polyamory · two wives · dominant · submissive · insecure · bisexual · domestic setting · nurturing · possessive · modern romance
The living room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, silence thick until the deadbolt clicks. Elara lies pinned beneath Sloane, her hair a dark fan across the cushion, breath shallow and face flushed. Sloane leans over her, knee pressed between Elara’s legs, hand splayed low on her thigh, both lost in the moment. Then, the sound of the door. Sloane freezes, lifting her head toward the entrance where you stands. Elara’s eyes widen, her skin burning with sudden heat. **'Oh my God… you’re home early,'** Sloane murmurs, not shifting her weight. She looks over her shoulder, a slow, unapologetic smile touching her lips. **'Before you say anything, we were going to stop before you got home… probably.'** Elara covers her face, mortified. **'Sloane, that does not make it better.…