Page 148 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Stepping forward, he clipped a leash onto Cassie’s collar, jingling the little bell as he did so. Startled, she stepped back from him and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Come on, Cassie,” he said in a low crooning voice that often worked with jittery new arrivals.

It had the opposite effect on her.

She opened her mouth, looking like she was going to say something, then just in time remembered that hucows don’t talk. Her mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching, and she shook her head, taking another step back. There was a little gleam of challenge in her eye, as if she was testing him to see what he would do.

Brandon raised his eyebrows at her, nodding at her swollen teats. During the ride, they’d filled up again. She should be both full of milk and horny.

“Now, Cassie.” He made his tone sharper rather than soothing. From the way she was already challenging him, he wanted to lay down the proper tone from the beginning. He’d tried the easy way; now she was going to get the hard way. Matt had mentioned on the drive that she’d required a few swats to get her to stop peppering him with questions when he’d been loading her onto the truck. However, Brandon would also try some logic. She was smart. “Now, Cassie, you need to be milked, or you’re just going to get more uncomfortable. Stop balking.”

But she didn’t. Her expression turned mulish.

Guess they were going to do all of it the hard way.

Cassie

She was not making smart choices, yet she couldn’t help herself. The smart decision would be to go docilely with Brandon and get the lay of the land. But the moment he’d clipped a freaking leash onto her collar, she’d felt her stubbornness rise up.

What was he going to do if she didn’t follow along quietly?

What was life really going to be like here on Hathor?

What happened to hucows who weren’t obedient little herd members?

Brandon’s sunny disposition disappeared, gone in the blink of an eye, leaving him with a stern expression that had her heart pounding.

Oh, shit.

He’d seemed so easy going compared to Leo’s sober demeanor, but apparently not.

Cassie squealed as he pinched her nipple, using it to pull her upper body down, bending her at the waist. The tiny bud throbbed in protest at the rough use, especially as it was extra sensitive after the inspection earlier. It didn’t help that her breasts had swelled up with milk again, making her feel eager to find relief from the internal pressure.

After the auction, she knew what this position meant, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her hands had automatically gone to his wrist where he was holding her, rather than protecting her backside like she probably should have. But her nipple was throbbing, and she’d been so off balance, she’dgrabbed onto his wrist to help her stay in position… the perfect position to spank her.

Oh, no.

His hand came down on her butt, which was already sensitive from the earlier swats she’d been given. Cassie thought the sting had faded on the ride, but from the very first smack, she knew she was more tender than she would have been otherwise.

It freakinghurt.

“Ow, goddammit! Fucking hell!” The curses spilled out of her mouth. She was not built for quiet or keeping her mouth shut, and once the dam burst, she couldn’t hold it back, even though she knew it was making her entire situation worse. She kept cursing as he kept spanking her until she finally ran out of breath.

Still holding onto her nipple, holding her in place, Brandon kept bringing his hand down on her ass, over and over again, making her dance in place. Her nipple throbbed between his fingers, a small stream of milk squirting down onto the ground, some of it getting on his boots. Not that he seemed to care.

Tears sparked in her eyes. She had no idea when—if—he planned to stop, and she was sure her butt was turning bright red from the chastisement. The stinging pain grew with every slap of his hand against her upturned bottom until she finally managed to stop cursing. Her tears dripped down along with her milk, making her gasp and pant, but once she stopped cursing, Brandon finally stopped spanking her.

His finger stayed on her nipple, though, rolling it through his fingers, stimulating the little bud. Her breasts ached. How could she be so horny again already? Why was she horny when her ass felt like it was on fire?

She didn’t know, but she was.

Her pussy was throbbing as much as her nipple and her ass but for an entirely different reason.

“Good girl,” Brandon crooned, back to the softer voice now, but she wasn’t fooled. That charming grin and soothing tone hid a hardass. “Now, we’re going to go get you milked, and you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Cassie found herself nodding, which was not like her at all. Since when had she ever cared about being a good girl? But she liked hearing him say it. Also, she really didn’t want another spanking right now. So, when he let her straighten up, she followed him down the path to the barn. Leo and Meggie had already disappeared—likely the other woman was a far more cooperative hucow than Cassie was. She certainly hadn’t seemed interested in putting up a fight.

Though Cassie hadn’t thought she would either, but just something about Brandon both made her want to fight back and be a good girl for him. She couldn’t explain it. She’d never met anyone who had that kind of effect on her.

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