The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was cold. I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone. I untangled myself from the blankets and went to my dresser. I grabbed a Zip up hoodie from my draw and walked out to the kitchen. I quickly found a mug and my tea bag and set about making myself something warm.

"What are you doing?" A gravelly voice asked from behind me.

I jumped and turned. Joe was behind the counter, leaning on it. His hair wet and only a pair of basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. His broad chest and art on display. "I'm just making some tea. I woke up cold."

"Yeah Jon and Colby went to the gym, they are picking up your car on the way back." Joe moved to behind me as I quickly dunked my tea bag to get it to steep faster instead of having to wait three minutes. I threw the tea bag in the sink. I turned and found myself chest to chest, well chest to ribs, with Joe.

Joe grabbed my tea and placed it on the counter. He grabbed my hips and put me on the counter right in front of him. I kept my head down until Joe used his hand under my chin to see him. Joe's grey eyes met mine and then flicked down me. He eyes met mine again. He smiled in just a quick upturn of his lips before he dropped his head and kissed me. It started off soft with a chastised kiss then he swipped his tongue across my bottom lip for entrance.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and let him in. His hands spanned my waist and pulled me closer to him. He pulled his head back and let out a breath. "Drink your tea, I'll get you some ibuprophen and tuck you back into bed."

I grabbed my mug and took a big gulp of the warm liquid. I sat on the counter as I waited for Joe to return. I was lost in thoughts about my strange relationship with these men when I heard a throat clear. My eyes snapped up to see Joe in front of me. His hand was out with two little pills in it. I took them and swallowed them down with my last gulp of tea. Joe removed my mug from my hand and put his hands back around my waist. He pulled me to him and held me until I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me tight as he walked to my bedroom. He dropped me onto my bed and I started to move to get under the blankets when he grabbed my ankle. I looked at him as he grabbed the other and pulled me towards the end of the bed.

"You are all sweaty and your clothes are drentched, I'm going to dress you you in something else." Joe grabbed a shirt off of my dresser and put it on his shoulder. He grabbed my zipper and pulled it down to pull my hoodie off. He tossed it to the floor. His hands found the waistband of my sweat pants and pulled them off. He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, both articles joining the hoodie on the floor. The new shirt goes over my head and falls to my knees. "My shirt had never looked so good."

I looked at him from under my eyelashes. He moved around to the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. I scooted back until I was against the cool sheets. I rolled over into my ball to be warm once again. "On your back, Serafina." Joe's tone dropped a few octaves to go authoritative.

I shivered as I did what I was told. I took a deep breath with my eyes closed. I could be submissive in the bedroom. I'm used to it. I felt Joe's hand start at my ankle and move over my skin up to my knee then my thigh. "Look at me, Serafina."

My eye, snapped open and locked on Joe's. This is one man I dare not disobey, he was one man of three. His head was down even with his eyes on mine. The were a molten mercury as they looked at me. "Do you want this, Serfina? I want to take you to heaven, to make you fly high and then crash. The question is would you let me?"

I didn't answer him right away. I thought for a moment. Did I want him, God yes. Would I admit it to him, not without knowing something first. "Why?"

"Why what, baby girl?" The tone was slightly sarcastic as his fingers stroked my skin at the hem of the shirt, that had been pushed to my thigh. "Why do I want to give you a large amount of pleasure? The answer most men would give, because it feels good, is true. My answer though is two. The first one is because you need it. If I need sex I could simply go to Jon and Colby, but you need it much more than any of us do. The second one though, comes back to you being a submissive and me a master. If we do this it is because you deem me worthy of taking care of you. It would mean that you trust me. And that is what I, we, want most of all."

My hand slid to cover Joe's. "I'm a little scared." I admitted in a low voice.

"Why," he asked as he sat me up to sit behind me.

"I've never had a master when it didn't have to do with sex. I've never trusted someone that much." I leaned against him. His arm wrapped around my waist while his other one at the hem. I took a deep breath. "But now I have three."

I felt Joe let out a sigh. "Yes, Serafina, now you have three. But I need your answer to the first question I asked you, a verbal answer."

"Yes I want what you described." I answered him.