anything that upset you. We wanted all these items in the contract so you’d understand what we’re into. We need to find what works for you and what doesn’t, and to do that, we need you to try many different things.”
“We want you to have an open mind and to follow our instructions. You never know what you might enjoy,” Mathew said as he continued to stroke her hand, giving her support.
“I will admit I am interested. When I listen to you guys, it really turns me on. But I’m also a little frightened.”
“So are you going to sign, baby girl?” Peter asked.
Dylan noticed Peter had remained silent for most of the discussion and was happy to let them control the conversation. Although he also knew he was just as desperate as they were to get this deal done.
“I’m willing to sign for a six-month term.”
* * * *
Dylan was shocked. He’d followed through with this for Peter’s sake, never believing Mia would agree. Even after everything had been discussed, he still thought she would turn them down. But here she was, sitting in front of him in her prim little suit discussing anal sex and punishments. He nearly choked when she said she had researched the BDSM lifestyle and was interested in it. She didn’t yet know that they knew about her application to the Locks and Chains club. This was so much better than he ever could have imagined. Looking over Mia’s head at Mathew, he also shared his predatory smile. It felt good to have a co-conspirator. He and Mathew had now found a new dimension to their relationship.
“Okay, well, let’s go over the rest of the contract so we can finalize and get it signed today,” Dylan said, all business.
“So when would I start?” Mia asked.
“As soon as the contract is signed,” Mathew replied.
“Which means, honey, you would be coming home again with us tonight,” Peter said, looking lovingly at Mia, showing her she had a place in their world and wasn’t alone.
“Tonight you’ll begin your new life, naked and on your knees,” Dylan drawled.
* * * *
A wave of apprehension pulsed through Mia, which ignited a slow burn that began to heat her core. Yes, she was a little terrified, okay then, maybe a lot terrified, but she was also excited by the idea. She had known these men for years and trusted them more than anyone else she had ever known. She’d fantasized for years about walking into the boardroom and joining their sex-a-thons, although she’d thought they’d never want her there. She couldn’t believe her luck. They actually wanted her. Her life really had done a three-sixty, and all in the last twenty-four hours.
“I wonder how bisexual they are. Does that mean they like to have a pussy wrapped around their cock but nothing else? Or does it mean they like the whole package, boobs, lips, and all? Is oral sex with a woman repulsive to them?
Yes, there was the implication of prostituting herself for this deal. But really, it wasn’t like she’s was standing on some street corner. She justified it to herself by saying the bonus was for the cooking. It was going to be their secret arrangement. To be honest, she would have done it for free. In fact, that was why she had dipped a toe in with her application to join the Locks and Chains club. She was especially drawn to Dylan. That man’s voice alone was like verbal orgasm, which only left the slut angle for her to consider. Okay, so maybe I’m going to be a slut? Sleeping with three men, mostly all at once. And yes, it would fall into the gang bang category. God! That sounds harsh. Maybe that’s why they seem so excited about this whole deal. They love each other and want to stay together, but how would they convince a woman to accept the situation as it stood. Oh! My god! How many times a day will they expect me to have sex?
Even with the questions and the doubts, she wouldn’t chicken out of this. She needed a place to stay, and most of all she wanted to have the experience