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“Absolutely,” Norman said. “You three are troublemakers, but I love you.”
Courtney sat up and started undoing his restraints, leaning over to kiss him.
“We love you, too,” she said.
Bettie and I undid the restraints on his ankles and he pulled us all into a hug, laying kisses upon our heads as he chuckled.
“My sweet girls,” he whispered. “What a lucky man I am to have you.”
We cuddled into his chest and sighed contentedly, my heart still racing from my orgasm. My mind was a mess of thoughts about what had happened prior to this beautiful engagement, trying to convince myself that it was a one-time offense that would never happen again. As long as I had my sisters to keep me in check, I felt confident that we would never fall apart. After all, we’re family.
We need to stick together.
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The bond of our family had strengthened. I had resolved myself to forgetting all about that wretched night when I had cheated on my master, only telling one of my sisters about my infidelity. She was sworn to secrecy and I knew I could trust her, yet I still felt guilty after that day. We spent many days in sexual splendor, each taking turns to have power over each other which was more liberating than I had ever thought. Still, my affection for Stanley lingered in the back of my mind. Due to work and other responsibilities, we hadn’t been to The Dungeon in many months. We were going back to have a little fun and to show off our new kinks that we had discovered. Power exchange was the hot button of that evening and I found myself reeling with pleasure while whipping my sisters. But a stranger lurked in the corner, a masked man whose eyes I could never forget. The sea of green.
~ The End ~
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Mistress To Wife (Book 1)
Chapter 1
I saw the cold iron rod swoosh towards my behind and even though I knew it was cold because I was told to go fetch it, the sensation of it hitting me was too painful to bare. The swoosh sound turned into a painful reality and it went through my body in one electric shock, the pain manifesting through me until I had to scream.
“I have to punish you. You deserved it.” – My father was speaking, almost apologetically. I didn’t say anything. I knew I deserved it. It’s been two times this week that I’ve let my mother do all the housework by herself while I was sitting down the river, completely oblivious of what the time was.
The Scottish Highlands were a highly ungrateful place to grow up in. To me, it seemed that the stubbornness of the Highlanders was the only thing keeping us here: the land was almost barren and it was rare for the animals to live over one year.
The Clan where we belonged to, the McKenzie, were one of the biggest and most powerful around. We of course, didn’t get to experience their fortune or glory as we were the mere peasants that were allowed to stay on their land for a fee. My family along with a lot of other families were taking care of the crops on the McKenzie land and we paid monthly taxes for it. What we got in return was a small portion of the crops to feed ourselves and protection from other Clans. The thing was, there was no difference between belonging to on
e clan or the other: the job of the peasant remained the same.
I started realizing the politics around us last year, once I turned 17. I was the only child of my parents and with that, I had an innate duty towards them, a simple but honest desire to protect my mother and help my father and it was more than disappointing to realize that there really was nothing I could do.
The times we lived in, crucified between hunger, the Christian fate and the old gods, were too confusing and for people that were of no rank, it simply meant we had no choice.
As my father was raising the iron rod to hit me again, I heard the swoosh sound breaking the air around us and I closed my eyes, awaiting. I heard the sound of the rod drop on the cold stone floor, tinkering as it went down. I opened my eyes, my heart racing and stuck in my throat, grasping for air as I was clenching my palms in front of me.
“You’ve had enough.” – Father whispered as he left the house.
Mother ran to me and as she hugged me I could feel her wet face on my dress. She was crying.
“Amelia don’t make your father do this again!” – She was saying, completely heartbroken.
I wasn’t crying anymore. I hugged mother while whispering: “Everything will be all right mother.”
Besides his duty as the head of the household, Father was a kind man at heart. He was a dutiful man, scared of God and the final punishment , the type of man that did everything right and lived a quiet life. Some of the people ridiculed him for not being straight up highlander but I knew better: father simply loved his family.
Chapter 2
