I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a house all to myself. When I lived in the dorms at the university, I had three other roommates, so someone else was always bound to be there. But this morning, my parents had left early to catch their flight to Cabo, having dropped off Stephanie last night to stay with a friend. I had complete free rein of the house to do whatever I pleased.

A few years ago, I would have used this opportunity to throw the loudest and most outrageous party I possibly could. I’d managed to have a handful of truly wild parties at my parents’ house over the years, and they still didn’t have a clue.

But now, all I really wanted was a day to relax, especially after a difficult morning at work. My boss had assigned me to work with one of her pickiest – and wealthiest – clients, leaving me the responsibility of answering his daily long, rambling emails. The man had so many questions I often felt like I was repeating myself, but I was excited that my boss wanted me to personally engage with one of her most important customers.

The moment I finished work, I stripped out of my presentable clothes and put on an oversized t-shirt — no pants required. I ate snacks on the couch and played music as loudly as I wanted. I had skipped the gym for the past few days, and told myself this was my last day of being lazy so I needed to take full advantage. After this, I had to get back into my routine.

Although, my routine was going to be different now that I had four men ordering me around.

Every morning that week, I’d woken up to a text from Manson ordering me to edge myself. It was torture, lying there first thing in the morning with my vibrator between my legs, only allowed to bring myself to the very edge of orgasm before I had to stop.

I’d tried to avoid looking at the kink lists they’d sent me, purely because I knew it would work me up, and there would be nothing I could do about it. But that evening, I couldn’t resist. I settled on the couch, scrolling slowly through their lists with my bottom lip clenched between my teeth.

I wasn’t remotely surprised to see that orgasm control was a five out of five for Manson. I was already painfully well aware of how much he enjoyed that. All of them claimed an interest in consensual non-consent, with Lucas and Jason not only ranking it high as a giver, but as a receiver.