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“Only ifyouwant to.”

She taps the head of my cock with the milker. “Now that is a very good answer. Lucky for you, I do. Are you ready?”

I’m not sure that I’ll ever be prepared for such a thing, but I’m also wildly curious at this point. I nod.

Michaela taps a button on the side of it and the milker expands, a curved panel extending to add width to it. She climbs back onto my lap and faces me, and we both watch as she carefully fits the metal-and-plas sleeve over my cock. It’s a bit loose with the new expansion, but when she activates it, the milker shrinks down to fit itself snug around my cock.

And then it begins to work. It pumps my cock, trying to milk it like one of the animals in the barn, sucking and moving and?—

The breath explodes from my body. Sensation whirls through me and I barely manage to hold on to the arms of the chair as a climax flares through my system. I make a choked sound, but Michaela is right there, kissing me on the mouth, her lips hungry as she rocks against me and the milker works my cock with smooth, measured, sucking motions.

I come.

And I come again.

I’m almost certain I come a third time in quick succession. And all the while, Michaela is right there, cupping my face and touching my chest and telling me how much she loves this and how sexy she finds me. By the time she turns the milker off and pulls my cock free, there’s a puddle in my lap and I’m in a daze, my vision edged with black. I take deep, sucking breaths, utterly exhausted…and I’ve never felt better.

Michaela sits up and pulls my head against her breasts. “You were amazing, Aithar. Thank you for letting me play with you.”

“Can….can I touch you…now?” I ask, lungs heaving. I don’t know where I’ll find the strength. I just know that pleasuring her has somehow become one of the things I need most in the universe. If Michaela can give me that much pleasure, I want to return it.

But she just cradles my cheek and taps it lightly. “Not today, babe. I’m not ready.”

“That is probably best,” I admit. “I think I will have trouble moving after all that.”

She chuckles, running her hands through my hair. “It was fun though, wasn’t it?”

I make a hoarse sound that might be a laugh or a groan. “If I have more fun like that, I suspect it will kill me.”

Her laughter is sweet, as sweet as the caresses she lavishes upon me while I struggle to catch my breath. “Will you come over tomorrow, Aithar? Same time?”

Nothing would keep me away from her after today.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

ONE MONTH LATER

MICHAELA

Aithar flopsdown on the bed next to me and groans. I grin to myself, rolling onto my side so I can watch him recover. Every time he comes, he acts as if his entire being is about to fall to pieces. It’s all very dramatic and adorable and I love to watch him and the look of wonder on his face. He scrubs a hand over his brow and turns to look at me, expression utterly adoring. “You are a marvel.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty awesome.”

“Awesome does not even begin to describe it.” His hand slides to his chest, over the tattoos on his heart. “You are the most generous of females. And you never ask for anything for yourself. Truly, I do not understand it.”

I shrug.

In truth, I’m not sure I understand it myself. In the month that we’ve been meeting up—or dating, I suppose—Aithar has come over every day. And every day, I’ve been the one in control.Every day, I’ve been the one that establishes when and where we kiss and for how long. I’m the one doing the touching. I’m the one giving the pleasure. I enjoy it, too. I love Aithar’s sweet and genuine responses to my touch. I love how amazed he is when I make him come. I love how he cries out my name when I suck on his cock, or when I tickle that spot underneath his balls that makes him go wild. In short, I’m giving him everything I can and the only thing I’m taking for myself are kisses…and control.

But oh man, I love that control.

In the past, my relationships have been equal, with my partner giving as much as taking. With Aithar, however, just the thought of ceding my control and letting him take charge has me in a panic. I end up tying him to the bed and giving him strategic hickies until he no longer remembers to ask when it’s his turn to do me.

It’s been a month of fooling around and I’ve been enjoying myself more than I thought I would. I thought after a few rounds of kissing and some heavy petting, I’d get tired of seeing Aithar. I’d seal myself into my isolation once more, focusing on my dairy farm alone and saving up money to buy back my sister. Yet the days pass, and I tell myself that this time, this time, I’m not going to invite Aithar over again the next day.

Each time, we part with a kiss and me demanding that he come back the next day, which he enthusiastically agrees to. And I’m delighted that he’s interested in returning, too.

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