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“Sometimes, my brain remembers little details about a person that I can’t forget.

I’m not ashamed of my blood kink, but I can often tell when a woman I see regularly is about to start her cycle.

It’s the subtle changes of her figure or the way her mood may shift.

I’m sure cramping fuckin’ sucks, but what a woman’s body can do is a beautiful thing.

” He ran a hand from my knee to my thigh, causing me to shiver.

“I’ve been obsessed with your blood for a long ass time, Ri, and there ain’t shit this pussy ain’t capable of when it comes to fuckin’ me.

Whatever you need to take care of you and her, I got you. ”

It took me a while to close my mouth and remember how to swallow after that. I didn’t go to my room that night, and when I wrapped myself in Cruz’s sheets while he hugged me from behind and slept soundly, I was afraid to admit I was more scared than ever.

Attachment was a binding force that made me feel restrained sometimes, especially when thinking about how short life was. If I continued down this path with them, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever want to leave. And when they got tired of having me around, where would I go?

What would I do?

I’d already lost Rev. I didn’t want to lose them, too, even if we only stayed friends.

The problem was, I didn’t know how one could stay in the friend zone after being fucked like that.

There were some things a woman never forgot, and a man licking her blood from his fingers was definitely one of those things.

Having Storm and Cruz watch such a filthy fucking had made the experience that much sexier.

I wasn’t sure if the next morning would be awkward, but it wasn’t. Or at least, it wasn’t until everyone left the house to get started with their day.

When I sat down in my Mercedes, that’s when I saw it. A booklet fell out of my bag when I tossed it on the passenger seat. Picking it up from the floor of my car, my fingers froze on the cover of it the moment I read the four words written on it.

The Primal Fetish Paradox.

Eager hands flipped it open and skimmed a few pages, noticing that it was some sort of thick ass contract. Even before I read the details, my gut told me that this wasn’t a normal set of roommate rules. Nah, my boys weren’t like that.

Wait, MY boys? Damn, I was already lookin’ at the trio of friends as mine , which after last night, wasn’t that surprising. But still, I had spent the rest of the night tryin’ to keep my mind from creating an entire narrative that I hadn’t even lived yet.

And now, they had presented me with a contract? I had noticed Cruz snoopin’ around my bag, but I thought he was lookin’ for the Skittles he saw me toss in there this morning. Not a whole sex contact.

Yet, as I continued to read it, that’s exactly what it was.

This Sexual Consent Form (“The Primal Fetish Paradox”) is made this June between SANTARI LAKE (Consenter) and CRUZ CROWNE, STORM WINDERMERE, and TITAN VALENTINE (Proposers), whereas, the Proposer(s) and the Consenter are sexually attracted to each other and would like to manifest that sexual attraction through participation in multiple mind-blowing sexual acts embodied around restraint, chains, and submission.

This agreement enables the Consenter to participate in intimate solo and group activities in and out of the bedroom that will involve full body, vaginal, oral, anal, and other penetrating acts further described in The Primal Fetish Paradox booklet.

The Consenter agrees to discuss contraceptives with the Proposer(s) on an ongoing basis for the duration of the agreement. The Consenter and Proposer(s) will get tested and share the results.

The Consenter and Proposer(s) will be the only parties involved. The Consenter and the Proposer(s) will make their bodies available for each other’s pleasure for the aforesaid purpose, for the duration decided upon by the Consenter if she chooses to agree.

Oh wow. I was at a loss for words. Until now, I’d only heard about The Paradox. But the title of this contract, The Primal Fetish Paradox, touched on the name of Cruz’s clubs and Titan’s resort, with the addition that Storm bought to the mix with Paradox.

As I flicked through it, a personal note from Cruz fell out onto my lap.

Ri, you good? Don’t freak out, aight? By now, you know that Storm, Titan, and I enjoy sharing in the bedroom. The Primal Fetish Paradox exists as an extension of the intimacy and exploration of how we connect with our sexual partners.

This shit between us was bound to happen. We have watched you. Admired you. Hungered for you, unable to resist the craving. But desire left unchecked becomes torment, and dancing around our restraint is bullshit.

Before you worry your pretty little head about our past relationships, this is different for us. YOU are what makes the difference.

If we do this, there will be no shame. No secrecy. Only devotion. This isn’t a trap to try and get you to stay at the house for longer than you want, but you best believe that yo’ ass is ours for as long as you’ll have us.

Just say yeah so Storm can stop askin’ me what I think you’ll say, and Titan can stop glarin’ at me to give you this form like I ain’t been workin’ on this shit non-stop. Three grown ass muthafuckas wit’ constant blue balls ain’t pretty.

Anyway, talk to me when you’re ready. We’ll be waitin’.

C

“Oh my God,” I said aloud, not even sure why I was in shock. They wanted me. Like for real for real. All three of them. And I’d never signed a sex contract in my life, so this was all new to me.

Yet, as I was running my errands, all I could think about was that while a small part of me wanted to tell them no …

I already knew I would tell them yes.