Page 58 of M!lked For His Pleasure

She moved into position, arching her back to give him better access. His fingers slipped easily into her soaked pussy and she moaned around the bit. Again the pumps tugged at her nipples, giving her that little bit of something more she didn’t even know she’d wanted before today as he stroked her clit.

“That’s my good little cow. Are you going to moo for me, darlin’?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks and she shook her head. Moo for him? He couldn’t be serious.

“Then you won’t be allowed to come. Again. This is the last chance I’ll give you tonight.

A sob bubbled up in her chest. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. And the burgeoning ache between her thighs only added to her shame.

Was mooing for him really so bad? Especially when it was only the two of them?

Dragging in air through her nose, she closed her eyes—and mooed. The low sound was muffled somewhat by the bit in her mouth, but it was clearly a moo all the same.

“Such a good little cow!” he praised, pressing harder against her clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through her body. “Again, and I’ll let you come all over Daddy’s hand.”

Daddy.There was that fucking word again. The word she couldn’t bring herself to say, even though it made her empty pussy spasm with need every time he said it.

Ignoring her conflicting feelings over calling him Daddy, she mooed again. With every stroke of his fingers over her clit the need in her belly coiled tighter and tighter. Until, at long last, it exploded inside her, sending waves of molten pleasure racing through her veins.

When she was finished, Luke removed the pumps from her breasts as well as the bit in her mouth, all while praising her and telling her what a good heifer she was. And when he ran a calloused hand down her back to her bottom, giving it a gentle pat, she couldn’t help but think that she might actually enjoy being his sweet little cow.

Thankfully, they went straight to the dining hall after her milking session. She hadn’t eaten much of anything all day, and the milking combined with the orgasm had her feeling positively ravenous. By the time she was guided to what looked like an actual feed trough, she was hungry enough not to complain about being forced to eat like an animal.

Each trough had four little compartments, one for each of the cows, and she was led to an empty space beside a voluptuousredhead who sat back on her haunches as they approached, a wide smile stretched across her pretty freckled face. “Hi! I’m Alice. You must be Dottie, my new roommate!”

Dottie looked up at Luke, who nodded. “I think you and Alice will realize you have a lot in common. Enjoy your dinner, darlin’, I’ll be back to check on you before bed.”

“Oh, but… you’re not staying with me?” Panic tightened like a band around her chest at the thought of him leaving. It was one thing for someone she knew to be doing so many intimate, embarrassing things to her. She wasn’t sure she could handle complete strangers touching her the way Luke had.

“No, but you’re in good hands, little cow. Alice here will answer any questions you have and I’m only a call away if you really need me.”

With another pat on the head, he turned and strode away, pausing only to chat with Miss Pearl at the doorway before continuing on.

He didn’t even bother to look back.

Chapter Seven

Leaving Dottie in the dining room instead of taking her up to his house with him was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. When she’d looked up at him with those pretty brown eyes, silently begging him not to leave, he’d nearly given in.

But she was here for a reason. And while he fully intended to make her his by the time this was all said and done, she wasn’t going to get the help she so clearly needed if he pulled her out of the program to be his own personal pet.

No matter how much he wanted to do exactly that.

He could already see how much good the program was doing her. One spanking and some firm boundaries had made a significant impact on her behavior in less than twenty-four hours.

Which made him wonder if maybe the problem wasn’t so muchheras it was her environment. As much as he loved Jerry and Sheila, they’d always been more hands off with Dorothy than Luke felt they should have been. It was entirely possiblethey were merely reaping what they’d sown. Not that it excused any of her behavior, but it could certainly explain some of it.

With that thought in mind, he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened Jerry’s contact information to call. His friend picked up on the third ring, his tone wary and guarded when he answered. “Hello?”

“Hey. Just thought I’d call and give you an update on Dorothy.”

The silence coming from the other end of the phone was oppressive. Eventually Jerry sighed, and Luke could have sworn he almost sounded annoyed. “Go ahead.”

“She’s settling in well. Honestly, other than the tantrum in your office she’s been relatively well-behaved. I think she’ll do well in the program.”

“Really?” Surprise colored Jerry’s tone. “I thought you’d have a fight on your hands, at least at first.”

“From what you and Shelia were telling me, I expected the same.”

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