Page 27 of M!lked For His Pleasure

When we arrive, I yank the door open to the back, nearly tearing it off the hinges. Fiona gasps as she stares at me, her chocolate eyes turning molten as they drift down my body to where the outline of my cock presses against the stretchy fabric. Though her lips say nothing, her expression says it all.

With a demure smile, she gets on all fours and lowers herself, putting her ass high in the air. Celestials, she’s a vision. Snatching up the lead, I yank her toward me, precum pearling at my tip as her hips sway with each movement forward.

Some unknown expression glints in her eyes, and I cannot wait to get to the bottom of it. Leading her into the house, I pause long enough to acknowledge Nagán. He sits in the mainfoyer as he studies his nails, his brows pulled down into a bored pout.

“Where’s Vrokjan? I thought there was an emergency?”

“He’s tending to Jessica at the moment. I’m sure he’ll be along shortly.”

“And your cow? How does she fare?”

Next to me, Fiona’s lips twist into a scowl, but she remains silent.

“As far as I know, she’s well. Thank you for inquiring.”

He waves his hand, motioning for us to leave. It’s obvious he’s done with this conversation. “Do not thank me. It’s not as if I actually care. I just want to make sure my services are not needed outside of Vrokjan’s ‘emergency’.”

When he does those stupid quotation marks in the air, the urge to punch him nearly overrides my rational thought. If not for Fiona by my side, watching the interaction with a hint of fear tightening her features, I would tell him which orifice he can shove his assumptions up.

As it is, we clearly need him. If Vrokjan thought it was important enough to call his brother away from the clinic, then he’s here for a purpose. Pissing him off won’t aid in that endeavor.

Tugging on Fiona’s lead, I take her down the hall and into my bedroom. With a sigh, I drop the length of rope to the floor and walk over to the side wall. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

She leans back, nearly sitting on her tail. “Yes, Master.”

“Come.” I motion for her to crawl to me.

In this house, she can walk as one of us if she likes, but there’s just something so erotic about watching her ass move back and forth as she does my bidding. Once she’s closer, I unhook the lead and hang it from a small hook.

“The rules in the house are a little different from the rules out in the field. Here, you do not have to wear your hooves. Only your tail.”

“And the ears?”

My lips widen into a grin. “Those are for me. You are to wear them unless I take them off.”

Again, she slides backward, the motion lifting her breasts high in the air. “And this?” her slim fingers dance up her sternum to slide under the collar around her neck.

Her actions highlight the curve of her breasts as she twitches back and forth, making them sway. Celestials, but this little heifer will be the death of me. My balls clench as I watch this little show she puts on, my mind churning.

Until now, she’s never been this forward. Well, except that moment where she kissed me. Is it because we’re away from the others and she thinks she’s free to do whatever she pleases? Crossing my arms, I look her up and down, drinking in her curves.

“That won’t come off until you choose to leave me.”

Her actions still. “I- can leave?”

Pain drills into my heart at her breathless words. “Wishing to be free of me so quickly?” Acid drips from my lips as I turn from her to walk inside the bathroom.

I should have known this was too good to be true. My perfect cow only thinks of going back to her home planet. But then, wouldn’t I if the roles were reversed? The idea of her not being in my life, even after only being with her for a few hours, cuts like a knife slicing through my gut.

“You misunderstand, Master,” she murmurs, sliding her hand over my arm in a caress so soft I almost don’t feel it. “It’s not a wish to go home right now. I just didn’t realize I had the option.”

“You weren’t told?” My brow furrows as I turn to look at her, desperate to find the lie in her words. “All cows brought on board are supposed to be made aware that all modifications done to your body are reverted back at the end of three hundred and sixty-five Earth solar rotations. That is, if you choose to go home.”

“Damn,” she mutters under her breath. “I wonder if any of the changes are negotiable. I’d love to continue seeing without the need of glasses.”

My lips twitch as I look at her face, imagining what she looks like with them on. Adorable, most likely. But then, I’m sure anything she’d wear would look that way to me.

Shrugging, I look away from her, wishing to end this line of inquiry. “That, I don’t know. When cows choose to leave at the end of their cycle, they are no longer in our control.”

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