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

Dreamy (Victoria's POV)

AN:
I'm on Chapter 90, I can't believe it 😭😭 This chapter is in Victoria's point of view for a change.

Baronessfangirl was such a big help with the backstory. Luv ya internet girlie.

Lotsa Love,

Liv

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I usually only sleep roughly two hours a night. The night knows me and my work just as well as the travelling daylight. The House Of Baroness was born under the night's blanket and it grew coated in midnight's embrace. A domestic woman couldn't own a brand by daylight, so the darkness formed me my crutches to get into the world of the fashion elite.

Dreaming, especially of someone else, wasn't something I usually did either, but Y/N L/N had always been an exception to my rules.

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"I got you a little present, my darling Victoria." Hans met my eyes, with a scary sense of calmness floating on his words. There was cooing from the wives and I felt my face flush warm for what wasn't the last time tonight. "Oh darling!"

Play sweet, no matter what he does.

That's always been the plan of action.

John carried a necklace box across the room, with an innocent smile given to me and a lovestruck pang of joy in his eyes as I watched my husband graze his hands. "Thank you John, my good man."

My hands were shaky as I opened the box, but my face went white when I saw. "I say, your ladyship, you look as though you've seen a ghost!" Commented Harold. "Try it on!"

It looked cheap, but I knew my husband and my husband wasn't a man who brought cheap objects. The leather alone looked like it cost a maid's salary. Brandished across the choker were silver letters, imbedded and bedazzled by faux diamonds, spelling out: A N A L S L U T.

"Let's put this little thing onto my little treasure."

His hands on my neck was a familiar feeling, cold, uncomfortable and scary. "There's my whore!" He whispered.

Every pair of eyes in that room scanned across my neck. Hans smirked and looked me deep in the eyes, daring me to say something. I was his and his power was infinitely more than I'd ever have.

"I'm so sorry Toria." John mouthed.

He didn't know, I couldn't blame him for that and I never would.

"Oh Hans!" I let out a weak giggle. "You are ever so lewd my dear!" You were in on the joke, Victoria. Act like you knew the whole time. Our unfortunate audience laughed along too.

My lips twitched and I begged myself to mask them for as long as I could.

I'm not a slut.

I'm not a slut.

I am not a slut.

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It was clear.

I had to get that collar out before the Y/N that wasn't a figment of my nightmares, found it first.

God knows what she'll do with it.

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"Your ladyship, your lordship." John greeted, solemnly. The room was cold. The room was dark. I had not yet been baptised and welcomed into the embrace of the twilight. John placed a glass of water at my side, mouthed an apology again and dismissed himself.

I reached for the glass, getting my wrist slapped. "Use your words, whore." Hans demanded.

"C- can I have a drink, please?" I asked, trying to sound as nice and as kind as possible. He took his hand to my neck and gave it a squeeze like Genghis would a dog toy. "You may." He replied.

The cold water greeted my lips before cascading down my throat. Blind to my husband and my shameful decoration, the only feeling I cared about was quenching the one sense he let me quench.

To a certain degree that was.

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The collar was in a draw in Y/N's red room. The issue was that she had the keys. I would prefer if she didn't find my - oh how I hate to refer to it as mine - collar. She was lovely enough, but she could get overboard with her pleasure. The newfound affinity I had for the lustful maid's attire had only just blossomed and I didn't require a label of S L U T to feel uncomfortable.

I just had to work my way in, without getting hurt. I'd preformed that task before and I've learnt that my Y/N is usually very safe for this, but she wasn't very happy with me, was she?

"And what clever idea do you two have?" I quipped, glaring at the plush animals that we're watching my midnight episode. "That is what I thought."

How do I get Y/N to let me in, without her knowing?