Page 20 of Come to Bed

I threw my phone down onto the ground dramatically and walked to the pillows.

Come to Bed stared back at me in bold red print on the manila folder.

One more glance to the adjoining door and I jerked the folder up and walked to my bathroom, locking the door. Neither Maddox nor Oliver knew what personal space was.

Thankfully there was no indication of the massacre that Yara put the toilet through earlier, and I was able to breathe without the smell of vomit souring the space. Now it just smelled of bleach.

Feeling secure, I leaned against the sink counter and opened the folder. A pen and room key fell out and I scooped them from the ground.

The room key matched the one I had for my current room. The number was different, but it was on the same floor.

I sucked in a deep breath.

The top page was the NDA. I scanned it before signing.

Placing the NDA on the counter, I turned to the next page.

I pushed the air out aggressively. I was really doing this. No turning back now.

I scrunched up my brow. Should I have asked to see the man first? Maybe. But I trusted Yara, and I needed this. I required something to get Sebastian out of my mind. To stomp down my growing lust for both Oliver and Maddox. Maybe this was exactly what I needed. I flipped the page.

My face turned progressively redder as I scanned through the list. I input most of it onto my profile over a year ago, but some I had added more recently. We were forced to write in our own words what it was that we wanted and didn’t want. I was sure there was more I needed to add to the denied list, but my stream of missionary partners hadn’t done much to allow me to dive into the kink community.

I had always been interested in it and I always felt something was missing. My excitement grew as I realized I was finally going to live out a fantasy.

I scribbled down my go-to safeword. Butterscotch. I circled one singular request above. It was something I had always wanted to try, but never felt comfortable enough to ask my previous partners.

Sleep play. Or as the internet had so helpfully informed me: dormaphilia.

Sleep play was giving consent to something otherwise non-consensual. I wanted someone else in control because I allowed them to be, not because they chose to be. It felt like taking back the script. The thought of it made me feel powerful.

I wanted the man to use me exactly how he wanted, but only because I allowed it. I desired to be pushed to my limits with the ability to stop it. I needed to be forced out of my comfort zone with a safe partner.

My stomach fluttered uncomfortably with moths desperately trying to escape, but I ignored it.

I was ready.

Chapter sixteen

Izzy

It was time. I took a picture of my signed NDA and my finalized form, uploading it to my profile and sending a copy to Yara, too.

I folded the form to bring with me and left the rest in the folder hidden underneath my mattress. I dressed in my favorite Mumu and feigned illness to Oliver and Maddox.

“Just leave me be!” I yelled at them both standing guard at our adjoining room’s door. I knew they were both worried from earlier, but we could get into that later.

I already had enough anxiety about this without their mother hen energy mucking up the place.

“You sure you don’t need anything?” Oliver’s tone was saturated with worry, and I immediately felt guilty for lying to him. To them both. But they would never let me do this.

“I’ll be fine, just let me rest please.”

They both offered up uneasy smiles before exiting my room and closing the door behind them.

I sent out a blank text to Yara. It was her signal.

A few minutes later, I heard them exiting their room. I wasn’t sure how she convinced the overprotective men away from me, but I didn’t waste any more time.

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