Page 113 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Was I supposed to be grateful?

He smiled as he took hold of my shoulders and turned me to face him.

I looked away, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze, but he took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him.

His grip was tight, but not painful and I tried to stay still.

"Good," he murmured.

His gaze swept over my body and lingered on my heaving breasts. He released his hold on my jaw and trailed his fingers down over my new collar, and then pushed aside the gossamerfabric of the gown I'd been dressed in to expose my aching breasts to the cool air of the room.

I closed my eyes as Nokken's fingertips traced down the firm mounds of my breasts and circled the golden caps on my nipples before he tugged gently on the slender chain that connected them.

I tried my best to stifle my moan, but I couldn't help myself.

His smile was alluring and the glitter in his eyes was hungry.

"Are you— Are you the one who put the cameras in my room?" I blurted out.

He nodded, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and I ached to kiss him.

"I— You saw everything," I said.

He nodded again. "Everything."

"I— The salve... did you send that?"

"I did."

My cheeks burned with shame and arousal, both emotions equally strong.

"Then you know that I touched myself..."

"I wanted you to."

"I was thinking about you when I did it," I admitted quickly before I could stop myself.

"Did you?"

"But you're... better than I imagined," I said.

I felt like a nervous teenager admitting that she has a crush on the quarterback who's way out of her league.

He seemed pleased by my confession and he seemed to look at me differently... like I was more than just a corporate commodity

"Do you want— Do you want more than my milk?" I dared to ask.

He inclined his head, lips pursed as he considered my question.

"You must be aching to be milked," he murmured.

"I am," I choked out, and any hope I might have had that I would be treated differently died in my chest as soon as it was hatched.

His touch was gentle as he rubbed his thumbs over the golden caps and I couldn't bite back my moan at the pressure on my nipples as he did so.

"As you might have guessed, I've purchased your next milking for my own... enjoyment," he said. "At great expense, of course. It's most... irregular. But there are certain privileges that come with my position." His dark gaze held me captive. "But I want to savor what I've purchased." He looked me up and down with a smile upon his handsome emerald green face. "Will you fill my glass?" he asked.

I nodded meekly as he pulled the golden caps from my nipples and I almost groaned at the way my breasts throbbed as I reached up to massage my engorged teats.

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