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

Pride

AN:
CHAPTER 50! LETS GOOOOO
Lotsa Love!
Liv

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Victoria looked flooded with panic as she stood up. "D- do you wish for- for me to- to get the maid outfit?" She asked, shakily. You stayed silent and walked towards her.

You clasped your arms around her.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Huh?" She squeaked, confused when you didn't blow a fuse.

"Why didn't you tell me that you weren't okay with it?" You asked, cupping her face. "Y/N, I don't know what you mean." She lied, stubbornly. That woman was a mule when it came to her emotions.

You looked her deep in her round eyes, which crushed you so much when they showed this sort of fear. "If you were uncomfortable or upset with something I would have thought you'd be happy to tell me that!"

She looked ashamed.

"I- I didn't want to. Because I didn't want to upset you!" She replied.

"So you just sat there reliving trauma for my sake?" You asked, heavy hearted. "Y/N, dear, you are such a sweet girl and I love how emotional you are-" "My emotions should not define your happiness." You stopped her excuses.

You sat down with her, against the wall. "Was anything actually okay last night?" You asked, knowing that you were walking on eggshells. Victoria sat and mused. "I- I did love being dominated." "Well that's no secret!" You replied, leaning on her shoulder. "I guess I wouldn't mind wearing the maid outfit again, seeing how happy it made you."

"Is there a compromise we can come up with?" You asked. "How so?" Replied an intrigued Victoria. "I'm, admittedly, a little bit of a rougher person in bed. You aren't in a place where all of that is going to be good for you-" "I liked it. It was just too much too fast." Victoria admitted. "We can work with that!" You said. "I'd like to try some of the things again. Maybe not all at once." She added.

"What do I have to avoid like the plague?" You asked.

"Pardon me?"

"I don't want to cause you to relive anymore trauma if I can help it."

Victoria hugged you. "Oh baby!" She cooed. "I- I think if we listed off things that Hans and Gabrielle did to either of us, we'd have no fun! I'm willing to hurt a wound to let it heal." "But-" "I said I'm okay. I mean it."

"As long as you swear to tell me if you are hurting, or scared, or uncomfortable."

"On my life and my death and my soul."

Oh how you love your drama queen.