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What if things changed? If Rachel was no longer the caring Domme she appeared to be?
A sharp knock on the door had Penelope jumping in the bath, water splashing everywhere.
“How’d you feel about pizzas? Apparently they’ve got homemade ones on the menu.”
That wasn’t the voice of someone who seemed determined to keep Penelope all to herself.
“Pizzas would be good. I’m happy with whatever.”
“Coolio! I’ll get two, and that way we can share.”
“Sure.”
Silence descended in the bathroom once more, and Penelope sighed. She was supposed to be here to have a fun, kinky holiday. Not to freak herself out over nothing. Rachel was nice; Bex was only a couple of hours away; and Moira had pointed outthe section of the Rawhide Ranch website that explained their procedures for complaints or issues.
It seemed like the business took the safety of both its residents and guests very seriously indeed.
Penelope surely had nothing to fear.
CHAPTER 4
Rachel
The pizzas arrived just as Penelope exited the bath, so Rachel almost dropped the boxes when she turned around to see Penelope walking out from the bedroom in a towel that didn’t quite cover her.
It wasn’t as if Rachel hadn’t seen Penelope naked before.
She had.
Plenty of times.
Penelope was usually naked for most of their impact play scenes, but this didn’t feel the same. It was intimate in a different kind of way.
A plump thigh slipped out from the towel, and Penelope sort of gurgled with laughter, and ran the rest of the way into the bedroom, the towel falling to the floor.
There was a flash of arse and Rachel closed her eyes and counted to twenty.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” came a singsong voice from the bedroom, and Rachel righted the pizza boxes and went to put them on the table.
When Penelope finally emerged from the bedroom, a towel turban-like around her hair and wearing silken purple pajamasthat threatened to flash a bum cheek, her face was flushed pink and she was scrubbed clean.
Rachel wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen Penelope without makeup before. She’d always been perfectly put together, the very image of a submissive. There was something about seeing her so fresh-faced now that added a layer of vulnerability to the other woman.
They were going to be together for a full week, in dynamic for seven days, and that meant that they were going to get to see sides of each other that they hadn’t seen before.
Rachel couldn’t wait.
The pizzas were steaming hot, with hand-stretched bases and an interesting combination of flavors. One had blue cheese and mushrooms, and the other figs, goat cheese and prosciutto.
“These areamazing,” said Penelope, before taking a huge bite out of the slice she held in her hand. “Good choices, Miss Rachel.”
Rachel couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “Yeah? It does taste pretty damn good.” There was an awkward silence then, before she started speaking again. “I know we talked about stuff at home, but now that we’re here, do you want to go over boundaries and ideas for… you know…”
“Our dynamic?” Penelope was chirpy. “Absolutely. You tell me what you’d like to do, and we’ll do it.”
That wasn’t quite what Rachel had meant. For all the time that the two of them had been playing together, she’d never quite gotten a complete understanding of what Penelope wanted out of kink—namely because the other woman kept insisting that all she needed was to please Rachel.
But there were flashes of something—just as there had been before the bath—that hinted at a Penelope who was a little more demanding, who had opinions and desires outside of what she could be for a Domme.
