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

Don't Be A Dick

You looked into Victoria's oceanic eyes. They were safe. They whispered words of love and reassurance. "I won't hurt you, it's going to be okay." She promised, squeezing your hand tightly in hers. The hands that the world perceive as the hands of a monster held you close and made sure you were.

"Thank you darling."

You stripped for Victoria, flushing at her comments of praise at your body. "Come to bed, my treasure." She led you to lay down on the sheets. You opened your legs and scrunched your eyes closed.

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"Okay Y/N, be a good girl and lie there." She demanded. You looked at the popcorn ceiling, trying to count the bumps to pass the time as she kept thrusting and forcing it in.

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Victoria lifted your chin up. "Open your eyes darling." She said, cautiously not letting her irritation and frustration take over her tone. "Just- just do it Victoria." You begged. "Get it over with!" You demanded, feeling tears brew.

"No! I'm not letting you fear this." Victoria demanded. "We will work this through together." She promised.

You met her gaze. Her soft eyes.

"Y/N. I promise you it will be okay." She opened your eyes. Her hands ran over your breasts before her mouth followed suit. Victoria kissed your chest, dark splotches and all, before circling her tongue around your nipples. You groaned at her touch. Her lips were soft, her touch light. "Victoria- oh baby-" you moaned.

She ran a hand down to your vagina and her long manicured fingers rubbed your clitoris.

"May I?" She asked, softly.

You looked at the plastic dick.

You looked at Victoria.

She gripped your hand.

"I won't let go if you don't want me to." She promised. "Are you ready?" She asked.

You tightened your grip on the Baroness's hand.

"I'm ready..." you whispered.

Victoria thrust into you, keeping a firm grip on your hand. It was firm even for Victoria. When the two of you shook hands on your first day, you noticed her strong handshake but the grip she had on you now was beyond that. It was a sign that she had you. You were safe and she wanted you to know that just as much as you wanted her to feel safe with you.

You never thought a strap on could make you come, but when it was attached to the most attractive woman in Britain, you were a moaning mess.

"That's my Y/N!" She smiled, taking you into her embrace. "I'm so proud of you!" She added.

You spent the whole of your afternoon in a meeting, staring at the Baroness, her praise and her love echoing in your mind.

"I'm so proud of you!"