Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

UNO Reverse

AN:
This is for Baronessfangirl . She gave me the outline for the filth so everyone say thank you to her!
Lotsa love,
Liv

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Estella was able to divert the boys attention long enough for you to take Victoria away.

"Y/N- what have you got planned?" She asked.

"You'll find out." You replied.

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"You want me to WHAT?" Victoria complained. As predicted, she wouldn't be happy with your suggestion, not to mention you wearing her nightgown. "Last I checked you said I could do whatever I wanted and I want you to role-play as my maid." "I'm going to fucking kill you." She grumbled, cinching her waist with the apron.

You snorted.

Get your shit together Y/N!

"Victoria!" You shouted, in your best bitchy Queen's English accent (taking absolutely no inspiration from anyone you knew). It felt strange having to keep such a grumpy face on and it was made harder when Victoria came to your side, red with embarrassment. "Yes?" She hissed. "Pardon?" You replied. "Yes?" She said it with emphasis. "God you are so damn insolent at times. I am your mistress and you should be addressing me as such!" You demanded, your nose creeping further into the air. "Yes, ma'am?" She forced a smile. "That's better." You commented.

Swirling a glass of wine in your hand, you began to pace the bedroom, Victoria following behind you. Her obnoxiously tall heels made you feel like a cow on roller skates and, as expected, you dropped the glass of wine, letting it spill over the hardwood floors.

"Oops!" You laughed. Victoria clenched her fists. "Well?" You prompted. "Good god girl don't just stand there get it cleaned!" You commanded. If she didn't love you with all of her heart, she would have stabbed you then and there. "The British society is really going to the dogs!" You sighed, seating yourself on the end of the bed. She walked to the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a cloth, ma'am." She seethed.

"Lick it up."

She looked you dead in the eyes, sighed and went onto the floor. As she lapped up the expensive wine, you couldn't help but wish it was your vagina.

"Get up." You barked.

"What." Victoria barked. "Undress me!" You commanded. "Strip your fucking self." She replied. "Excuse me?" You replied, noting her changed tone. "I said do it your fucking self Y/N!" Victoria screamed.

She wasn't playing anymore.

You walked over to her and put your arms around her. "Sorry dear, how bout something a little more our style?" You asked, kicking the box of toys out from under Victoria's bed.

She shook her head.

"Not necessary-"

You threw her onto the mattress and pinned her down, sucking on her neck like a carton of apple juice. She was screaming your name and you could cut the tension she radiated with her straight razor.

"Now now pretty girl, calm yourself!" You teased, rubbing her clit. That split second made her shake. "Y/N..." she groaned. "Listen to me!" You demanded.

"If you want to get wet, you get on your knees and use your mouth young lady!" You paused. "Well not young lady, you're more than double my age!" You laughed.

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The Baron barged through the house screeching for his wife. "VICTORIA!" He never used the title he gave her, it had too much dignity hanging over it.

Her head was splitting. "H- Hans- Hans love, I'm feeling rotten. Could we try- try again another time?" She croaked. Calling him love would persuade him usually.

"No. That body of yours isn't getting any younger. Spread." He demanded

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You looked at her dazed eyes. "Is it because I called you old?" You asked. She stood up and looked herself up and down in the mirror.

She snapped out of her trance when you slapped her plump ass. "You've got the most sexy body I could wish to ruin." You smiled.

"But."

"But?"

"But we don't have to play anymore if you don't want to." You reassured. "How dare you!" She shouted. "What have I done?" You questioned.

"Y/N L/N you need to make me so sore I'll be struggling to walk tomorrow!" She begged.

"Deal."