Page 57 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Stunned, she could only stare at the bed. “Holy shit. You were serious about the whole milking thing?”

“I never joke about the program, little cow. Up on your knees so I can attach the pump to those pretty teats of yours.”

“They aren’t teats,” she grumbled. But she did as she was told, because she wasn’t eager to provoke his wrath. When she settled on her knees, her bottom resting on her heels, the tail shifted inside her, and the desire that had just begun to abate came roaring back to life with a vengeance.

God, she hoped she got used to all these different sensations soon. It was going to be a miserable twelve weeks if she was this horny all the time. Especially if Uncle Luke refused to let her come. The bastard.

Uncle Luke sat on the edge of the bed, but instead of picking up the pump, he cupped her breasts in his hands. Her body instantly responded to his touch, in a way it never had with any other man, need coiling low in her belly as her nipples pebbled into hard points.

“Such a responsive little thing,” he murmured, eliciting a gasp from her with a sharp tug on each nipple. “Are you still wet for me, little cow?”

Soaked. Aching. Desperate. And far too stubborn to admit it to his face. “No.”

“Naughty cow,” he chided with another, sharper tug. “This program requires complete and sometimes brutal honesty. Lying will only get you in trouble. So, let me ask again. Do you still want Daddy to make you come?”

Oh, fuck. Trickles of arousal slipped down the inside of her thigh and she had no doubt he could smell it on her.

And still, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it out loud. “No.”

Sighing heavily, he dropped her breasts, and she nearly wept at the loss of his hands on her. But she clenched her teeth together to keep from making a sound.

Uncle Luke rose from the bed and crossed the small room to an armoire she hadn’t paid much attention to before. She’d assumed it was where she’d keep her clothes, but when he opened it, she couldn’t hold back her gasp at the contents.

Crops, leather straps, and several long skinny canes were hanging from the rod inside the armoire. But he didn’t reach for any of them. Instead, he pulled open a drawer and she caught a glimpse of metal in his hand before he closed it again.

She got a better look at what he’d taken from the drawer when he approached her again. It was a metal bar with strips of leather attached to either end, and one of the strips had a silver buckle on the end. “Open your mouth, little cow.”

Pressing her lips together, she shook her head. There was no way she was letting him put that thing in her mouth.

“You don’t want to fight me, Dottie. There is no scenario where you come on top, I promise you that. Open your mouth like a good little cow, or you will be punished.”

Her gaze slid toward the armoire and he chuckled. “Yes, little cow. That’s what I mean when I say you’ll be punished. So unless you’d like to go to dinner with welts all over your pretty bottom, I suggest you do as you’re told.”

As much as she didn’t want that…thingin her mouth, she wanted another spanking even less. Especially a spanking with those evil-looking things in the armoire. Her bottom lip trembled a bit as she forced her lips apart.

“Good girl.”

The praise, spoken in that low rumble, sent her heart racing and her pussy throbbing. A moment later, the metal settled between her teeth as he buckled the leather straps behind her head.

With the bit in place, Uncle Luke returned to his spot on the bed, his expression somber. “I do not tolerate lies, Dottie. No matter how small they may seem. You will not hide anything from me, especially not your body’s responses to my touch. Have I made myself clear?”

An unfamiliar pressure sat heavy on her chest. Was he so forceful with all the students in his program?

It seemed like the worst kind of vanity to assume she was different from everyone else. Special, in some way. And yet, something deep down in her soul told her she was. And maybe it was delusional to think so, but just the thought of belonging to a man like Lucas Callaway had that pressure in her chest growing heavier. So she nodded her understanding, and the pressure in her chest lifted when she was rewarded with a warm smile. “Good girl. Now, let’s get you milked so you can go down to dinner and meet your new friends.”

Good girl.Two simple words that had her heart swelling as Luke attached the pump to her nipples, the tips of his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified by what was happening to her. If her friends back home could see her now… god. They’d never let her live it down.

Thoughts of her friends and their reactions to her current predicament were quickly chased from her mind when Luke pressed a button and the machine turned on. The cups on her breasts pinched slightly, but not so much that it was unbearable.

She whimpered when the tugging started it. The sensation was so similar to how Luke had pulled at her nipples that it sent those same jolts of need straight to her clit. And it wasn’tlong before she was squirming, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Still seated on the bed, Luke smiled, just enough for her to understand he was enjoying every moment of her torment. There was no trace of the man she’d grown up with, the Uncle who had given her piggy back rides at the beach and spoiled her with junk food and prizes at the local county fair every year. The man in front of her was someone else entirely.

And she desperately wanted to get to know every inch ofthisLuke.

“Such a sweet little cow,” he murmured, running a hand over her hair. His expression turned thoughtful as he petted her. “Would you like another chance to earn a reward?”

At the mention of a chance to earn the orgasm she’d missed out on earlier she perked up, nodding her head vigorously enough to make him chuckle in response. “All right. On all fours, with that pretty bottom nice and high for me.”

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