Page 26 of In Her Own Way
“Now you have.”
“I know.”
Victoria pulled out, then nudged Lauren off her lap, being careful to wrap the glove inside out. She stood up and tossed it in the trash.
“Oh, you must be getting cold,” Victoria said. She wrapped Lauren in a sheet and then pulled her close as they sat on the couch next to each other, Victoria’s arm around Lauren. Lauren snuggled closer. Victoria handed her a small bottle of water she’d snagged from the mini fridge.
“I’ve never done cowgirl before,” Lauren said. “I liked it.”
“You can do it at home. They make dildos with suction cup bases. Put it on a chair with no arms, pretend it’s me, and have at it.”
“Really?” Lauren sighed. It was a wistful sigh, and Victoria wasn’t sure what to make of it. “I need to go shopping, I guess.”
“I also got you a starter set of trainers,” Victoria said. “They’re in my bag by the door. Lauren made as if to get up and get them, but Victoria said, “No, no. Stay here. I’ll show you how to use them in a little while.”
“Trainers for what?”
“Anal plugs of course.”
Lauren burst out laughing. “OMG. I’ve heard of those.”
“These trainers are small, and you use them to get yourself used to foreign objects invading places they shouldn’t be.” Victoria laughed.
“Maybe next time we can, you know, do more.”
“I would like that,” Victoria said. “Use the trainers at home. You can even wear them at work.”
“Oh, God, can you imagine?”
“I used to require my submissives to wear them at work.”
“Whoa, you did that?” Lauren asked, running her hand over Victoria’s abs under her shirt. Somehow her hand had snaked under the tank. “Good thing I’m not your submissive.”
Victoria chuckled. She hadn’t been thinking along those lines, especially because she wasn’t settled in her own apartment yet, but now she knew not to.
“Ma’am?” Lauren said, “I have these fantasies.”
Victoria waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t, Victoria encouraged her by saying, “You can tell me anything.”
Lauren didn’t make eye contact as she whispered the scene of her recent fantasy. It was a fantasy that alternately thrilled her and scared her. Victoria asked clarifying questions and got the basic gist of the scene. Yeah, this was something she could help Lauren out with. She’d need to bring in more supplies, though. She’d have to check, but most dungeons let you bring in your own equipment. It was kind of safer that way, rather than reusing equipment with countless unknown people.
Lauren finally made eye contact and asked, “Maybe we can do something like that during our next appointment on Friday?”
Appointment? This is an appointment for you? Their liaisons were nothing more than that to Lauren, apparently. The use of that word troubled Victoria for some reason, but she wasn’t sure why. She cleared her throat to dispel her momentary unease and said, “Absolutely. I’ll bring all my imaginary buddies along and see what we can do to ravage your body.”
“Really?”
“You’re not the first with that kind of fantasy, Lauren. It’s popular, although I’m not a fan of acting it out with a real set of people.”
“God, no. Me, neither. I’m kind of embarrassed by it,” Lauren said. “I’d never want that for real.”
“We’ll try it next week, okay? On that bed over there.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
They snuggled for a while, Victoria noting that Lauren called her ‘Ma’am’ when she was feeling vulnerable, and ‘Vic’ when she wasn’t. And, so far, she’d not once called her ‘Sir.’
Chapter 8
