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Rachel strode over to her, slipping one arm around Penelope’s waist and pulling her in close. “You look ready for milking, Strawberry Moo.”
Penny’s cunt clenched and she couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips. Rachel’s mouth was mere centimeters from hers, her face so close that she could count the individual eyelashes that framed those deep brown eyes.
“You are quite the giggly hucow, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Rachel,” she breathed, her voice sounding breathier than she’d ever heard it.
“Come on, come over to the couch so we can talk some more.”
But when Penelope went to walk, Rachel put a hand out to stop her, a quizzical look on her face. “What’re you doing, little moo?”
“I’m coming over to the couch.”
“But you’re standing up; good little hucows move around on all fours.”
Penny froze, her insides in turmoil.
Rachel didn’t say anything, didn’t push, didn’t cajole. She just waited.
And when Penelope slowly got to her knees, the pride in her Domme’s eyes made it all worthwhile. Rachel ruffled her hair, and Penelope couldn’t help but emit a tiny little moo.
It was very quiet, and would probably have been missed by most people, but Rachel was the kind of Domme who paid attention to every single detail, and she did not miss this one.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She crouched down and reached over to scratch behind one of Penelope’s cow ears. “Did you just moo for me?”
Penelope—who had never mooed out loud in her life—found herself mooing again, a little louder this time.
“You are so fucking adorable. Come on, Strawberry Moo.”
Penny followed Rachel around to the couch, and then waited on her hands and knees as Rachel sat down.
“Do you want to come sit up here next to me?”
The loud moo of protest Penny made resulted in them both laughing.
“For negotiations, I need my human sub,” said Rachel, still chuckling.
Penelope rocked back onto her knees, and then shifted so she could sit cross-legged at Rachel’s feet. “How about this?” Her voice sounded quiet, softer, after the loudness of her lowing.
Rachel looked down at her and smiled. “You like sitting at my feet.” It wasn’t a question, but there was a note of wonder in her tone.
“Of course I do,” said Penelope. “I’ve sat at your feet plenty of times before.”
“But only when I’ve asked you to.” Rachel’s smile was rueful. “This is the first time that you’ve chosen to sit at my feet of your own accord.”
Huh. Penelope hadn’t considered that before. She’d always followed orders precisely because they allowed her to switch her brain off, but she was starting to see that Rachel didn’t just want unquestioning obedience.
Rachel wanted to know her.
“Is… is that something you want?”
Rachel’s face softened. “I’ve enjoyed all of the scenes that we’ve done; and you are excellent at following instructions, but I would love it if our scenes could be built on more of a conversation. Holding space for you and your desires, taking the burden of thinking away from you, only really works if I know what it is that you want.”
“I think I understand,” said Penelope slowly. She put her hand on Rachel’s knee and smiled up at her. “Would you prefer it if we sat next to each other for the conversation then, Rachel?”
There was momentary indecision on Rachel’s face, before she nodded decisively. “Yeah, that’s probably best. Come on, Strawberry Moo, come up and sit by me.”
CHAPTER 8
