In Her Own Way (Breaking Boundaries #1)

Chapter 1

Victoria

Victoria Addison held the door open to the private room for the sexy woman she would be entertaining for the next hour.

The older woman brushed by her, flashing a seductive smile.

Oh, yes, this woman was ripe for the taking.

And Victoria was ripe for the giving. It had been too long.

The move from Denton Heights, Ohio, to Indianapolis, Indiana, had been an emotional one.

She’d like to say she had thought long and hard before leaving the community in Ohio, but she hadn’t.

It had been a snap decision, and she was gone in a flash.

Not that anyone would miss her. Maybe Rowena and Squirt, but that was probably it.

Victoria had been bedding women since her mid-teens, and even now, at thirty-seven, the seductive chase still held luster.

Seeing an attractive woman, watching for a while, and finally making eye contact was her go-to technique.

If the woman checked all of Victoria’s boxes, it would be time to move in.

Of course, those boxes changed over the years, hadn’t they?

She now looked for women who weren’t blindingly submissive like—.

No. It was better not to remember the woman she had mishandled in Denton Heights.

The woman had been too new to the BDSM scene, and Victoria hadn’t known that.

As a typically attentive and caring Domme, she should have known.

She hadn’t picked up on the woman’s naivete.

And try as she might, Victoria couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t noticed.

Maybe she simply hadn’t cared? And that’s what worried her most.

But this evening was different. This woman seemed experienced, but Victoria wouldn’t take that on a hunch.

She would check in often and make sure. They’d already had the clean STD talk out on the dance floor in the public room.

Each had their most recent testing ready to show.

That part wasn’t sexy, but it was one-thousand percent necessary, especially when playing with strangers.

Victoria entered the small but functional private room at The Scarlett Dungeon in downtown Indianapolis and shut the door behind her.

There was a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall directly ahead, a couch, a bed with sheets already in place, a couple of chairs, and an impressive display of BDSM instruments hanging on the wall.

She eyed the crop and the flogger. She just might start with those.

The dungeon itself was similar to Dominique’s Dungeon back in Cincinnati, but bigger.

There were more private rooms and play spaces.

There was even a room for online action.

Nothing like evolving with the times, right?

Victoria put her hand on the small of the shorter woman’s back and spun her around, so she was facing away. She reached around the woman’s waist and splayed her hand across her belly. Just behind her ear, Victoria said softly, “Why are you here?”

“Mmm,” the woman moaned in anticipation.

She was a few years older than Victoria, somewhere in her mid- to late-forties.

Her mid-length dark hair was pulled back with a butterfly clasp, framing her attractive face.

“I’m here to spend time with a gorgeously attractive androgynous woman who, I hope, knows her way around a woman’s body. ”

Victoria smiled at the flirty answer. “Yes, I do know my way around women’s bodies, but I’d like to know this body in particular.

” She pulled the woman closer; her front pressed against the woman’s back possessively.

She tilted her head down and whispered, “I’m going to explore your body.

I’ll find out what makes you breathe harder, and what makes you beg for more.

” The woman moaned; she was aroused. “I’ll satisfy your desires, baby. As best I can.”

Victoria twirled the woman, so they faced each other. She slid her arms around the woman’s waist, holding her loosely. She liked to get in a woman’s personal space before things got too heated. It was her way of seeing if they could relax enough to enjoy what she had to offer.

“Hard limits?” Victoria asked. “I have a few. Hopefully they match.”

The woman wrapped her arms around Victoria’s neck and then listed the usual hard limits.

No permanent marks, no breath or toilet play.

Anal was a soft limit, but she wasn’t up for exploring that tonight.

She hoped for impact within reason, and bondage was fine, also within reason.

She preferred the stoplight system for safewords.

Victoria agreed to all of those. They were right up her alley as well and said so.

“How should I address you?” the woman asked, lust clearly showing on her face.

“How would you like to address me?”

The woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Ma’am doesn’t seem quite right, but Sir isn’t right either, obviously.”

“I’m okay with either,” Victoria said. “Seriously,” she added at the woman’s doubtful expression, “you can call me either one of those in the moment. Many of my lovers have.”

The woman still looked doubtful.

“Seriously, it’s okay. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the woman said. “I understand.” The teasing grin creeping up the woman’s face made Victoria relax.

“What are your thoughts about kissing?” Victoria swayed them from side to side as if they were dancing. “I’m a fan, but if you’re not, I can still work with that.”

“Green light.” The woman’s arms tightened around Victoria’s neck, effectively pulling her closer.

A spike of arousal shot through Victoria.

Her lips met the offered lips. Soft. Supple.

The kiss was tentative at first, but as they both gave in to the sensations, it heated up nicely.

Victoria thrust her tongue gently but then took charge and increased her pace and depth.

Kissing was sort of an introductory interview to all that lay ahead.

It wasn’t foolproof, but good kissers typically made good lovers.

The woman moaned in her mouth. Victoria pulled back. “That was fantastic, baby. You’re a good kisser. I just have two questions, though.”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

Victoria reached for the woman’s hand and placed it against the front of her own pants. She made sure the woman felt the strap-on underneath. “Okay to use this? I have a condom.”

“Oh, yes, Ma’am. I thought I felt something there. And I hoped.”

“We all have hopes, baby.” Victoria laughed. “Now for the second question.”

“Before you ask,” the woman interrupted with a giggle, “can I relieve you of this first?” She ran her fingers along the lapels of Victoria’s light leather jacket. “It’s so buttery smooth.”

“It’s one of my favorites.”

The woman looked up, and they locked eyes. It was all Victoria could do not to throw the woman on the bed and get on with it; she was that turned on. But she remained cool and said, “Yes, you may take this off me.”

The woman lifted the jacket off one shoulder and then let Victoria help her remove it the rest of the way. She carefully hung the jacket on a hook near the door.

The woman came back and moaned appreciatively. “That V-neck T fits you like a glove, Ma’am.” She ran both hands over Victoria’s exposed biceps. “And this tattoo. Oh, my God. It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Victoria rewarded the compliments with a short but meaningful kiss.

“Now,” the woman said when the kiss broke off, “what was your second question?”

“Why are you still dressed?”

The woman burst out laughing. It was a wonderful sound. Victoria reached for the top button of the woman’s black vest, the only article of clothing she wore on top. “May I?”

“Yes, please,” the woman breathed softly, her voice wavering slightly.

Victoria detected a slight hint of nerves.

Good. That would work in Victoria’s favor.

She kept eye contact as she undid all three buttons, letting the vest open naturally.

No bra. Fantastic. She pulled the vest down the woman’s arms and tossed it on a chair.

The woman’s breasts were right there for the taking, but Victoria needed to lay a few ground rules first. She pulled the woman close again. Their lips were inches apart.

“You will use your safe words,” Victoria said. “You will also honor my safe words.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Of course.” The woman’s breathing was getting heavier. Good. The mission was proceeding as planned.

The woman could have closed the minuscule gap and started another round of kissing, but she didn’t. That was a good sign. She wanted to be led. She wanted to be told what to do. In short, she wanted to be dominated.

Victoria stepped back, removing all physical contact. She laughed when the woman groaned. “You’ll live.” She headed toward the assorted instruments available. “Get that skirt off and whatever else you have underneath.” She said this without turning around.

“Yes, Ma’am,” came the meek response.

Victoria picked up the flogger and flicked it a couple of times. It had a good weight. It would do. She put the flogger down and picked up the crop. It was a little shorter than she liked, but whatever. She glanced back at the woman now standing naked, arms folded across her chest.

The slight patches of gray in the woman’s hair gave her a distinguished look, one of authority, actually. Whatever the woman did for a living, she wielded power. Victoria was sure of it. But here in this room, she didn’t. Victoria would make sure she understood that.

“Come here,” Victoria said in full command voice. “Inspection.”

When the woman didn’t move, Victoria got within inches of her face like the drill sergeants from her Army Reserve days.

“Arms up. Hands laced behind your head.” The woman did as told.

“Elbows out. I despise sloppiness.” Which was kind of true.

The woman complied. Victoria stepped back.

“Baby, a proper inspection requires me to see everything. Spread those legs. Let me inspect.”