Page 19 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
The fact was I was helpless without him.
My breasts throbbed and ached when they weren’t drained.
I closed my eyes against another wave of pain.
“Dr Novikov?”
“Hmmm,” he said, but when I opened my eyes he was flipping through my chart.
“May I have some painkillers, please?”
He looked up from the clipboard with a smile.
“Of course you can, my sweet,” he said, hooking the chart on my bed.
I watched him as he went to the other side of the room. He came back with a needle and a small glass bottle with a white label on it.
“Now I need something from you, my sweet.”
Games. Was he toying with me?
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, my sweet,” he said as if I’d called him a monster.
He was worse.
I waited, cautious.
“You come on my fingers while you get milked,” he murmured with a smile.
I gasped and shook my head.
“Sure, your call,” he said, turning his back on me.
My heart fell when he put the vial and needle away.
???
“Mmm. Thicker, creamier,” he murmured before he resumed sucking my nipple.
He kept pausing to lick around my entire nipple, torturing one then moving to the next, rotating round and round again. A slow, endless loop of torture.
Day by day, wearing me down.
Five days of pain and I was finished.
“Dr Novikov?”
His grey eyes lifted but his mouth remained latched onto my nipple.
“I need the pain meds,” I whispered.
“Oh, my sweet. I want to give them to you, but…”
“I’ll try,” I said, looking away from his peering eyes.
“My good little heifer,” he said, moving down the bed.“I’ll be gentle, my sweet.”
I closed my eyes and fought the urge to cry.
