Page 64 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Her eyes widened slightly and he nearly groaned at the picture of tortured innocence she made. “You’ve been goingeasyon me?”

“Yes. Once you’re mine, I can promise you won’t go a day without a red bottom and my cum dripping down your thighs. I will hurt you and I will own every inch of this gorgeous body.” He brushed the hair from the tear-stained face. “And I will worship you, and cherish you, and protect you. I will demand a lot from you, I’m not going to lie, but in return I’ll give you… everything.”

The silence between them felt thick enough to slice with a knife. But then she nodded, and the weight he hadn’t even realized was sitting on his chest lifted. “Yes. Yes, I want to be yours. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it, but?—”

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he yanked her forward, crushing his lips to hers and cutting off her self-deprecation. To his utter delight, she surrendered instantly, opening for him, welcoming him in. She tasted of tears and innocence, and he groaned as his cock swelled painfully against his jeans.

“On your knees, little cow. Daddy’s going to breed you like the good little heifer you are.”

Every inch of her body was on fire for him. Even as his words drew a flush of humiliation to her skin, she ached for him. For his touch, for his dominance.

For her Daddy.

Scrambling off his lap, she knelt on the floor, arching her back to give him full access to her dripping pussy.

“Such an obedient little cow when it means getting your pussy filled, aren’t you?” he asked with a low, wicked chuckle. “Don’t worry, little darlin’. I’m going to fill you so full of Daddy’s cum you wouldn’t be able to walk straight even if I was inclined to allow it.”

The sound of a zipper lowering met her ears a moment before he thrust into her, stretching her pussy with a burn that had her crying out as he filled her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Dottie-girl. Squeezing Daddy’s cock like a good little cow.”

God, she shouldn’t like that, should she? Shouldn’t enjoy the humiliation of being reduced to nothing more than an animal to be used for his pleasure.

But she did. Her pussy spasmed around his cock at his words, drawing another groan from him. “That’s my good girl. Let me hear you moo while your greedy cunt milks Daddy’s cock.”

Pleasure rippled through her as he pounded into her with deep, hard strokes. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to obey. Mooing while she was being milked was one thing; mooing while she was being fucked into oblivion was quite another.

She shook her head, and her defiance was rewarded with a flash of pain as his fingers dug into her welted ass. “I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you,” he said when she cried out. “I warned you, little cow, that I would demand complete and utter obedience. Moo for me, and I might let you come before I fill your pretty little pussy.”

Memories of the day before when he’d denied her filled her mind and she nearly wept. Another strapping would be preferable to that.

“M-moo,” she whispered, the word catching in her throat.

Another squeeze, another jolt of pain. “You can do better than that, little cow.”

“Moo.” Louder this time, but only enough to earn her a disappointed sigh.

“Obviously you don’t want to come that badly. Time is running out, Dottie-girl. Once I fill you up, you won’t get another chance at release until tomorrow.”

Fuck. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. Never had she wanted anything as much as she wanted to come with his thick cock buried inside her.

Dragging in a deep breath, she threw her head back and let out a long, loud “Moo!”, the sound echoing off the walls of his immaculate office.

“Good little cow.” His praise, thick with his own need, sent a shiver of pleasure racing up her spine. Sliding his hand over her rump, then her hips, he circled her clit as his pounding grew more frantic. “Come for Daddy, my good little Dottie-girl.”

The pleasure he’d been denying her exploded out from her core, molten rivers of it racing along her veins as she let out another lowing moo, her pussy spasming around his cock. And then he was driving into her one final time, the warmth of his cum coating her womb.

“Fuck, baby. That was amazing. Come here, little cow.”

They curled up together on the rug in his office, him still fully clothed other than his half-hard cock jutting out from his open jeans. There was something intimate about being completely naked while he remained clothed, something primal that spoke to the nature of their relationship.

Humming contentedly, she snuggled closer to him. “Uncle—um, I mean… shit, what do I call you now?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

“You, little cow, will call me Daddy. I’ll make sure the staff knows that if you ever use my name or, god forbid, call meUncle Lukein their presence that you are to be sent directly to me for correction.”

Embarrassment crept into her cheeks, but she couldn’t deny the little flutter of pleasure just under her heart his words inspired. Everyone would know she washis. “Yes, um, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Did you have a question for me?”

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