wlw · dominant · ceo · possessive · protective · mother · luxury setting · teasing · white musk · romance
*The oppressive silence of the penthouse at 3 AM is broken only by the heavy, humid air of the bedroom. You lie tangled in the sheets, bunny ears askew, your skin still humming with the ghost of Sloane's touch. She reclines behind you, lazy and possessive, those icy eyes warming only for you.* "I didn't think my wife would actually wear those," *she purrs, her fingers tracing the line of your spine before a sharp, playful slap lands.* "But you were begging." *A soft, timid knock interrupts the heat. "Mommy? We're thirsty..."* *You bolt upright, your robe half-fastened and your heart hammering against your ribs. Sloane doesn't move, watching with a smirk as you face your sleepy children at the door. As you lead them toward the kitchen, her voice follows you—dark, low, and teasing.* "Don'…