Page 53 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Dottie’s gaze met his, and he could have sworn he caught a smirk on her lips before she turned away, denying him the view of her breasts. Hooking her fingers in her skirt, she bent at the waist as she pushed it and her panties down over the swell of her hips, her shapely legs, before finally letting the material pool at her feet.

Even from a distance, he could see the arousal glistening between her thighs. Whether it was from her current circumstances or just a holdover from when he’d spanked her this morning, he wasn’t sure. Either way, his mouth literally watered at the sight, and he discreetly swiped at his chin to make sure he wasn’t drooling.

Perhaps not discreetly enough, judging by the way Pearl’s eyes narrowed.

“Enough showing off, little cow,” Pearl said with a snap of her fingers. “Go bend over that bench so we can get you fitted with your tail.”

Dottie popped up and spun around, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. “My what?”

“Your tail,” Luke said, earning him a narrowed-eyed glare.

“What do you mean, ‘fitted’?”

That complete lack of awareness shouldn’t appeal to him so much. A man like him, a man with his needs, his desires, should want a submissive who knew her own mind. A submissive who could give him everything he wanted without losing herself in the process.

And yet, he was tempted to bend his naïve little cow over the sawhorse in the middle of the room and fuck her senseless before turning her into his own personal pet.

Down, boy. You’ll have your turn. Soon.

Instead of answering her verbally, he crossed the room to where the brand new cow’s tail was hanging from the wall. Plucking it from the wall, he held it up for her inspection, and he nearly grinned when her gaze zeroed in on the black rubber plug the tail was attached to.

“What’s that?” Her voice had risen to a squeak he could barely hear.

“This?” He swung the tail, watching with perverse delight as her gaze followed the plug back and forth as though he was attempting to hypnotize her.

Perhaps, in a way, he was.

“This is how we attach your tail, darlin’. Any guesses where this nice fat plug is going to go?”

Her gaze snapped from the tail to him and she shook her head as the realization dawned. “No. No, youcan’t.”

“Oh, I absolutely can. And I suggest you get yourself over that bench like Miss Pearl told you to before you’re wearing this plug inside a very sore, very welted bottom.”

Tears filled her eyes as she shoved her hands behind her to cover her backside, as if that alone could protect her from him. The movement caused her breasts to jut out even further, her pretty pink nipples hard as pebbles despite her fearful protests. Or perhaps, he thought with no small amount of glee, because of her fear. “No! Uncle Luke, please! I’ll be good forever, justpleasedon’t make me wear a tail!”

Well, that hadn’t taken nearly as long as he’d expected. If he was being honest with himself, he was a little disappointed she’d broken so quickly. He’d been looking forward to watching her fight for a bit.

Then again, he’d witnessed first hand how she’d played her father. It was entirely possibly she was attempting the same with him now. If that was the case, his naughty little cow was about to discover he wasn’t a man so easily swayed by a pretty pout and crocodile tears.

“It’s Master Lucas, to you, little cow,” Pearl snapped, her patience obviously wearing thin.

As was Luke’s, if he was being honest. While he appreciated and respected Pearl, he wanted to deal with Dottie on his own terms. “I can take it from here, Pearl. I’ll get Dottie back to her room when she’s dressed.”

Pearl’s mouth pressed into a thin line, a clear sign she was holding back her temper. But after a tense moment, she gave a sharp nod of agreement. “Very well. I’ll trust you to inform her of her schedule and expectations for the rest of tonight and tomorrow morning, as well.”

“Of course.”

He waited for the door to shut behind Pearl before turning his attention back to Dottie, who was watching him with fearfuleyes. His cock, already impossibly hard, jerked against the stiff denim of his jeans and he had to bite back a moan at the discomfort she was causing him.

“Come now, my sweet little cow.” Dropping his voice low, he kept it as soft and soothing as he could manage. “This will be much easier for you if you don’t fight it. I might even be inclined to ensure you enjoy the process if you can be a good girl for me.”

That certainly got her attention. Curiosity and a bit of excitement replaced the fear in her eyes. “What do you mean by ‘enjoy the process’?”

Smart girl. “If you get yourself into position right now, I will allow you one orgasm once your tail is in place.”

He could see the wheels turning in her mind. “What’s to stop me from getting myself off when I get to my room?”

It didn’t escape his notice that she didn’t try to argue she wasn’t turned on. “You’re welcome to try. But you may find it a little difficult with your hooves on.”

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