Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

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CHAPTER 17

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JESSICA

Some of the Ranch Hands from the field earlier mill about, preparing things for dinner. Every now and then, they look over at me, their gazes curious as they roam over my body. My cheeks heat up as I slide behind Vrokjan, doing my best to hide.

Unfortunately, he’s having none of it. With a soft chuckle, he brings me back out and stands me in front of him, so my back brushes against his chest. “They won’t bite,” he teases, easing his hands around to massage my nipples.

Despite the humiliation of having these strangers watch as I fall apart in front of them, I can’t help the soft moan drifting from my lips. His hands just feel so good on my body. Arching back, I thrust my breasts further into his hands, desperate to feel him massaging them.

They’re already sore again. Not nearly as bad as before I was milked, but I can tell they’re growing again. As he squeezes my nipples, a little milk drips out, easing the discomfort.

As if they can smell the milky goodness, the Ranchers stop what they’re doing and stare at me. Arousal gathers at my lower lips as I see the hunger in their gazes. They prowl forward, licking their lips as they stand in front of us.

“They will not touch you without permission,” Vrokjan continues, milking me as they watch. “You are my personal cow, and with that comes some responsibilities. Your morning milk will belong to me. After I’ve drunk my fill, you will provide milk for the rest of the house.”

I jerk back, ignoring the searing pain as he tugs on my nipples. A distressed moo flits from my lips, bringing another dark chuckle from his.

“Silly cow,” he whispers, his thumb and forefingers working a dark magic on my poor, swollen buds. “They’re not going to drink from you as I do. I will, however, milk you in front of them. If you’re lucky, I’ll even let them watch me pleasure you. But you’ll have to be an extra good girl to earn that.”

His words barely make sense as arousal floods my brain. Was there some odd chemical in the shot Nagán gave me that made me extra horny? Or is it just the fact that I finally don’t feel sick again?

Either way, my body burns as he teases me in front of his men. I can’t think of much else than finding my release, even if it means they have to watch. Cupping my right breast, Vrokjan drags me up against him as his other hand teases my entrance.

Unable to resist, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my clit. The others watch, their eyes darkening as he teases me. At that moment, I feel powerful.

I may just be an Earthling, a cow to them, but there’s no denying they want me. Resting my head back against his chest, I let out a lusty moo. The men groan, their hands dropping to the front of their suits.

“Such a wet little thing,” he grumbles, the deep sound zipping through my body. “You like them watching you, don’t you?”

He doesn’t give me time to even think, let alone answer. His fingers are insistent, dragging pleasure from my body whether I want it or not. In front of me, I watch as the men rub their cocks through the shiny material.

“You see, my pretty cow, you’ll be getting them nice and hard, ready to go pleasure the other cows as they harvest their milk. Your service in this way will give the others such a great relief.”

Off to the side, a door opens, revealing Fiona. A bright red flush graces her face as she looks at me. Based on the way her hair is tousled and disheveled, she seems to have found her own release.

I watch as Antroli leads her to the side of the table and motions for her to kneel on a pillow. She does so without any fight. Her movements are graceful, lithe, as if she was born for this, born to serve.

Again, Vrokjan swipes his fingers across my clit, scattering my thoughts. “Fiona has already been prepared for tonight’s dinner. I guess it’s time I do the same for you.” He lets go of my body and grabs the lead.

My skin buzzes, humming with unmet need. Trotting after him, I rub my thighs together, desperate for release. He looks back over his shoulder, a dark smile slashing across his face.

“Don’t worry, my pet. I’ll satisfy you while you’re being milked.”

He leads me into a massive room. In the center, a gigantic bed dominates the space. Thick, dark wood rises from all four corners, stretching up to meet the ceiling. It’s as if the bed is a part of the room, growing from it, even.

Dropping the lead, he leaves me there to stare in wonder as he goes off to another room. When he comes back, an odd, shiny material rests in his hands. It looks very similar to the tinsel they took off of me.

However, as he gets closer, I don’t feel the horrible reverberations through my skull like last time. Without saying a word, he drapes it around me, using it to lift my heavy breasts. I groan as relief floods my body.

“This is the same material as our suits and should be quite comfortable on you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out two red bulbs. “I don’t know much about your holiday, but the pictures I’ve seen show a similar decoration.”

Christmas. In the heat of everything, I actually forgot. For a moment, a shaft of sorrow threatens to split me open. However, instead of allowing these circumstances to make me sad again, I focus on the eroticism of what he’s doing.

Kneeling before me, he takes one of the ornaments and opens up a small loop. He pulls my nipple through and cinches it tight. I watch as he goes to the other nipple and does the same. Thankfully, they’re not clamps. I’m not sure I could handle that much pain.

With a soft smile, he leads me over to a mirror and stands behind me. He towers over me with my head coming to about the top of his chest. Although I’m built a little larger than some women, his shoulders are still far broader than mine.

He engulfs me, making my curvy frame feel small for the first time in my life. Tears dot my eyes, but this time, they’re for happy reasons. All my life, I wanted to feel small, delicate, and now, I do. It’s a shame I had to be dragged to a strange planet to find that.

On Earth, there was no way anyone other than a bodybuilder could pick me up without having to brace first, much less run through a field with me cradled in their arms as if I weighed nothing. And the men who could, didn’t seem to want me.

But Vrokjan wants me. His grip is rough, obsessive as he touches me, branding my skin with every stroke of his fingers. His eyes are nearly black as he stares at me in the reflective surface. And if I have any doubt of his affection, I can feel the hard proof of it grinding against me.

He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me back into him. “Mine,” he growls, the possessive sound rumbling through me, reigniting the arousal thrumming through my veins.

Turning me in his arms, he kisses me all over, his touch soft, nearly reverent. I quake at the delicate sensations fluttering over my skin. Perhaps Icora isn’t so bad after all. Perhaps I can now rest and trust someone else to take care of me. Lord knows I didn’t get much help on Earth.

A soft moan shatters the silence, drawing Vrokjan’s gaze to mine. “You are mine, Jessica. Never forget that.”

Pulling away, he leaves me again. I tremble at the loss of his warm skin against mine. This time, however, it’s not weakness. My body isn’t betraying me, at least not in that way. My pussy, however, spasms as I think about his tongue and fingers delving back inside.

I’m a hopeless mess. Turning back to the mirror, I run my fingers along the silvery fabric, smiling as I take in the sight of how it frames me. With a soft giggle, I tap the ornament, watching as it sways back and forth.

On Earth, I thought my life had ended, coming to a complete standstill. But here, I can be free. I feel the need beating inside me, demanding to come out. I want so desperately to give in and allow Vrokjan to have his way.

It’s a battlefield in my mind. One side wants to not think or feel. It just wants to be his good little cow, existing to be milked and fucked. The other side, the responsible side, feels a massive wave of guilt from turning my back on Earth and the memories it holds.

But honestly, how long can I mourn my mother? She would want me to be happy. Right? Granted, probably not like this. A soft smile tilts up my lips as I picture her standing in the living room as I tell her my plans to be a sex cow.

She wouldn’t understand it, but she’d want me to follow my dreams and to be happy. Not that this is an actual dream of mine. It’s the sentiment of being free that I seek, not caring right now what package it comes in.

Vrokjan steps back into the room, an odd object in his hand. All thoughts and memories flee as he strides toward me. Each movement is sleek and lethal, like the jungle cats I used to watch on TV.

“Crawl up onto the bed on all fours.”

Arousal burns through me as I obey him, desperate for another orgasm before dinner. His warm lips skim my ass cheek as he slides his fingers across my lower lips. Groaning, I arch my back, thrusting my ass into his face.

He pulls away, and I nearly moo, desperate to have him fill me up. Instead of his fingers, however, the blunt tip of the object prods my entrance. I seize up, unsure of what he plans to do to me.

Sensing my unease, he whispers to me, murmuring words of praise and comfort. Once I relax, he pushes it in. It’s an odd sensation, full and heavy. Honestly, it feels similar to the plug in my ass, only there’s no tail that I can feel at the other end.

He strokes my clit once more, scattering my worries and uneasy thoughts. As I near my orgasm, the thing inside me moves. It writhes, twitching back and forth. Vrokjan pulls his hand away and attaches some straps around my thighs.

“Don’t worry, my pet. You won’t have to wear this for long. Just until your body is ready to accept my cock.”

Climbing onto the bed, he stretches out and motions for me to come to him. He wants me to sit on his face again. I just know it. Crawling forward, I ease my thighs around his head, forcing myself to breathe.

It’s still an odd sensation, knowing I can ride his face without fear of hurting him. Deep inside, the object begins to swell, stretching me out. Whimpering, I lower myself onto Vrokjan's lips, hoping he’ll be able to ease the discomfort.

His hands wrap around my ass to pry my cheeks apart as he tugs on my tail. Warring sensations race through me as pain and pleasure collide. The moment his tongue snakes out to lap against my clit, it tips the scales toward pleasure.

Reaching down between my thighs, I run my fingers over his hair. For a moment, I’m disappointed that it’s so short, but his talented tongue drives it out of my head. I grab the back of the bed instead and grind against him, seeking out my orgasm.

The ornaments bounce against the hard wood as I ride his face, sending out a loud thwack with each thrust of my hips. Somehow, it makes the whole scene even more erotic. I can literally hear the sound of my pleasure as the smacks against the wood come faster and faster.

My fingers scrabble over the headboard as my orgasm hovers just out of reach. The infernal machine inside continues to pulse, stretching and growing as my pleasure mounts. The pain only ramps up the pleasure as I drop my hands back down to his head.

I don’t care that there’s no hair to grab onto. There’s an intense need to be connected, to touch him as his tongue dances over my clit. My body aches as I continue to strain, shifting back and forth as I chase the pleasurable high he’s giving me.

The machine swells again, this time bulging enough to rub against the plug in my ass through the skin separating them. This new sensation tips me over the edge. With a loud scream, I dig my fingers into his scalp as my thighs quiver around his head.

I rock back and forth, riding out the orgasm as pleasurable shocks and quakes sizzle through me. My lungs burn as I gulp in air, trying to come down off of that high. Vrokjan eases me off of him and once more leaves the room.

Why can’t he just stay and hold me for a minute or two? Why is he always running off? I curl into myself, trying desperately not to cry.

It’s not that I’m sad, exactly. More like the intensity of the orgasm is leaving me vulnerable and weepy. However, I can’t help the icy chill wrapping its cold fingers around my heart.

I want to feel sorry for myself, to mourn everything I’m missing, but I can’t fully think as the machine wriggles about inside, fanning the flames of my pleasure. Turning onto my stomach, I bury my lips into the pillow and scream.

All my anger, fear, and frustration pour out of me as I slam my fists on either side, finally having the meltdown I’ve been desperately keeping at bay. Soon, the heat of Vrokjan’s body envelops me as he surrounds me, pinning me to the bed.

I struggle, but he just holds on tighter. He doesn’t chide or admonish me. Instead, he lets me get it all out. Soon, I’m depleted, and lie there, breathing as I try to get my brain back where it needs to be.

Without saying a word, he eases the plug from my ass. The tight ring is sore, unused to having something in it. Next, he takes the machine out of my pussy, allowing a moment of clarity.

“I go to run a bath and come back to find you overwhelmed. Come, let me soothe you.”

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CHAPTER 18

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JESSICA

Vrokjan slides off the bed and waits for me. My heart sinks a little as he backs away, giving me room. For some reason, I thought he’d scoop me in his arms again, but I guess the spell is broken.

As he studies my face, his lips turn down into a frown. “You’re disappointed. Was the pleasure not satisfactory?”

My thighs quake as I climb down and stand in front of him. Thankfully, none of the weakness seems to be back. All that I’m dealing with now is post-sex quivering.

Leaning forward so the ornaments don’t get trapped, I wrap my arms around my waist. “It was very nice. Best I’ve had, in fact.” I’m not sure why I tell him that, but the beaming smile he gives me brushes away the sadness threatening to encroach.

“That’s very nice to hear. But it doesn’t explain why you’re so sad and sullen.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “I’m not sullen.”

Vrokjan grabs my bottom lip and pinches it softly. “Oh? This isn’t you being sulky?”

He has me there. I am sulky, just like when I was a teenager. I don’t like this regression. It undermines everything I worked hard and fought for. With a sigh, I drop my arms by my side.

“We just do things differently. That’s all. It’s a lot to get used to.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, walking off again. After several steps, he turns and looks at me, his eyebrow lifting in a way that has my stomach clenching. “Are you coming?”

“I thought I already did,” I grumble, walking after him.

His shoulders shake for a moment, the only thing showing he actually heard me. Stopping behind him, I stretch wide, shaking out my limbs. I certainly feel better, and that’s a bit of relief.

If it was indeed the dreaded C-word, a simple injection shouldn’t make me feel better. Then again, this is a different planet. Maybe they have proprietary medicine we just can’t access on Earth.

I try to keep the anger at bay as I think about what such a drug could have done for my mother. Not that I’d want to see her as some boobed-up sex slave. But if it kept her alive and healthy, what sort of monster would I be to refuse her?

Vrokjan turns at the door and stares at me, his gaze soft and pensive. He holds out his hand, waiting for me to approach. He’s so kind and patient with me, not at all as I expected.

Perhaps this visit can turn into something more, something helpful for the human race. I’ve sat with numerous lawyers as they negotiated major deals. Would it really be so hard to convince him to help Earth along with dragging away their women?

“If your brows furrow any more, you’ll get a headache.”

With a sigh, I rub the space between my eyes to calm the muscles down. “What exactly did Master Nagán give me?”

His lips turn down into a frown as he pushes away from the doorframe and strides over to me. “Why? Are you feeling worse?” Concern ripples off of him in waves, taking away the sting of his earlier rejection.

“No. Quite the opposite. I feel much better.”

He heaves an audible sigh as he gathers me into his arms. “Thank the Celestials. Why do you wish to know?”

I shrug, not sure how much I should reveal of my plan. “Well, it’s in my body. I’d like to know what’s making me better.”

Reaching into his suit, he pulls out the small communicator and holds it to his lips. Soon, Nagán is on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fucked it up already. It’s one packet in her food each meal starting tomorrow.”

Vrokjan bristles at his brother’s strident tone. “My cow is wondering what it is you’re giving her.”

“And you’re entertaining this? You really do have it bad. You’re certainly not this indulgent normally. It’s a simple protein powder created to aid her body in retaining and creating energy.”

Nagán rattles off a list of ingredients, only some of which I recognize. However, what gives me a slight sense of relief is nothing even remotely resembles the medicine Mom was on. Perhaps it really is just as simple as he says, and I’m not dying.

I cling to that notion, allowing it to shore me up. Besides, I’d like to think he would have said something, or at least acted concerned, whenever Vrokjan brought me to him. Dragging in a deep breath, I force all those thoughts from my mind and concentrate on the alien in front of me.

After he disconnects, he punches the screen a few more times. His eyes lock onto mine as he speaks to the person on the other end. “Bring food for me and my cow. We will not be dining with the others tonight.” His eyes darken as he smiles at me. “I find I still want you all to myself.”

Again, he stretches out his hand and waits for me to take it. Leading me into the bathroom, he stops as we cross the threshold, allowing me to take in the space. My brain almost can’t comprehend what I’m seeing.

A large tub sits on a dais to the side near a wall of windows. The view is both awe-inspiring and spectacular. By now, the suns have dipped below the horizon, allowing three moons to glow at various points.

They’re so large and seem so close. It’s as if I can reach out and touch them. Despite the brightness they bring, scores of stars are still visible. Vrokjan drops my hand, allowing me to walk over to the window.

“Is this real?”

He slides up behind me and cups my breasts, causing the ornaments to graze against my stomach for a moment before he takes them off and sets them to the side. “Yes. Icora is a beauty I’ve never witnessed anywhere else in all my intergalactic travels. But then, I’m biased.”

For the next several minutes, we stand there as he points out his planet’s constellations, easing the fake tinsel from my body. The stories behind them are similar to those on Earth, making it feel familiar to me. I lean against him, soaking in his strength as I listen.

This is what I wanted, what I craved. This closeness with the man who strips me of who I am until I’m left raw and wanting. Dragging me over to the tub, he helps me in.

I watch, my mouth watering as he slides the zipper down, revealing his body to me. For some reason, I no longer seem to care that he’s blue. It’s no longer startling, but is, instead, erotic.

Reaching out, I trail my fingers over his skin, noting the shifting colors. Just like farmers on Earth, the areas exposed to the sun are darker, giving way to a lighter blue. But this isn’t a farmer’s tan I’m used to.

Like all the other Ranchers I’ve seen, they tend to stay pretty covered up, leaving just their neck, face, and hands darker than the rest. His nipples, however, are nearly black, a stark contrast to the paler skin surrounding it.

My fingers drift over his skin, memorizing the muscular planes. When I graze his nipple, he sucks in a breath as his cock bobs between us. So human-like, yet different.

With an indulgent smile, he pushes my hand away and continues to undress. Stretching my arms wide, I let the warm water lap over me, easing the discomfort in my muscles and joints. If anything, I can certainly get used to a bathtub this size.

The water continues to pour in a continuous cycle, yet the tub never overflows. Even when Vrokjan climbs in behind me, the water displaces but never spills out onto the floor. Archimedes would be quite puzzled indeed.

With a sigh, I rest against his broad chest, soaking in the silent comfort he offers me. We lie there in the water for what feels like an eternity, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to break this spell.

It weaves around us, anchoring us together. Groaning, I let my eyes close as sleep threatens to overtake me. For the first time in a while, I feel safe and content.

Pleasure washes over me, forcing a soft moan past my lips. I’ve had erotic dreams before, but nothing like this. My inner walls flutter as I toss my head back and forth, desperate for release.

In the murky haze, I make out a blue shape as it hovers over me, thrusting in and out. I arch my hips, desperate for the release that eludes me. But just as I get near the point of orgasm, the sensations drift away, leaving me bereft.

Crying out, I beg this strange entity to let me come. My body is on fire, twisting, turning, and writhing as I try to find release. I go to move my hands, to get myself off since they’re not being accommodating, but I can’t move.

Somehow, that makes it even more erotic. Moans flit from my lips, sounding strange and foreign to my ears. Why does it sound like a cow mooing? I struggle to open my eyes, to end this weird dream.

But when I pry them open, reality sets in. Hard. Vrokjan hovers over me, his hands digging into my tender breasts. My cries reach a fever pitch as he drags the tip of his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Again, I try to move my hands, to grip his head and pull him closer as each drag of his lips brings sweet relief washing over me, but they don’t move. I look up and see them chained to the headboard. My core clenches as I realize how helpless I am.

Between my thighs, the little machine continues to work, stretching and pulsing, fighting against the tight grip of my pussy. It’s too much, too overwhelming. Frantic cries drip from my lips as I rock my hips back and forth.

Vrokjan soon switches to the other breast, stopping before the other is completely drained. My breast still feels heavy and full, sending shards of discomfort through the tissue. However, the moment he draws milk out of me, my brain short-circuits for a few seconds.

My pussy spasms. Not quite an orgasm, but my inner walls throb and ache, pulsing against the machine. Vrokjan pulls back and wipes his lips, his eyes glittering with dark intent.

“Celestials,” he groans. “I’ll never tire of the way you taste.”

He climbs up my body and straddles me with his massive thighs. His cock hangs thick and erect in front of my face. Precum pearls at his slit, taunting me, daring me to taste him.

Cupping his hand around the back of my head, he lifts me up. “Open wide.”

I stretch my mouth out as far as I can go, but even then, he can’t quite make it past the first bulge. It smacks against my lips as he pumps in and out, smearing his cum across my tongue. My eyes roll back as I taste him again.

It’s undefinable, otherworldly, and definitely far tastier than a human’s cum. There’s that bitter earthiness, but it’s more like coffee than anything else. At least, that’s the closest I can think of.

What makes it so delicious to me, however, is that bit of icy sweetness. It almost tastes like a peppermint cream or crème de menthe. Groaning, I swipe my tongue over his slit, desperate for more.

Just like my morning addiction, I crave that coffee taste as it burns down my throat with each swallow. Though it might be psychosomatic, I can almost feel myself waking up a bit more.

Above me, Vrokjan hisses and slams his hand against the headboard. He grips the wood as he fucks my face, riding me just as hard as I rode him. I suck on the plump tip of his cock as I tease his entrance with my tongue.

Harsh words flow from his lips in a language I can’t understand. But I don’t need a translator to know lusty curse words when I hear them. Granted, none of the men I’d been with ever lost control like Vrokjan does.

It makes my insides clench to know I’m doing that to him. He’s just as desperate for me as I am for him. The knowledge is heady, dripping through my veins, flooding me with arousal.

The machine seems to pick up on this and chooses that moment to swell, stretching me impossibly tight. The burn is nothing compared to the pleasure I feel as it pulses and writhes, mimicking his cock. Moaning around his girth, I suck in earnest as the first flutters of my orgasm rock through me.

Normally, I can’t come from just internal stimulation, but the sensations are close enough that they take the hungry edge off me. Vrokjan groans as I writhe beneath him. His cock pistons in and out of my mouth as he drops his hands to my head and holds me still.

I let him fuck my face, desperate for more of him to fill me up. With a loud shout, he grips his shaft, keeping the first bulge away from my teeth as he pumps with his hand. Rope after rope of thick cum spurts into my mouth.

The burn slides down my throat as I gulp up his essence, drinking from him as if I’m sipping on a hot cup of spiked coffee. His hips rock back and forth, slower this time as the final drops land on my tongue. Not fully satisfied, I suck on his tip, getting every last bit.

After a few moments, he hisses and jerks away, chuckling as he runs his fingers down my cheek. “I’m glad you desire my cum, but I’m getting a bit sensitive.” His smile is soft, kind almost, as he reaches up and unhooks my arms. “Celestials, but you’re perfect.”

His praise thrums through me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. With a yawn, I roll over, groaning as my breasts ache. Sliding my arms underneath, I cradle them, stifling a whimper.

“Don’t worry, my sweet pet. Your milk will be depleted soon. It’s time to get you ready for breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I shoot up in the bed, my eyes widening in shock. “How is it breakfast? I was just in the tub with you!”

“My sweet pet,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “You fell asleep. I milked you and put you to bed.”

Stunned, I sit there as he rummages around for his clothes. Deep inside, the machine seems to understand the gravitas of this moment and chooses to remain still. Perhaps it only activates when aroused?

But I can’t think about that right now. How did I sleep through a milking and dinner? I worry my bottom lip as I try to puzzle through the ramifications. With a laugh, he walks over to me and plants a kiss on my head.

The action is so intimate, as if we’ve been together for years instead of days. It makes my heart clench with both need and worry. It’s all happening far too fast.

“It’s not unusual for cows to be exhausted their first night. And you had two orgasms, far more than the usual herd. I’m not at all worried. Now then, to remind you, the rules of the house are different than the rules in the field. You’re still not allowed to talk, but you don’t have to wear your hooves. Only your tail.”

With a delicious smirk, he holds up the object in question. A shudder runs through me as the metal plug glints in the light. Right on cue, the machine inside moves again, forcing pleasure through my body.

“Do you need to relieve yourself before I put it in?”

I nibble on my thumbnail, trying to understand the sensations in my body. “Better safe than sorry?”

“That’s what I always say. Get on all fours.”

The moment I’m in position, he unhooks the machine, leaving my core empty. Relief floods my system as the constant stimulation stops. Reaching forward, he slides his finger in with little resistance.

His hum of satisfaction goes straight to my clit, making my nerve endings twitch. Soon, two fingers slide in, followed by a third. There’s no discomfort and only a slight burn as he stretches me.

“You’re dilating nicely. Now go to the bathroom so I can bring you to breakfast. The longer I wait to milk you, the more uncomfortable you’ll be.” He slaps my ass like a farmer would an actual cow.

I want to sass him, but the need to pee far outweighs any sense of hurt dignity. Shuffling back into the bathroom, I look around for a toilet and find none. Vrokjan walks in after me, a dark grin tilting his lips.

Squirming, I squeeze my thighs together as desperation beats at me. “Please tell me where the toilet is.”

“There isn’t one. Not for peeing, at least.”

I glance over at the tub, watching as the water continues to flow just like a fountain. The sound crashes against me, heightening my need. He couldn’t mean for me to use that, would he?

Gripping my arm, he leads me over to a corner and presses a button. The floor opens up to reveal a square thatch of grass. He has to be joking. I stare up at him, my jaw dropping open.

“This is where you’ll do your business. Afterward, I’ll clean you up.”

“No. No, no, no. This has to be some sick joke. I can’t just squat and pee.”

He tilts his head to the side. “I mean, you could just pee all over yourself, but that would make cleanup take longer. The longer that takes, the more your breasts will hurt. Is that what you want?”

Already the dull ache scratches at my skin. They’re so swollen and sore, as if him drinking from me did nothing. A soft whine claws at my throat as I look between him and the grass.

“Well? Are you going to be a good little cow for me and pee where you’re supposed to? Or am I going to have to hose you down and bring you to breakfast soaking wet?”

Kneeling down on the grass, I’m relieved to find it far softer than it looks. It’s as if I’m hunching down on silk as opposed to pale-blue grass. Spreading my knees wide, I lean back, humiliation burning through my core.

The worst part is the more he watches me, the more arousal gathers on my lower lips. It’s insane. I’m an adult career woman. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by being so degraded.