the elevator together, and I hesitate for a moment, caught between my old life and this new, insane path. The doors close with a soft whisper, sealing our ascent to the high-rise club. Alex's hand never leaves my back, a silent reassurance that says he's got me, no matter what.

"Remember, Ava, you call the shots," Liam reminds me.

"Except when you beg us to take control," Ethan teases, waggling his eyebrows, and I can't help but laugh, the sound light and free. It's all so surreal—the contract, the club, these men who are both my bosses and… well, I'm still figuring out what else they are.

The elevator dings, announcing our arrival. I step out, flanked by three pillars of male confidence, their strides assured. Alex with his commanding aura, Ethan with his irrepressible charm, Liam with his silent strength—they're temptation in the flesh, and I'm right at the center of it all.

"Ready?" Alex asks, his eyes locking with mine, offering a glimpse of the world that awaits beyond the polished doors of Club Sin.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I reply, pushing past the last remnants of doubt. This is it, the moment I've been dreaming of and dreading in equal measure. But as I look at them, I realize I wouldn't want to dive into this new chapter with anyone else. Shit, am I… do I have feelings for my bosses? Fuck, I can't think about that right now.

"Then let's show you," Liam rumbles, circling an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to his strong, hard, warm body.

Oh… somebody's finally opening up.

We push through the doors of Club Sin, and it's like stepping into a living fantasy. Plush red carpets mute my steps as I drink in the opulence that drips from every corner. Glass walls shift and shimmer with a kaleidoscope of colors, offering teasing glimpses of private rooms where bodies move in rhythm. Seductive music pulses through the air like a heartbeat that quickens my own.

Liam is standing so close that his breath tickles the side of my face, sending a shiver down my spine. Alex's hand still brushing the small of my back, a subtle reminder that I'm not alone in this sea of temptation.

"I feel like a kid in a fucking candy shop," I murmur, my wide gaze transfixed by a ballroom where the word ‘orgy' doesn't do justice to the symphony of flesh before me.

"Only the sweetest treats for you, our Ava," Alex says, his voice low and seductive. It resonates through me like a call to the part that craves to be unwrapped and savored., fucking ravaged He takes my hand, guiding me with a possessive grip that promises he won't let me get lost in the crowd.

"Or maybe you're like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole?" Ethan suggests, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. His fingers graze my arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Except this Wonderland is full of much more… dirty adventures."

I can't help but laugh, feeling insanely excited.

"Trust us, Ava," Alex continues, pulling me into a secluded booth behind a door veiled by velvet curtains. "We'll make sure your first taste of Club Sin is unforgettable."

"Unforgettable," I repeat after him, my pulse racing.

Alex's grip on my hand is firm, unyielding, as he leads me away from the public spectacle of Club Sin and into the private room. The door clicks shut behind us, muffling the distant moans and music, cocooning us in this sanctuary.

The room is a dimly lit haven filled with plush couches and gleaming wood floors. The air is thick with the scent of leather and something else, something primal and raw that makes my body clench with need.

"Welcome to our playroom, sweetheart," Alex says, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "This is where we'll be exploring your fantasies, pushing your limits, and making you feel things you've never felt before."

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I… I don't know what to say."

Ethan steps closer, his hand skimming down my arm in a feather-light caress. "You don't have to say anything, baby. Just relax and let us take care of you."

Liam nods, his dark eyes glittering with promise. "We're going to start slow. I promise. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say the word and we will. No questions asked."

I nod, my heart swelling with gratitude. These men, as dominant and powerful as they are, truly care about my well-being. They want me to feel safe.

My skin prickles with goosebumps, my body trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. I don't know what the night has in store for me, but I do know one thing: I'm ready to surrender myself completely to these incredible men.

I bow my head in submission. The position feels natural, right in a way I can't even explain.

"Good girl," Alex praises, his fingers threading through my hair in a gentle caress. "You're doing so well, baby."

I smile under his praise, my body flushing with warmth and pride. I want to be good for them, want to please them in every way possible.

"Undress," his voice isn't loud, but it reverberates through the room—and through me. It's not a request; it's a command, wrapped in silk and edged with steel.

I hesitate for a split second, my mind a riot of nerves and excitement. Then I reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head with a fluid motion. My breath catches as I stand there, vulnerable in my lingerie, under the predatory gaze of my bosses. They can almost see everything under the flimsy scraps of lace. My full breasts, soft stomach, wide hips and generous ass. My thick thighs, the plumpness of my pussy… Their eyes are fucking ablaze, their cocks swelling in their pants. Fuck. This is real. They fucking want me!

Ethan and Liam circle me like sharks, their eyes roaming over my body with undisguised hunger. "Fuck, look at you," Ethan growls, his voice rough with desire. "On your knees for us like the perfect little sub. You've got no idea how hot you are right now, do you baby girl?"

I bite my lip, shaking my head shyly. The intensity of their gazes makes me feel bold and powerful, like a goddamn sex queen. Who knew submission could be so empowering?

Liam kneels down behind me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and making me shiver. "We're going to blindfold you now, sweetheart. Take away your sight so you can focus on your other senses. Color?"

"Green," I breathe without hesitation. I trust these men with every fiber of my being.

The blindfold slips over my eyes, plunging me into velvety darkness. My other senses come alive, the slightest touch or sound sending sparks of electricity dancing across my skin.

I feel their hands on me, exploring every curve and hollow with reverent touches. The contrast of rough, calloused palms and teasing, butterfly-soft caresses drives me wild. I'm putty in their hands, a moaning mess of need and horniness.

The cool air in the room is kissing my fevered skin. I feel exposed, vulnerable in the best possible way. These men could shatter me, break me apart with a touch, but instead they worship me like I'm something precious.

"Stunning," Alex murmurs as his fingers graze the lace edge of my bra. "Absolutely fucking exquisite."

Ethan hums in agreement, his hands skating down my sides to rest on the swell of my hips. "I could stare at you all day, baby. You're a goddamn vision."

Liam presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck, his teeth scraping deliciously against my shivering skin. "So sweet," he rumbles. "Can't wait to taste every inch of you."

Their words wash over me, filling me with a glow. I've never felt so desired, so cherished.

Then my blindfold is gently pulled off and Alex stares me straight in the eye as he rasps out, "kneel," breaking my trance. And I instantly obey, the carpet soft under my knees. I look up and he's fucking devouring me, his blue eyes glinting with dark promises.

"Good girl," he rumbles, and something warm unfurls inside me. Shit, I'm really doing this!