Adopted as an infant, Rowena Erikson has a nearly perfect life with wonderful, loving parents and her sexy, dominant husband, Octavius, who adores her.
She’s always wondered about her biological family, but never thought she’d actually meet them – until an extraordinary series of events reveals she has not just one, but two identical sisters.
She is a triplet!
However, her newfound family is nothing like she imagined. Each sister is struggling with her own heartache, and as Rowena has learned the hard way, perfect is just an illusion.
Publisher’s Note: This story contains elements of power exchange.
“You’re so fucking cute when you pout.”
She smiled as she caught her lip in her teeth. She stepped closer and plastered herself to him, her breasts pushing against his chest. “I like it better when you call me fu—”
His hand moved to rest on her ass. She wasn’t going to get away with swearing, and she would much rather have fun than be punished.
“Cute is nice, but I like it when you call me sexy. Your voice gets all growly.” Her hip bumped the erect member hiding behind his zipper. “Your voice only gets like that when you’re already hard.”
Another growl sounded through the room when she backed away from him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
While inching her way out of the room, she smiled innocently. “Nowhere, Sir.”
“Then, where are you going?”
“Quit moving.” He stalked toward her.
The smirk adorning his face had her nearly melting. She loved when her husband got playful; it always had her panties dampening. “If you want that to happen,” she stopped her retreat, “then you’re going to have to catch me.”
With a squeal, she took off running. Once in the kitchen, she put the table between her and the man stalking her.
“There’s nowhere for you to go, girl. It would be better for you to give up now.”
She inched left; he followed, forcing her to move back. They circled the table three times before she spoke again. “If I give up now, will you go easy on me, Sir?”
“I don’t know. Running from your Dom is a pretty bad offence.”
Feigning innocence, she nibbled on her lip.
“It’s always better to turn yourself in sooner rather than later.”
“You’re right, I’ll turn myself in now.” She turned, let her chin fall to her chest, and held out her wrist like someone would do while being handcuffed.
Unmoving, she watched him round the table. When he was nearly to her, she dropped to her knees and scurried under the table. As expected, she didn’t make it far before a hand wrapped around her left ankle.
“Naughty. Little. Subbie.” With laughter, he started pulling her out, reeling her in like one would a fish.
As soon as she was clear of the table, he scooped her off the floor and draped her over it. “Sir?”
“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to let you get away with this, did you?” His fingers found the clasp of her jeans, easily flipping them open a second before he pulled her zipper down. She ground into his fingers as the zipper finished its descent. “And horny, to boot.” O’s tongue clicked against the back of his teeth with mock disapproval.
As he shimmied her jeans down, he left them to rest around her knees before he traced his finger along her high cut panties. “I like these.”
As she looked over her shoulder, she smiled. “Because my ass hangs out of them?”
A hard smack landed on her butt before he bent over her and snarled, “Language.”
His voice was void of all the previous playfulness; he really didn’t like it when she swore. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, where was I? Oh, yeah.”
Her mouth fell open when his finger ran over her lace covered pussy, the little bit of pleasure enough to kick up her level of arousal another notch.
“You shouldn’t have run from me.” His hand landed on her nates, his swats lacking any of the heat of a real punishment.
“I wasn’t running; I was playing.”
She smiled when his attack on her butt stopped and the sound of him pulling down his zipper filled the room. His tongue ran along the shell of her ear. “My playful little wife is going to learn what happens when she runs from me.”
The rustling of his pants falling to the floor met her ears a second before the head of his cock bumped her soaked entrance. “Mmm, I’ll have to run more often.”
He plunged into her depths. Once. Twice. Three times, before pausing with his member buried deep. “You’re counting your chickens before they hatch, sunshine.”
The cold dribble hitting her ass had her clenching—lube. A whine slipped from her lips. “Where did you get that?”
“If you only knew what I had hidden around the house.” Still buried to the hilt, one hand holding her hip, he used the fingers of his other hand to work the lube into her ass, stretching the dark pucker as he pushed his finger past the ring of muscle. “When little subbies are naughty in this house, they get their asses fucked.”