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You come back with breakfast and sit it at the little round table in the corner, the Baroness looks stressed. 'Love?' you walk over and gently touched her exposed shoulder. 'I'm sorry.' she jumps. 'I didn't know you were back, oh thank god I'm starving.' she is eating again since she got focused on this show it's become easier for her to eat. The Baroness goes to the table and sips her tea you look at her list. 'Jesus, you didn't write this much planning our wedding.' you drop the list and go over sitting beside her to eat. 'New show, must be perfect.' she explains as she stabs a piece of french toast onto her fork. 'How do you feel about wearing a cloak that would burst into flames?' You nearly choke. 'Excuse me.'

The Baroness rolls her eyes. 'It'd be a faux fire of course I just want to make this show really pop. To let people know I'm back.' You stare at her. 'Yeah I mean I could just wear a meat dress and dive into a shark tank mid-performance. That'd be memorable.' The Baroness frowns at you. 'Do you have any idea how difficult it'd be to have sharks shipped into a fashion show? Plus the animal rights activists would have a field day.' She shakes her head at you. You stare at her and blink a few times. 'Oh right, yeah, silly me just didn't have that thinking hat on the right way.'

The Baroness drums her fingertips on the table. 'We could have you emerge from a cake?' she suggests. 'Already did that as a stripper.' The Baroness quirks an eyebrow. 'Really? People request that?' You shrug. 'Not every night just for like a stag night or a birthday.' 'It doesn't sound very hygienic. Never mind I will keep brainstorming.' You smirk. 'You know excluding the bit where you cause me bodily harm I like seeing you like this you seem more human this morning.' she stops righting and you lean over touching her hand. 'Thank you.' she squeezes your hand. 'For being so patient with me, I know it's a lot to ask but I do appreciate it.' you smile. 'Anything for my girl.' you wink at her.

The Baroness watches you and then stands dropping her robe, and your jaw drops at the same time. No matter how many times you see her naked she's a goddess and worthy of such a reaction. The Baroness dips her finger into the jug of syrup and lazily lets it drip down the center of her chest. 'Are you still hungry?' she asks coyly. 'Starving.' you whisper. You get up and go to her leaning down you lick the syrup up and she tilts her head to watch. 'Bedroom?' you look up at her. 'Bedroom.' she whispers. You grab her tickling the side of her waist. 'I told you not to do that!' she pulls from you half annoyed half trying not to laugh. 'Do it? Okay.' you beam.

"Nervous trip over my words

You're so pretty it hurtsBaby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yours
Baby, I'm yoursI need something more
I pray to the Lord
But, baby, I'm yours"

The Baroness lets out a squeal and you chase her to the bedroom. The second you enter she's on her back and you are on top of her. You both laugh and then you kiss her while she rips off your clothes. In seconds you are naked too you kiss her hungrily. She runs her fingers through your hair and moans in pleasure as you attack her breasts with kisses. '(y/n)' she moans. You kiss down her stomach erratically then stop seeing her leg flinch. 'Victoria are you sure?' The Baroness nods desperately. 'Hurry, please.' you never make your lady plead twice. The Baroness lets her legs fall open and you run a hand over her hip to comfort and reassure her.

Your tongue is between her legs lapping at her exposed sex she arches her back grabbing her breasts in pleasure. '(y/n), (y/n), s-stop.' she pants and you do immediately. 'What's wrong are you okay, we can stop.' you reassure her. Her eyes dart to the bedside cabinet. 'Victoria are you sure, we don't need to?' you rub small circles into her hip. You are both panting. 'It's what I want, you wouldn't deny me?' she challenges. You aren't sure about this but you retrieve the strapon and you use lube. You don't usually need to but this time is different you know she's had medical treatment because of that bastard.

The Baroness awaits you and you climb between her legs kissing her passionately. You dress the tip into her entrance and she tenses. You look into her eyes. 'Sweetheart it's okay if you don't want this.' She places her hands on your shoulder. 'I do.' you press a few more kisses to her collarbone. You push further inside of her. The Baroness kisses you to distract herself from the pain. A final push and it's inside of her, she lets out a soft moan and you give her a beat to adjust you don't want to hurt her. She moves her left hand between her legs and teases herself when she's ready you begin to thrust and she moans for you.

The Baroness gasps and slams her hand on the bedroom wall. She is on her knees facing the wall you are behind her thrusting. 'God, god!' she has both hands on the wall moaning as a bead of sweat trickles down her back. You've been at it for hours now, she arches her back tilting her head back and letting out a moan as your dominant hand teases her clit your other hand on her hip keeping her steady. She grabs your hand holding onto it for dear life. 'I'm close.' she gasps. You thrust coming closer placing your other hand on the wall over the top of hers interlacing your fingers as you kiss her neck. '(y/n)! Yes. Yes! YES!' she screams and you ride her through her orgasm.

When she is finished you remove the toy and drop it by the side of the bed. You both collapse on your backs on the bed panting, you take her hand again your thumb striking her knuckles. 'Well done.' you kiss her shoulder. She blushes and gives a small chuckle. You go to wrap her in the blankets when you notice a little blood not enough to be concerned but still. 'Darling are you sure your okay?' you smooth her hair back from her face. The Baroness draws her eyebrows together looking confused then sees it. She smiles. 'It's nothing darling, the first time the Baron ever had me it was a blood bath, his touch was not so gentle and loving as yours.' she reaches up touching your face.

You are concerned but you know she knows her own body so you lie beside her and draw her into your arms. You don't even care that in a bid to keep her warm, you have wrapped her in all the blankets. She lets you hold her but frowns seeing you are left exposed. The Baroness quickly rectifies this by bringing you into the blanket with her pressing her naked body against yours. 'You know, with all the craziness we never even got a honeymoon I was thinking-' you stop talking. The Baroness is already sound asleep she looks beautiful and peaceful so you kiss her shoulder and snuggle into her falling asleep too.