Page 18 of M!lked For His Pleasure

His eyes darken as his fingers wrap around my arms, anchoring me to him. The sliver of restraint he holds in place seems to wear thin as he continues to look at me. How I wish he’d let whatever noble intentions fall by the wayside and justfookme. Hell, death by sex sounds so good right now.

“Tell me, human,” he groans. “What thoughts lurk behind those pretty brown eyes of yours? I can do many things, but reading your mind is not one of them.”

Without thinking of self-preservation, I crawl up his body and thread my fingers through his hair. This time, I’m the one in control as I slant my lips over his, kissing him with all the desire I possess welling up within me.

Another growl vibrates the air around us as he holds me tightly against his chest. With an agility I’ve never before witnessed, he clutches me tighter against his body as he turns us over. In a flash, we’re no longer on the bench. Instead, he somehow managed to roll us over and onto the floor so that my back rests against the soft hay.

Still, he holds himself aloft, so he doesn’t squish or harm me. Such strength. Such virility. All it does is amp up the arousal until it drips from me, coating our bodies until every movement causes him to slide against me.

Pulling back for a moment, he stares down at me, his lips an angry slash against his face. “I know I have been lenient with you, my precious little Highland, but you are not in control here. You will never be in control.”

His hand grabs my wrists and pulls them up, stretching me out beneath him. He looms over me, his breath coming in harsh gasps that scrape his chest against my aching nipples. Again, that soft sound drips from my lips, disappearing into the wind to join the others around me.

Perhaps if I lie to myself, I can pretend it’s others mooing in desperation, and not me. But then… he hears everything and misses nothing. At the delicate sound, his lips curl into a devastating grin.

“Oh, my sweet, little heifer. Breaking you will be the most enjoyable thing I ever do in this lifetime.”

His dark words shouldn't entice me. They shouldn’t call to me, begging me to let him do whatever he wants. But I’m far past caring. “Please,” I whimper, the sensations overwhelming me to the point of begging. “Master, I beg of you.”

“Oh, I hear you. Trust me on this. I know just what you need, and I plan to give it to you.” He notches his fingers at my entrance. “Every fucking inch.” With each word, he slides in just a touch further, filling me up with his thick digits. “And whenI’m done, I’ll stuff your pretty little pussy full of my cock until you’re so full, you won’t be able to breathe.”

“God, yes!” I cry out, my core spasming around his intrusion.

He pulls out, then presumably adds another finger. It’s the only explanation as to why I somehow feel even more full. It certainly can’t be his dick. Each glide in and out is aided by the arousal just pouring out of me with each brutal thrust.

Gone is the nice, kind, and compassionate Rancher who was so gentle with me. In his place is a ravenous beast set to devour me. Each jerk of his wrist moves me against the hay, scraping my back against the floor.

The bite of pain, however, only drives my need even higher. He leans his head down and captures my nipple between his teeth, his lips curving against my breast. I hold my breath, every inch of me tightening as I wait for him to drink from me.

But he doesn’t. The bastard simply tortures me with his lips, teeth, and tongue, teasing me but not giving me relief. His fingers tighten against my wrist, holding me still as his other slams into me harder, drawing ragged yelps from my lips.

“Please!” I cry out, everything in me screaming for release. “Please, Master!”

He lifts his head only high enough to speak. “Moo for me again, my willful little Highland. Let this whole barn hear just how much you crave me.”

My mind splinters as he lowers his lips and sucks, drawing milk out of my breast and into his mouth. “Moo!” I scream out, no longer caring who hears me.

It’s not as if anyone actually cares. It’s what I’m here for. It’s what we’re here for. There’s no use pretending things to be different. Not when it grants me the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Master Antroli pulls away from my nipple. “That’s my good girl,” he groans, making lazy circles on my clit with his thumb.

Such a simple sentence, and yet, it means the world to me. He might never say it again, and God knows he’ll never say it in front of another Rancher. In that moment, however, I’m not just his cow. I’m his woman. His human woman.

My inner walls clamp down around his fingers as I moo again, the sound filled with desperation and longing. Switching to the other breast, he sucks from me again, forcing me to ride that razor-sharp line between pain, pleasure, and relief. I can no longer process what’s happening to me.

No thoughts flit in and out of my brain, disrupting my orgasm as with other men. The physical sensations are far too much for me to drift. I feel everything with such aching clarity, I want to sob.

Tears gather in my eyes as I arch up against him, groaning as his fingers curl, hitting that spot I love. He rams into it over and over, making me see stars with every stroke.

“I’m going to let you go now. Don’t you dare move, or I’ll deny you your orgasm. You will no doubt test me in many ways, but in this instance, do so at your peril.”

The moment his hand leaves my wrist, the temptation to bring them back down slams into me. It’s not out of the need to be disobedient, but to keep from being so open, so vulnerable. Biting down on my lower lip, I press the back of my hands against the hay, clutching the strands to keep me grounded.

For a few moments, Master Antroli watches me, seeing what I’ll do. His fingers remain still inside my pussy, giving me only sensation but no pleasure. It’s miserable. God only knows how worse it would be for me if I actually did disobey him.

Strands of desire weave around us, tying me to him as successfully as any captor who convinces their prey to fall in love with them. Only, for me, all it took was a fingerbang to surpass all other fingerbangs. It wasn’t days, weeks, months, or even years of fighting him before I succumbed.

It was a matter of minutes.

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