Page 43 of Milking His Lass

Frantic, I let out the infernal sound, allowing it to bounce around the walls. Satisfied, he bends forward and laps at my taut peaks, driving me to distraction. “Please, Master,” I whimper. “I ache. I-”

“Oh, I know, little cow. I’ll tend to you soon.” Reaching between my thighs, he slides the machine back into place. After a moment or two, it pulses to life, stretching me out as he teases my clit. “I’m not going to get you off yet. You’ll need to wait until breakfast.”

Pulling away, he turns his attention back to my aching breasts. His breath is hot, scalding, as he breathes over me. I squirm beneath him, mooing with all that I have. When his lips wrap around my nipple, stars shoot out from behind my eyelids.

The relief is immense as he drinks from me, groaning as my milk splashes into his mouth. “Divine,” he murmurs against my skin.

He turns to the other nipple, drinking just a little, the same as the other. It’s enough to take the edge off, but not so much to allow me relief. Again, I moo as he pulls away, hoping that if I’m obedient enough, he’ll drain me completely.

But he doesn’t.

Tisking softly, he takes the machine out from my pussy and helps me up. “Time to go to the bathroom. Then you’ll be drained for breakfast.”

My bladder clenches, alerting me that I certainly do have to go. Hobbling after him, I wait until the grass comes up from out of the tile before squatting down. This time, it’s not nearly as hard to piss. I’m not sure if it’s because my bladder is basically screaming at me or if it’s because I’m succumbing to my new role incredibly fast.

And here I thought I’d never end up a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. Seems to me like I just need enough orgasms to keep me on edge, and I’ll be the good little pet Master Antroli wants me to be. Shaking my head, I relieve myself, grateful that he doesn’t seem to be paying me any attention.

Once I’m done, he hoses me down, dries me off, then brings the tail. This time, the plug looks a bit larger than before. My pussy spasms in need as I watch the metal glinting in the light. Never thought I’d have anal play while pretending to be a cow on my new year’s bingo card, yet here I am.

My pussy drips as he saunters over, his lopsided grin making my insides flip. Why does he have to be so damned sexy with everything he does? Kneeling behind me, he runs his fingers over my clit, drawing a soft sigh from my lips.

I burn for him. I ache for him. I need him with a desperation that borders on madness. And it’s not just for the pleasure he provides. If only. That would be simple. I’d refuse to let myself feel. But it goes deeper than that.

Even after just one day, I feel as if I found where I belong. Such clarity for it being so early the suns are just at the point of rising. Was I really so miserable back on Earth?

Yes.

The answer is yes.

No one understood me on a fundamental level. Not like Master Antroli. He awakens those darker needs and urges I’ve tamped down over the years to be more acceptable to men. But maybe it’s just that I hadn’t found the right one.

Could it really be this easy?

“Your mind is far away again, my precious cow. Where does it wander?”

“Stupid sentimentality is all. I keep wondering if I’d ever find someone like you on Earth.” His features freeze as he stares at me, shocked hurt shining in his eyes. “You misunderstand. I’m not looking to leave you,” I quickly amend. “Not really. More like marveling at the difference an intergalactic trip makes.”

He cocks his head to the side, his expression not changing all that much. “I still don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry about it, big guy. I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon. That’s all you need to know.”

His gaze drifts over my body for a moment as the tension drains from him. “You could be happy here with me. Yes?”

As much as I want to torment him, I find it would be just as bad as kicking a puppy. For all the strength and command he shows, he’s vulnerable here. I’d be a right bitch to exploit it.

“I think I can be. Just as long as I can keep in communication with my family and maybe make a trip or two? Just so I can see them every now and then?”

“Let’s discuss that after your year is up. There would be a lot of planning involved. But perhaps I can manage to get us on the vessel when they do their gathering. I’d very much like to see Earth during your festivities.”

With a soft chuckle, I lower my upper half to stick my ass out fully for him. “I’m not sure you’d be able to blend in. Big and blue are kinda hard to miss.”

“For you, I’d find a way.”

And that’s exactly why I’m falling for him little by little. With the same mouth that degrades me and makes my pussy spasm, he also says the sweetest, most generous things. With a sigh, I force myself to relax as he works the blunt end of the plug into my bottom hole.

“That’s it, my pretty girl,” he croons. “Relax for me. It’s bigger than the last one, but you can take it. Can’t you? That’s it.”

A sharp pressure fills my insides as he forces his way in. Every so often, he gathers my arousal and slides it around my back hole, lubricating this invasion.

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