Page 7 of Room One Hundred and Thirteen

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. Your Doms were very insistent that you were fed before their driver took you home." Lillian pushes past me, and I notice she's holding a tray with a plate of pastries and fruit with two bottles of water.

"But they're not my Doms. It was only one night." I follow her as she sets the tray down on the table.

"When we first met, I knew you were new to all this, so let me give you some advice. It's never just one night with a Dom or, in your case, Doms. It's in their blood to protect those they care for." I open my mouth to argue, only to have her hold her hand up to stop me. "I didn't say they love you. Only that they care for you and what you shared last night. This might be how they wrap up their time with you, or it might mean more." She nods to a piece of paper sitting on the table. "There's only one way to find out."

I stare at the masculine handwriting, wondering which of my Doms wrote it, and decide whether I should read it now or wait until I get home. Lillian reminds me I only have thirty minutes before I need to vacate the room, and she leaves me alone, closing the door behind her with a click that echoes through the silence.

Unable to wait any longer, I pick up the note that startsDear Kittenand smile as I read Sir's letter.

Dear Kitten,

We had an amazing time with you last night. If you ever want to repeat it, I've programmed our names and numbers on yourphone and your phone numbers on our phones. Thank you for trusting us to fulfill your every desire.

Sir

I gasp at his forwardness, but inside, I'm jumping for joy, knowing I can contact them whenever I want. I set the note down and pick up my phone, needing to verify what Sir said was true; flipping through my contacts, I find Alpha, Master, and Sir's phone numbers staring back at me.

It's finally Monday morning,and I can honestly say I have never wished for the workweek to start so soon.

After I ate a couple of the pastries, I had some fruit and drank both bottles of water. Next, I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. I hated washing their scent off my body, but I couldn't very well leave it there all weekend. So it was best to leave it behind at Club Sin.

I spent the rest of the weekend curled under a blanket, watching Hallmark movies with my finger hovering over their phonenumbers like a love-sick fool. As much as I wanted to call them, I knew I couldn't. What happened Friday night was me exploring my kink side. And while I enjoyed it, I'm not the type of girl who runs around hooking up with random strangers in a sex club or anywhere else for that matter.

I'm still deep in thought when I glance up from my laptop to see Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson strolling by my desk on their way to what has now become their Monday morning meeting with my boss, Carla, in the all-glass conference room. I feel my cheeks heat up as their gazes bore into mine. Shame washes over me, and I lower my eyes to the floor.

It wasn't right for me to imagine their faces as Master, Sir, and Alpha skillfully filled all my holes at Club Sin Friday night as I silently wished the three of them were filling me instead. But obviously, Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson would have approached me by now if they were interested in me. I know we have a no-dating rule, but they strike me as the type that would take what they want, and the rules be damned.

I peek in their direction to find them sitting at the conference table with a disgruntled Carla leaving the room in a huff as the door almost literally hits her in the ass on the way out, causing me to giggle. My cell phone buzzes as Carla stomps by my desk on the way to the elevator. They must have sent her on another wild goose chase. She's been complaining about all the ridiculous tasks they delegate to her specifically.

I pick up my phone and see the name "Sir" with the words,We've missed you—give us a little something to remember you by,staring back at me. I bite my lip and look around the area. There's no one else around but Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson,who all seem to be involved in a conversation in the conference room.

With my mind made up, I grab my phone, intent on going to the ladies' room and taking a picture of my soaked pussy to send to Sir because when my Doms give a command, I need to follow it or risk getting punished.

I know I'm playing a dangerous game with my heart, but is it so wrong to explore with the three guys who obviously want me instead of daydreaming about the three who don't?

Chapter 7

"Do you think Carlawill ever figure out all the bogus tasks we assign her?" Wilder laughs as he pulls out his phone, sending off a text, but my eyes are glued to Violet, sitting at her desk with her eyes down.

Friday night unleashed a beast in me that's getting harder and harder to ignore, especially when the object of my desire is only separated from me by a few feet and a wall of glass. I pull my gaze away from Violet long enough to answer Wilder, "Oh, she knows precisely the bullshit jobs we're assigning her. She's just that determined to show us how committed she is to her job." My eyes slide back to Violet, who is now looking at her phone. "What about her?" I don't even have to say Violet's name since she's been on all of our minds all weekend. I hated leaving her alone on Saturday morning, but we couldn't risk having her wake up before we did and finding out who we really were.

"Don't worry about Kitten. I've got a little something planned for her." Wilder sets his cell phone on the glass table.

Does every fucking thing in this room have to be made of glass? What I wouldn't give to discipline Violet at work, knowing her ass is on fire as she sits at her desk acting like a good employee.

"Where is she going?" Jameson's concern matches mine, and I sit up straighter as my eyes follow her until she's out of sight.

"Sit back, gentlemen, and enjoy the show." Wilder places his hands behind his head and kicks his feet up on the desk with a smug smile.

"I'm not in the mood for your games, Wilder." I shove his feet off the table, itching for a fight, when all three of our cell phones vibrate with an incoming message.

"You guys can thank me later," Wilder says, picking up his phone and opening the message with a smirk.

"Holy shit." Jameson curses, his eyes glued to the message on his phone.

I grab my phone off the table to see what all the fuss is about and open my message, which isn't a message at all. It's a picture sent as a group text of a naked, glistening pussy I'd recognize anywhere.

"What the fuck, Wilder? How did she get our phone numbers?" I can't stop staring at the feast laid out before me on my phone as the memory of how sweet she tastes fills my head.

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