Chapter Six: Veronica
That next morning Veronica smacked the alarm into silence and groaned as she regretted getting up. Slowly she pulled her weary body up and sat on the edge of the bed. She stretched for a moment before getting up out of bed. She shuffled towards the door and pulled on her bathrobe before exiting her bedroom. As she sleepily made her way towards the bathroom and the shower she wanted, something caught her eye.
Glancing into the kitchen as she passed it by, her stomach grumbled, and she remembered the bedtime snack she never got. Then the events of the night before came rushing back to her, the sights and sounds of Owen dominating and having sex with his mother and sister. Veronica's knees weakened slightly as the images of the night before flashed across her mind. Her excitement rose as the knowledge that she was not alone came back to her, as well as the possibility that someone may be able to help her make her deviant dream come true: dominate her own mother.
Veronica made her way to the bathroom and started her usual routine to get ready for the day. By the time she came out of the shower, her mother was waiting to enter the shower. As usual she and her mother exchanged a tight hug and kiss, but this morning Veronica extended the kiss a second longer. Karen in her sleepy state did not protest, even though it seemed odd to her, nice but odd.
Over breakfast, Veronica kept stealing glances at each person around her and imagined the possibilities. Owen had her respect and admiration now for having accomplished what she had only dreamed of. She had to know his secrets and would do whatever she needed to in order to learn how he had dominated his own mother. Taryn and Rosina she saw in different lights that morning, for she had not only seen them nude but as Slaves having sex with their Master. As she looked at them she kept imagining them with their clothes off and her excitement continued to grow. As she looked at her mother, her lust kept whispering to her that soon her mother would be hers. Veronica wanted to pepper Owen, Taryn and Rosina with all manner of questions, out of wonder and a desire to understand, but knew she couldn't do so in front of her mother.
Even on the bus-ride to college Veronica was not able to start the conversation with Owen that she wanted. Even though he was sitting in the seat beside him, the bus was too public a place to have so private a conversation. As they stepped off the bus and prepared to go their separate ways, not to see each other until they were back home, Veronica panicked. Veronica knew she had to say something now or she would loose her chance for another day.
"Owen?" Veronica said in a nervous manner as she lightly grasped Owen's arm to stop him from walking away from her.
"Yeah?" Owen replied calmly as he stopped and turned to look at Veronica.
"I was wondering if you wanted to get together this afternoon for a quick drink before going home?" Veronica asked as she looked up into Owen's dark blue eyes with a pleading look.
In the brief moment that Owen pondered her request, Veronica's insides started to flip. Since she knew what she knew about him she could see his confident manner and the air of power that surrounded him. Her admiration of him for what he had accomplished, along with his natural good looks and that big, fat cock she knew he possessed made Veronica start to swoon. She quickly got a hold of herself before her emotions got out of control but clearly she remained mindful and respectful of his power. Veronica respected him and viewed him as someone she wanted to learn from.
"Sure, why?" Owen asked with a slightly puzzled manner.
"Well, we never seem to get the chance to talk and, since you are living in my house I thought we should get to know one another?" Veronica replied in an equally nervous manner, hopeful that he would say yes.
"Sure, my last class today is four, I'll see you at the campus pub shortly after that," Owen said calmly as he shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away.
"Great! My last class it at three-thirty, I'll be there before you, just look for me when you get there!" Veronica replied in an eager manner and saw Owen turn, nod and wave his understanding.
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It was four-o-six when Veronica looked at her watch that afternoon, and then glanced at the door to the pub. She was seated in the booth in the furthest corner of the pub, in a spot where people rarely sat. The reason nobody sat here was because of a noisy exhaust fan for the kitchen which was just on the other side of the wall. The noise from the fan made it harder to carry on a conversation, but today that noise, along with the seclusion of the booth, made it perfect for the conversation Veronica wanted to have with Owen. She was nervous and eager to get this talk started and kept glancing at the door to the pub as she sipped her beer.
It was about ten minutes later when Owen finally arrive at the pub. He paused for a moment at the door and looked around the pub before finally spotting Veronica sitting at the distant booth. He smiled and waved at Veronica before he casually strode over to where Veronica was sitting. As Owen drew closer, Veronica's nervousness grew ever higher. Silently she wondered if she could actually go through with this odd conversation. As Owen sat down, Veronica smiled nervously at him and it wasn't until after Owen had a beer in hand that Veronica gathered up her courage and started the talk she needed to have.
"So, now that we're here, why don't we get more acquainted? Tell me about yourself, Veronica?" Owen said with a friendly tone as he took a sip of his beer.
"I have a confession to make, Owen, while I do want to get to know you, that's not why I called you here. I actually want to talk to you about something," Veronica said in an embarrassed tone as she looked down at the table.
"I see, what did you want to talk about?" Owen asked with the raised eyebrow of his curious mood.
"I first want to say that I didn't plan it, nor am I mad, upset, or judgemental about it," Veronica stated in a nervous, yet definite manner as she looked Owen in the eye before looking down and taking a shaky breath.
"Okay," Owen said with a puzzled look and an expression that silently encouraged Veronica to go on.
"I was hungry last night after I went to bed so I went to the kitchen to get a snack," Veronica said and then paused to take a breath and steady her nerves before continuing. "I overheard and saw you with Taryn and Rosina . . . or should I say 'Red' and 'Cat'," Veronica said with a shaky voice before she watched Owen intently to read his reaction.
"I . . . I . . . don't know what you're talking about," Owen replied in an angry yet dismissive tone of voice that was unconvincing.
"I know what I saw!" Veronica asserted forcefully. "I didn't plan to see it, but I saw you having sex with your mother and sister last night. Not only that but it was clear that you are their Master and they are your Slaves!" she added just as strenuously.
"Even IF there was anything going on, and I'm not saying there is, what happens in my family is no business of yours!" Owen snorted as he took an angry swig of his beer.
"I agree! I'm not here to judge you, I'm not mad and I'm not upset! I just want to talk to you about the unique nature of your family," Veronica replied with a firm yet imploring tone to her voice.
