Page 32 of Milking His Lass

“I want to see my mum,” I blurt out. “And I want money to go to her in my absence.”

He stands there, dumfounded for several moments. He simply blinks at me with his jaw slack. “And here I was thinking you were going to ask for some special food or treat. Like coffee or something.”

“Well. I was actually but- Wait. You know coffee? Oh, God. I can have coffee?”

Reaching past me, he turns off the shower without saying a word. Once more, silence descends upon us as he steps out and holds a towel. Did I fuck up somehow? I knew my mouth was going to get me into trouble. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe this means he’ll just send me back to Earth since I’m so much of a hassle.

My heart squeezes at that thought until I find myself struggling for breath. This is what I want. Right? I want to go back home. I don’t want to be a cow. But then, I’m not just a cow here, am I? I’m his cow. Master Antroli’s.

Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? He walks away from me and steps out into the bedroom, leaving me to dry off by myself. Tears burn my eyes as I wrap the cloth around my hair and twist it into a turban.

Naked, I follow him, stopping short as he pulls up a small screen off on the far wall. His fingers fly over the keyboard, sending symbols I don’t recognize up on the monitor. Makes sense though. I have a translator for their speech, but not for my eyes.

Can’t let us have that much power. Slinking by him, I try to go over to the bed when his hand snakes out and grabs my arm. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“The bed? I figured you’d want to use me after you’re done.”

“Is that how Earthlings normally communicate with their parents?”

I stand there, shock rooting me to the floor. “I- You’re letting me speak with her?”

“I had to check the regulations first, but there is no mention of communication off this planet. Neither is there anything about sending money intergalactically either on my behalf or on the behalf of a cow. But there will be stipulations put in place if I allow you to do this.”

“Naturally,” I bark out with a humorous laugh. “I don’t ever expect anything less from you lot.”

“Careful,” he warns, his eyes darkening as he turns fully toward me. “I’m only allowing this because you please me. I expect you to continue if you wish to keep communicating. Make no mistake, little cow. I hold all the…” he pauses for a moment, as if searching for the right word. “Cards. As generous as I am, I can turn it off in a second.”

“Yes, Master. I apologize for my impertinence.” I do my best to infuse some sort of respect into my tone, but he and I both know it’s not as genuine as it can be.

“This is mostly to make sure no one comes looking for you while you’re here. I don’t want a manhunt on your behalf from your family. When you call her, you need to tell your mother you’re being sent to another location. One where reception is not guaranteed. You will do your best to get in touch as much as you can, but she should not worry about you.”

A relieved sigh flits through my lips as I nod. “Yes, Master. I can certainly do that.”

“Now, as far as money goes. How much do you send and when?”

“I usually do about three hundred pounds every two weeks. Just to help her and Father with bills and such.”

He turns from me, a frown slashing across his face. After several moments, he smiles. “Certainly doable on my salary. This does mean more of your milk will need to be sold to compensate. I know some others who are willing to be private buyers. While I don’t like the idea of them sampling your milk, they won’t have to know which cow it comes from.”

“Anything, Master.” This time, I’m certainly in earnest.

If he’s willing to do this for me, I’ll be willing to do almost anything for him in return.

“Anything?” This time, his eyes take on a darker sheen.

“I- Well, I guess that depends. What nefarious plan do you have?” His bark of laughter startles me, but soon, he’s back to paying attention to the screen. “Wait. They’re not going to drink from me, are they? Like you do?”

When he turns around, all humor is gone. “No one will ever drink from you like I do.” Well, that’s a relief at least. “Remove the cloth from your hair and climb onto the bed. You will be on all fours. Understand?”

“Yes, Master. But my hair will still be wet.”

He gives me a wink and motions toward the bathroom. I guess he likes wet hair. At this point, nothing will surprise me. But then, As usual, I’m wrong. The moment I take the towel away, my hair tumbles down bone dry.

Though I’m not one to even take complimentary soaps from a hotel, I definitely will need to swipe this when I go back to Earth. If. If I go back to Earth. Turning back to the open door, I watch Antroli, studying his fingers as they fly across the screen. But I have to go back to Earth. I can’t just stay here. Can I?

My pussy spasms at the thought of leaving all cares and responsibilities behind. It certainly would be nice to put the messy business of corporate espionage behind me. True, being a cow for an alien race could be seen as demeaning. What other chance will I get to actually live on another planet and experience life?

Besides, if Master Antroli remains true to his word and doesn’t share me, it’s the closest I’ll ever come to cohabitating with a male for longer than a few weeks to a month or so. Mum always did want me to settle down. Granted, I’m sure she would have rather seen me marry one of the McMurry twins than degrade myself as a human cow.

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