Page 90 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“I’m not saying everything you do is wrong. Well, it is to a regular human like me. But to the cows in the barn, just a few changes could really improve their lives. Like talking! Why on Earth are they not allowed to talk amongst themselves? Humans need friendship and companionship. And activities to keep them busy.”

The three looked at each other but didn’t have an answer.

“You see, there is no reason for it.”

Osin thudded his fist against the table. “We are off topic. 3592, continue with your own list and let us worry about the rest of the herd.”

I stood up, pressed my hands on the table and leaned forward. “My name is Loralei. No more of this 3592 bullshit. And that is non-negotiable.”

“Agreed.” Exton clasped his hands together. “Loralei is a wonderful name.”

“Exton!” Taclan yelled. “You can not agree without all of us conferring.”

“Yeah Exton,” Osin chimed in.

“It’s her name. What’s the harm in using it?” Exton stood up. “I’m getting some coffee. What do you want in yours Loralei?”

I jumped up. “Oh my God. You guys have coffee and haven’t been sharing? What the fuck is wrong with you assholes?” I yelled and then stopped short. “I haven’t signed the contract yet so you can’t punish me for that small slip up.”

I stared down at the floor. This was going to be harder than I thought. I slunk back to my chair and sat down to Exton’s laughter from the other room. When I lifted my gaze, Taclan and Osin were smirking at me.

“I foresee much punishment in your future,” Osin said in a gleeful tone. “Loralie.” He slowly annunciated my name.

Ah, fuck. He wasn’t lying. But at least they were using my name. “I will endeavour to do better,” I said demurely with my head bowed.

“It is almost time for your next milking.” Taclan knocked a fist on the table. “Are there any other stipulations you’d like to make to the contract or are you ready to sign?”

My breasts were getting that overfull feeling again, so I decided to hurry things along. “If you agree to the requests I’ve spoken of, I will sign now but reserve the right to make changes as we go.”

“I will add the items you’ve requested.” Taclan picked up the tablet and went to work. “That was one meal a week with us, correct?”

Exton came back into the room with a tray of drinks in huge metal mugs. Eagerly picking mine up, I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like home. When I attempted to take a sip, Exton stopped me with a hand in front of my mouth.

“It will be hot. Let it cool so you don’t burn yourself,” he warned.

I huffed out a breath. As if I hadn’t been drinking coffee since I was a kid. Hell, sometimes it was the only thing in our cupboards at home. Putting down the cup of heaven was an act of pure torture.

I smiled up at Exton. “Thank you for your concern.” I stroked the arm that was closest to me. “I’m glad I have such a strong, caring alien to take care of me.” Shifting my gaze to Taclan, I narrowed my eyes at him. “And it was once a day that I will be joining you at the table.”

I was going to have to keep my eye on the sly fucker and make sure to read over the contract very carefully so as not to miss anything he might try to slip in.

“Ah, yes. Apologies,” Taclan said in a very non-apologetic tone.

A small amount of milk leaked from my breasts causing me to look down. I picked it up on the tip of my finger, intending to wipe it. Before I had the chance, Exton grasped my finger and brought it to his mouth, licked it off and groaned. I let out a soft gasp when he sucked the digit into his mouth.

“I will never get enough of your sweetness.” Before I could react, he’d pulled my chair away from the table and scooped me up. “You need to be milked. We will finish the contract later.”

“Exton, what has gotten into you?” Osin strode over to our side of the table. “We agreed the contract should be signed before going forward.”

“I changed my mind.” Exton’s hold on me tightened. “I won’t let any of her delicious milk go to waste.”

“I can walk, Exton. Where’s the milking machine?” I thought they’d have one brought to my fenced area, but there hadn’t been one there when we’d left. Maybe they were going to take me to the barn.

“There is no need for a milking machine.” Taclan put down the tablet.

“We will not be selling your milk.” Osin smirked at me. “It will be for our personal use only.”

“Oh, well I guess that’s kind of sweet,” I replied as Exton carried me across the room. “Wait,” I shouted. “What about my coffee?”

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