Sadistic Master Bundle (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance)

by Dalia Daudelin

  I try to say something, but my voice just cracks. I hand the phone off to Mila, without a doubt the strongest of us three.

  “I can't believe she's gone,” I whisper.

  Ella is already sobbing, her face in her hands. “I didn't even get to say goodbye!” She wails. The sunny day just became a cruel joke, and I just want to go inside. I want to hide away, go home to my boyfriend and just lay in bed with him for the rest of the week.

  “Okay, thanks. Have the lawyer call me.” Mila wipes away a single tear as she hangs up the phone. Her bottom lip quivers, but with a look up to the sky she composes herself. “Grandma left us something. We'll be getting a call from the lawyer tomorrow. I'm going to head home, and I suggest you girls do the same. Meet me at my house around noon tomorrow.”

  She stands up, not offering to hug us. She just places a hand on my head, and then her other on Ella's head, before walking slowly to her car.

  “I'm going to go home, too.”

  I chew at my lip, worrying about Ella as she stands up. I stand up, too, hugging her tight. I watch as she walks away, keeping my eye on her until she turns the corner. She's devastated, but at least she lives close enough to not have to drive.

  Being a triplet is weird. I hear it isn't like other siblings. When one of us is in pain, we all sort of instinctively know. So when we're all in pain, the misery is amplified. This was very true when Mom and Dad died. We were miserable for months longer than we should have been, because we fed off of each other.

  Now that we don't live together anymore, though, it's easier. We'll probably be able to move past this pretty soon.

  “I'm home,” I call out, wiping away big tears from my eyes. Noah comes out from the bedroom, his hair wet from a shower.

  “Hey, babe. I just got back from a run, and I need to spend an hour or two finishing up this code, but-” He stops, and looks at me. His fierce blue eyes tear through my attempt to hide my sadness, and in seconds I'm on the floor crying with his arms wrapped around me.

  “Baby, what's wrong? What happened?”

  “Grandma Jeanne died! She died and we didn't even know she had cancer! We can't even afford to go to her funeral, Noah, it just isn't fair!”

  Noah says nothing, only holding me tight. After a while, my sobbing dies down, and then I can stand up again. I take deep breaths, standing near the window and looking out at the playground near the apartment. Children are laughing and running around the swing set, playing tag. I wish I was a kid again. I wish I could go back to before all of this loss and pain.

  “You'll get through this, Lila. You're strong. If there's anything I can do, just tell me and I will do it.”

  I met Noah when I started college. Unlike Ella and Mila, I'm actually seeing my education through. That's not to say that Ella and Mila are failures. Ella was destined to be a housewife, and Mila bust through the glass ceiling at the advertising firm she interned at. They're both successful at what they love doing.

  Meanwhile, I have no clue what I want. This year I switched my major for the second time since I started. Now I'm focusing on psychology, but it's so boring.

  Noah has supported me through it all, though. He works a pretty nice job, it brings in enough money to pay for our needs. Just not a lot of our wants. When I get out of school, my debt will be crushing. If we get married, he'll be crushed by it too.

  I'm so scared about the future.

  It doesn't help that I've been baby crazy for the last year. Every time I ovulate, I go nuts. I usually keep it hidden, but a few times I begged Noah to impregnate me. He's never said no, only that it wasn't the right time.

  We both want a big family, just not with almost a hundred thousand dollars of debt hanging over us like a Sword of Damocles.

  Mila's house isn't big, but it's taken care of. She pays gardeners to keep her roses healthy, and spends her weekends outside tending her vegetable garden. She lost 15 pounds in the last year just from gardening and eating her own produce. She's lucky. I can barely keep my basil plant alive.

  “Hey, Lila, come on in,” Mila says. I can hear Ella's sniffles in the living room as soon as I pass through the threshold.

  “She's still miserable, huh?” I ask, my heart aching. I miss my grandma, too, but Ella and Grandma Jeanne were more like sisters.

  Mila nods, throwing her red hair behind her shoulder. “She probably will be for a while. Anyway, the lawyer is going to call any second.” As she says this, her phone buzzes in her pocket. “Speak of the devil. Hello?” She puts the phone to her ear and stalks into the living room. “Hang on, let me put you on speaker phone.”

  “Hello, ladies. Your grandmother told me so many stories about you. She loved you so much.” The lawyer is a woman, probably old herself. I can imagine Grandma chatting with this woman over tea, telling her about the time I scraped my knee because I was too scared to ride my bike safely.

  Ella sniffles. Big, sad tears run down her face and into her pouting lips. She looks like she didn't get a wink of sleep. Even though she's the eldest of us triplets, she's always been the big baby. We try to protect her, but life has a way of throwing punches where we least expect it.

  “Well, I hear only Mila will be able to make it to the funeral. That's fine, and you'll each be sent rose bushes fertilized by her ashes, as she outlined in her will. She also had one other thing for you. Your grandmother had six million dollars, saved up and gave me instructions to split this evenly between you three.”

  I gasp. Ella sobs and pulls her knees up to her chest. Mila just listens.

  “Six million dollars?” I ask.

  “Yes. But, there is a catch.”

  With two million dollars, I could pay off all of my loans and move into a house with Noah. We could be free to do what we want, to figure our lives out. Of course that money won't last forever, but it will last long enough to get us on our feet.

  “You must give birth to a child before you can be given your share of the money. There's no time limit, though. You could wait until you're forty years old if you don't care about the money. If you hit menopause without having given birth to a child, your share of the money will be given to your grandmother's church.”

  “What!” I yell, standing up. “You have to be kidding.”

  “This is ridiculous. Are you sure this is what Grandma wanted?” Mila asks.

  “It is.”

  We both look at Ella, who stares miserably out the window.

  Mila leans forward, her eyes slits as she regards our sister. “Did you know about this, Ella?”

  Ella nods, wrapping her arms tight around her body. “Grandma told me about it when Eric and I were worrying about money. It was right after we got married. Grandma said if we made it on our own, then once she's gone we'll have it much easier. I just need to get pregnant.”

  I raise my arms in irritation. “Awesome. Why didn't you tell us?”

  “Because she asked me not to. She didn't want you guys to rush into anything, and I'm sure she still doesn't. Like the lawyer said, there's no time limit. Take this at your own pace. Eric and I have already been trying to conceive for a year.”

  “But you're not pregnant yet?”

  “No, we're having some issues. Specifically, he's having some issues that we're working on. I'm perfectly fertile, and I'm sure you guys are, too. So when you're ready, you can fulfill Grandma's wish for us all to start our families.” Her voice is horse, and her eyes stay fixed out of the window. She's quiet for a few minutes before the lawyer clears her throat.

  “So, if you all understand, you can call me after you give birth. I can transfer the money whenever you need it once you have a child. I'm sorry, again, for your loss.”

  When the woman hangs up, the three of us sit in Mila's living room. Usually we're quick to talk things through, but this is a new issue. I want to have kids... but is now the time? I don't know what I want to do otherwise.

  What will Noah think?

  Mila stands up, grabbing her phone as she does s
o. “Well, I have to pack and get ready to fly out for the funeral. I love you guys. Drive safe.”

  She leaves the room, which feels a few degrees colder. Why is she being so cold about this? She should be comforting Ella, at least.

  I reach out and take Ella's hand. Her lip quivers again, but she holds back the tears that threaten to fall down her face. “Hey, we're not mad at you. For keeping it a secret, I mean. And I'm sure you and Eric will figure out your fertility issues.”

  “Yeah,” she replies, nodding with her eyes closed. The tears finally slip down her face. “I hope so.”

  I just hold her hand for a while. I hold her hand like I used to when we were little girls and she was scared of thunder storms. She lets go first, gathering all of her bravery just to stand up. “I guess I'm going to head home now.”

  “I love you, Ella.”

  She looks back at me and smiles a mirthless smile, her eyes miserable. “I love you, too, Lila. I'll text you when I get home.”

  I don't know how I'm going to tell Noah about this, or even if I should. He knows I went to Mila's house to talk to the lawyer some more, but could I lie to him about this?

  No, I shouldn't do that. You don't lie to the people you love without a damn good reason.

  What would I even say? Hey, baby, we could be millionaires if you knock me up? No. Maybe just a simple, You should impregnate me.

  I roll my eyes and head into Noah's office, bending over him to hug him from behind.

  “Hey, babe. I spent today mostly playing video games, so if you need help around the house or anything I can help out.”

  “Nah, the house is fine. Hey, I have something to talk to you about.” I kiss the top of his head, breathing in the smell of his shampoo before sitting down in the chair next to him.

  “Okay, shoot.” He smiles and leans forward. God, this man is so sexy. I can't believe I managed to snag such an awesome boyfriend.

  Taking a deep breath, I look out the window. “Well, we found out about the inheritance that Grandma left behind.” I pause, trying to find the best words to use to explain this to him.

  He, of course, picks up on my anxiety. “Oh, was it bad? A collection of porcelain dogs or something?”

  I shoot him a strange look, then laugh. Hard. “Yeah, and we have to display them in our window!”

  “Oh no! What will the neighbors think? We'll be that tacky family that everyone hates. I'm not sure I can do this!”

  I smack his arm and then lean back. “No, it's actually great. She left behind two million dollars for each of us.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “But there's a catch.”

  “It's the porcelain dogs, isn't it?” He giggles, then takes my hand.

  “No, you ass. We have to, um, start our family.”

  Cocking his head, he watches my face. “What, like get married? I've been ready to get married for a year now. I have-”

  “Don't tell me!” I yell, covering his mouth with my hand. I don't want to know if he has a ring for me already! “Keep it a surprise! That's not what she means, anyway. We have to, uh... You know. Get pregnant.”

  “I'm down.”

  Staring at him, I try to understand. Did he just nonchalantly tell me he's ready to have kids? This isn't at all what he usually says about this. “What?”

  “I said, I'm down. I'm ready to have kids, too. I haven't told you yet, but I got hired by a new company which means I'll be making more than double what I was before. Couple that with the inheritance, and I know you and I would be great parents... plus you've wanted a kid since forever!”

  I start crying. I don't know why, the tears just start rolling down my face. Things are going to be okay? We're going to pay off my debts, and I'm going to be a mom? Maybe?

  “Oh, babe, don't cry. I know how stressful school has been for you. If you want, you can wait until you graduate.”

  “No,” I say. Knowing what I can have has made it obvious to me what I want to have. I don't want to be in school. “I want to have kids. And I want to stay home with them. I've always wanted to homeschool any kids I would have in the future.”

  “Whoa, intense!” Noah kisses me, smiling as he wipes away my tears. “But that sounds great to me. So, when do we start?”

  “Um, right now? Or, well, I don't really know when I ovulate, but until I know we should probably try every day. Is that okay, or is that too much?”

  “I'll do whatever I can to give you what you want.”

  And with those words, he stands up, reaches around me, and pulls me up into his arms. Like I'm a princess, and he is my knight in shining armor. I giggle as he carries me away from his office and up the stairs to our bedroom.

  He's never done this before. Carry me to the bedroom, I mean. Noah is very manly in his own way, but I tend to discourage grand romantic gestures.

  Not this time, though. I finally feel like I know what I'm doing, thanks to Grandma. And because of that, I'm willing to be girly. I feel so feminine swept up into Noah's arms like this. Petite, and a little bit naughty.

  We get to the bedroom, where Noah promptly trips! He manages to set me down gracefully before steadying himself, with me laughing next to him. “I think I can walk the rest of the way.”

  He pouts, but I pull him down for a kiss. I pinch his ass, too, which makes him yelp.

  “What was that for?”

  “It's because you're too damn sexy!” I reply, then throw myself onto the bed. I wink at him, and he joins me. He pushes me backward, his strong, big hands pushing my arms above my head. I'm going to have so much fun. Oh, I hope I'm ovulating right now.

  Noah's fingers tickle my wrists before lightly fluttering down my arms. Each hand scoops up my breasts, groping me. They're a bit sore, but all that matters is how good it feels to be touched like this. There's no more fear of getting pregnant on accident.

  I never took birth control, so we relied on condoms. Not tonight, though. No, tonight Noah is going to finish inside of me. I shudder in anticipation, excitement, and a little bit of fear.

  Pushing my shirt and bra up, he sucks a nipple into his mouth. I wiggle below him, moaning my approval. His tongue, hot and wet, tentatively touches the very tip of my nipple. He blows on the sensitive, brown skin. The bump raises and stiffens.

  I push his face into my breast, which makes him suck harder. It hurts, but it feels sooo good. He bites and nibbles at my nipple, sucking hard and leaving a hickey beneath my breast.

  Noah's hands wander lower, and press up against my mound. He quickly unbuttons my jeans, pulling them down along with my panties. Noah's touched me before, but there's something so special about this time. Our first try and conceiving.

  I feel like I might go insane with desire. I mewl and groan, begging him to touch me more.

  “I'm going to knock you up,” he says. His voice is powerful, deep. Very different from the Noah I know. Someone new and interesting is in my bedroom, and his manliness is intoxicating.

  He pulls my legs up and spreads them wide before spitting on his hand. He pulls his pants down then lets his spit lubricate his cock. He slides into me easily, and then his warmth surprises me.

  “Ohh,” I moan, arching my back. His cock seems just a little bit bigger today. Maybe he's had an impregnation fetish all along. He pumps into me, the sounds and smells of our sex drowned out by the pleasure and ecstasy I'm feeling.

  Noah's strong hands slide down my thighs, and he picks my legs up, putting my ankles on his shoulders. “I think this is the perfect baby making position. I'm going to knock you up, and your belly is going to swell. There's nothing you can do about it. You're going to be my pregnant wife.”

  “Yes!” I reach down, and he grabs my hands, using them to fuck me harder and faster. I cum easily from this, with his cock hitting my soft cervix. “Oh, oh, oh!” My high pitched cries are met with his own grunts as he shoots his sperm deep into my spasming depths. And he stays there, until ever last drop of his cum is inside of me.

 
We fuck twice more that night, enjoying each other more than we ever have. I fall asleep with his cum dripping out of me.

  Four weeks later, after four weeks of endless sex in every position, I'm almost ready to give up. I haven't felt even one symptom that would have made me use the pregnancy test I bought the day after Noah first came in me.

  My period can be weird and irregular, so I don't even know if I'm late or not.

  Still, for some reason, I wake up thinking that I should test. I go into the bathroom with a plastic cup, and fill it with my urine. Taking a deep breath, I dip the stick into it. I set a timer on my phone for three minutes, and hear Noah shuffling around the bathroom downstairs. The alarm goes off just as he turns on the shower.

  My hands are shaking as I look over at the sink where the test is sitting.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, fear making my voice crack. I cover my eyes and move closer. Gaining all my bravery, I look down.

  “WHAT!” I yell. Noah shuts off the shower.

  “What's wrong?”

  “I'm pregnant! Babe, I'm pregnant!”

  I have to call Ella! I have to tell Mila! I wonder if they've been trying, too?

  My Billionaire Savior

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  Dalia Daudelin

  Turning 25 is rough. Maybe for most women 25 is a good age, and maybe most women would spend their birthday at parties and cake and presents and plenty of drinking. I'm spending it shaking with anxiety and strongly considering calling off from work.

  They'll probably just think I want my birthday off, though, no matter how much I tell them my stomach hurts. No matter how true that is. Hell, I think this job is going to give me an ulcer soon, if I don't already have one.

  See, I guess most people wouldn't mind getting cake and having a short party at work on their birthday, but I do mind. I mind it a lot. Because I'm fat, and I work at a gym, and all of my coworkers are snobby skinny assholes. It wasn't even a big deal until the new manager was hired, who promptly fired most of the people that liked me at all and replaced them with men and women that belong in fashion magazines.