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She didn’t dare look into those dark eyes and see the inevitable rejection that would be there. Instead, Penelope grabbed another slice of pizza and bit into it enthusiastically and tried to pull up as many walls about her as possible.
There was a long pause before Rachel said softy, “Would you like to be my pretty cow, Penelope?”
A shiver ran down her spine, and her eyes jerked up to see the Domme’s fixed on her calmly. “Wha?—?”
“I can’t pretend that I’m as up on all this as you are, but it’s not so beyond the pale as you seem to think I’ll find it. You’re pretty and cute and have an incredible rack; I can only imagine that they’d be considered a benefit in some milking play.”
She wasn’t joking.
She wasn’t laughing at her.
She was being serious.
And she was still talking. “I’m not sure whether I’d necessarily want to be called Farmer Rachel; that might be a little difficult for me to take seriously, but we can try out other honorifics if you like.”
“I like Miss Rachel.” Penelope’s voice sounded remarkably calm. She had no fucking idea how the hell she was pulling that off.
“Me too.” Rachel smiled at her and squeezed her hand again. “Thank you, Penelope. I think I understand a bit better why you were nervous about telling me.”
Penelope’s stomach plummeted. “Because it’s weird?”
Rachel laughed. “What’s weird? There’s such an array of kinks in the world—you only have to look at the website for this place to see that—why should this kink be any different?” Her smile was gentle though, reassuring. “But I know you. And I know that opening up is a big deal for you.”
CHAPTER 6
Rachel
Penelope still half-looked like she wanted to flee the room, but Rachel wasn’t kidding. She was curious about what drew Penelope to hucows like this. What it was that she wanted to explore. “So talk to me, Pen.”
She didn’t straightaway, instead grabbing her glass of water and downing the entire pint in one go.
When she placed it back on the table, Penelope met Rachel’s eyes and there was that sparkle back in her blue eyes.
“Okay, so I guess my interest in hucow play is more along the lines of pet play than actual lactation. I like the idea of being able to empty my head and be milked and bred and?—”
Rachel watched the color drain from Penny’s face.
“Wait, I mean?—”
“You meant exactly what you said, and do you see me going anywhere?” Rachel knew that her voice sounded rough, but Gods, the idea of knocking up her pretty submissive made her almost feral.
“No, Miss Rachel.”
“Exactly. So continue telling me what my little hucow would like me to do to her.”
Penelope swallowed and her tongue darted out, dampening her lips. “I… I…”
“Go on.” Rachel leaned back and watched as Penelope’s pupils dilated and darkened. “Use your words, Penelope. Unless you’ve forgotten how and it’s easier just to moo instead.”
Soft pink lips parted, and for one long moment Rachel thought that Penelope might actually moo for her.
Instead, she let out a shaky breath and laughed ruefully. “You’re good at that.”
“At what?” Rachel wasn’t going to make this easy for her, especially as she had a suspicion that Penelope was getting off on it.
“At getting me all flustered.”
She leaned forward. “You remember your safe word?”
