Page 11 of Petting Penelope
Penny closed her eyes and let Rachel’s warm arms banish her ex from her mind, her thoughts and her dreams.
CHAPTER 10
Rachel
When she woke up, there wasn’t a single sheet still on her. Somehow, in the night, Penelope had managed to wrap herself into a cocoon of duvet, sheets and submissive. Her blonde hair stuck up every which way, and there was some drool at the corner of her mouth.
And she had never looked more beautiful.
Rachel slipped out of bed and crept to the phone in the living room to dial the kitchen.
“Hello?” The male voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little grouchy.
“Ummm, hello? My name’s Rachel; I’m staying in one of the guest suites for the week with my submissive, and she mentioned that you’d previously developed some kind of edible grass? I was wondering if there was any way she could have some for breakfast.”
There was a low chuckle. “Mina seems to have started a trend for visiting hucows; yes, I have some edible grass. It’s strawberry flavored but is more dessert-like than really a breakfast food.”
“Ah… I just wanted to help her start the day in the right kind of mindset.”
“Hmmmm… leave it with me. I’ll sort something out. Let me know what your room number is and I’ll get breakfast delivered up to you for nine-ish?”
“That’d be perfect, thank you so much.”
“It’s my pleasure,” the chef said, with another chuckle.
Next Rachel called down to the front desk. “I have a request,” she said. She knew that really requests should have been submitted in advance of their arrival, but when she explained the situation, Luna reassured her that they’d take care of it.
“Miss Rachel?”
She turned to see Penelope standing by the bedroom door, her hair all over the place, blearily wiping sleep from her eyes.
“I’m coming back to bed, Strawberry Moo. Go wait for me there.”
“Okay,” said Penelope, perfectly biddable, but even so, Rachel could hear the difference in her submissive’s voice. This wasn’t just her doing as she was told because she’d been told to. This was a sleepy Penny not even giving her submission a second thought and doing exactly what felt right.
It was adorable.
Rachel ended the call and headed back into the bedroom where a sleepy Penny was waiting for her.
“You were gone, Miss Rachel.”
“I was just ordering breakfast for when we get up,” she explained, brushing wayward strands of hair from Penelope’s face.
“I see,” said Penny, groggily. She rolled over and snuggled up, resting her head on Rachel. “Back to sleep, Miss Rachel?”
“Back to sleep,” agreed Rachel, but she didn’t actually go back to sleep. Instead, she lay in bed, Penelope in her arms, and tried to plan out the rest of the day for the two of them.
Rachel was very good at planning. By day she was a project manager for an IT company in London, and so she knew exactlywhat it took to successfully manage a project. And if she treated this holiday exactly like that, then Penelope would have the best time of her life.
Rachel really did want Penelope to have the time of her life.
It wasn’t like she’d ever dabbled in hucow play before—pet play? Sure, but of the cute domestic pet variety, not farmyard animals.
That didn’t mean that she was only doing it for Penelope. The little cow ears had been beyond adorable, and Rachel had felt the moos Penelope’d uttered, deep in her cunt. There was something really appealing about emptying her little cow’s head of anything but pleasure.
Penelope deserved all of the pleasure that Rachel could give her.
The submissive was fast asleep, snoring away, completely oblivious to all that Rachel had planned for her. She stroked her hair gently and smiled down at the other woman. This holiday was going far better than Rachel was sure either of them could have imagined.
