Page 143 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“No, sweetheart,” Leo said, chuckling. “And I know you were already told that.”

“Why?” Brandon asked at the same time. “Why do you want to see so badly?”

They blindfolded the cows to help prevent distress at the sights. In the distant past, when procedures were being established, the hucows had responded better tonotbeing able to see while being inspected. They’d certainly never had one who begged to be unblindfolded before.

The blindfold might help her right now because he was pretty sure she rolled her eyes at him, though he obviously couldn’t prove it.

“I want to know who’s touching me.”

If he’d had doubts about whether or not she’d rolled her eyes, her patronizing tone confirmed it. Leo gave her a sharp swat, apparently objecting to her tone. Her head turned slightly, her tone becoming less sarcastic and a little sweeter, changing now that she realized there were consequences. Or maybe she’dforgotten herself before, and the swat had reminded her to be more polite.

“And who’s spanking me.”

“It doesn’t really matter though, does it?” Leo asked, seemingly now curious as well. “You realize you’re being put up for auction and that you don’t get to choose who buys you, yes? That was explained to you?”

The smile that spread across her lips made Brandon want to give in to her request, if only so he could see the full effect.

“I know.”

He couldn’t hold back his laughter. Shaking his head, he gave her breast a squeeze.

“Think you can manipulate being bought by your choice, do you?” She wanted to be able to inspect the buyers the same way they inspected her. Chances were, she would change how she acted in order to curry favor with the one she wanted.

Another good reason to keep the hucows blindfolded. She was a little manipulator. Whoever added her to their herd would have to keep a close eye on that… a close eye on her. She was the type who could be disruptive to the entire herd if not handled correctly.

Brandon was good at that kind of training.

He was the hands-on partner, running their ranch and the hucows, while Leo did most of the administrative and financial duties. Both of them could do either job, and they helped each other out regularly, but they also both had their preferences on what they did on a daily basis. Brandon liked being with the hucows, settling the new ones in, ensuring the herd was behaving, keeping an eye on the hands, and making sure they got the best quality milk possible.

Of course, the fact that happy cows made the best milk, and a happy cow was a well-fucked cow, thanks to the serum, was no hardship.

He gave Cassandra’s breast another little squeeze.

“I can be a handful when I want to,” she replied, answering his question. There was a little snippy note in her voice again. Apparently, she was saving her sass for him, which was interesting.

Brandon knew what to do with a sassy hucow.

Cupping both of her breasts, he gave them a rougher squeeze, running his thumbs over her nipples. They’d be extra sensitive now after all the suckling and pinching from multiple mouths and fingers. She sucked in a breath.

“Yes, you are,” he murmured, because she certainly was a handful… in more ways than one. “If you think there’s a single person in this room who couldn’t master you if they wanted to, you’re going to find out that you’re very mistaken.”

Rather than giving her a chance to respond, he put his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and letting out a low moan as the first spurt of sweet, creamy milk filled his mouth.

Her milk was as sweet as she was sassy. It didn’t matter how many other cows he’d tasted; hers was the best by far today.

Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye; Leo moving around to take a look. Brandon hefted her other breast, offering it to his friend and business partner, and suppressing the little flash of jealousy he felt when Leo took her other nipple and sucked, causing her to moan again.

He’d never felt jealous of Leo, not even when playing with one of his favored cows… though he’d never been as drawn to any of them as he was to Cassie. But she was likely to remain a favored cow, like the others. Eventually, he’d tire of her in the same way.

That’s if they won the auction for her.

Taking another deep suckle of creamy milk, he felt certainty settle inside him.

If they could afford her, they were taking her home with them.

Chapter Two

Brandon

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