Page 52 of Silk Sheets

“That simply states the role each of us plays, the rules we have, and our interests.”

I tried my luck. “Are they set in stone?”

“Yes. They’re non-negotiable.”

I chewed my bottom lip, confused on whether or not I liked that.

“Cool,” I breathed, gathering both contracts. I dropped my laptop on my lap, opening Google. “Thank you, but I need to go. I’ll see you later,” I rushed through my words before ending the call.

I stared at the search bar, hearing Chase’s words repeat in my head. An unsettling feeling stirred in my stomach as I started typing.We’ll start with the overall view of BDSM. That won’t be too bad.

* * *

“I can’t. I can’t do it!” I exclaimed, shoving the paperwork into Chase’s chest as he opened the front door.

I walked into their living room, dropping my bag on the couch. “I’ll basically be a slave to three men. I can’t,” I frantically blurted out, catching Logan and Kaden’s attention.

They were both seated on the couch in front of me, except Kaden was typing away on his laptop.

“That was an option. If you didn’t tick yes, you won’t be our slave,” Chase calmly stated, entering behind me as I paced up and down. I snapped my head toward him in shock. “That was a joke. We aren’t looking for a slave.”

“But, of course, I’ll still be a slave to you,” I nodded, meeting their gazes. “I took your advice. I went on Google,” I said to Chase, and his jaw tightened.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Same thing. But you’re supposed to tell mewhatto wear,howto talk,whento fucking talk,whatto eat,whatto drink—do I look like someone who’s fucking impaired to you?” I asked, resting both of my hands on my hips.

“Language,” Kaden warned and I bit my tongue.

“Don’t even get me started on the positions,” I hugged my stomach, nausea stirring in my core. “The stretching—bruises, Chase. There were so many fucking bruises,” I shuddered.

“Breathe,” his heavy gaze pinned me to my spot, and I swallowed hard. “Wardrobe training ensures that you’re appropriately dressed in public. And as you have just displayed, you have a very foul mouth, Dakota,” Chase used his littleformaltone that made my knees involuntarily weak.

I crossed my arms over my chest, listening intently as he walked towards me.

“We control your diet to ensure you’re staying healthy and as for drinking, we expect you to drink a lot of water,” he stopped in front of me. “Alcohol will only be allowed on special occasions.”

“And why can’t I do those things on my own?”

“Because we’re responsible for you.”

I took a step back, scanning his appearance before taking in Logan and Kaden’s as well.

“Do you even know anything about women’s fashion?” I asked, looking between the three of them.

“That is your only concern?” Logan asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“You heard the appropriate part, right?” Logan questioned. “As long as you’re dressed appropriately we won’t have you change clothes.”

“Fine,” I nodded in agreement, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“And as for the images you saw,” Chase drew my attention back to him. “BDSM can get extreme. But I can assure you, Dakota, we won’t do anything you aren’t consenting to.”

Those words extinguished the uncontrollable fire burning inside of me, and I nodded with a sharp exhale.

“Good. That’s… good,” I swallowed the nervousness down my throat. “You promise?” I looked up at Chase.