Page 49 of Milking His Lass

All I can think about is him—my Master, my Owner, the Rancher who possesses me so completely it hurts to be without him. “Please. I want to hear you speak to me in your own language. I’m so sick of these barriers between us. There has to be something. I just... I want... Please.”

At this point, I know I’m babbling. Hysteria tinges my tone as I claw at his chest. The need to be skin-to-skin eats at me until it’s a feral madness driving me forward. He grips my wrists in his hand and hauls me up the bed.

“Do not move. One inch, and you will suffer in your erotic misery.”

Tears stream down my cheeks again as I watch him move about the room. Can’t he see the agony? Can’t he hear the need in my voice? See it in my body? How can he be so fucking unfeeling?

Coming back by my side, he holds a hank of rope taut in his hands. “If we are going to do this, we will do it my way.” I open my mouth to rebut him, but he shakes his head. “I am in charge, my little cow. You have forgotten this along the way. Not to worry. I will make sure you do not forget.”

Gripping one wrist in his meaty paw, he slams it down on the pillow above my head. Same with the other wrist. He lashes them together before attaching the rope to the headboard. His eyes glint, darkening as he stares down at me. After a moment or two of his lustful gazes, he leaves again, this time ducking into the bathroom.

Rage and arousal mingle until I cannot tell one apart from the other. Again, I shriek to the heavens, thrashing about. It’s not that I wish to be free. Far from it. For some reason, it just feels so fucking good to purge all of this from my system.

From day one since I was abducted, I’ve never let myself truly feel. Now that I’ve let some of the steam off, it’s like a volcano raging inside, bubbling up with no end in sight. Master Antroli saunters in, his lips twisted up into a sadistic smirk.

“Scream all you want, human. No one will save you. You’re not a communal cow to be tended to by the Ranch Hands. You are mine. No one will stop me from taking you in hand.” Tilting his head back, he too cries out, the sound of his voice far more guttural and raspier than my own.

Moments go by where there’s nothing but a cacophony of sound as we both pour out our frustrations until there’s nothing left. It’s healing, somehow, freeing to finally let the rage drown me, consuming me.

“Feel better, human?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

He shakes his head as he walks over to me. “Nothing will be better until I’ve seen to your need. I can feel it welling up inside you, desperate to come out.”

“I’m scared for Jessica.”

With a heavy sigh, he leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “As am I, little one. As am I. Mostly, I worry for Vrokjan. He’s simply besotted with his cow.”

“And you?” I dare to ask, my heart stuttering as I wait for his words.

Internally, I know he is, but he has yet to really say it. It’s obvious he has an obsession for me, but that’s not the same as love and being cherished. It might be foolish, but I want what my parents have, what their parents had before them. I grew up knowing love. True love. The love that people only write about in sonnets and the like.

With a soft smile, he holds up a small wand. For a moment, a loud, piercing sound slams into my ears, bringing a cry from my lips. Leaning down, he kisses away the tears in a way that’s so gentle, so achingly sweet that it causes me to cry some more.

“Aw qekyaa eeb bnaws qepaw kliizat we aw uj’,” he rasps out, the strange words flowing over my body like rain sluicing off the rooftops of the Scottish hutches. “Bnaws qepaw lwab we aw zmoopro.”

After a moment, he waves the wand back over my head. This time, I can brace for the pain I know is coming. I cling to my Rancher, riding out the wave as my pussy spasms around the machine pulsing inside of me. Once it subsides, he pulls back and looks deep in my eyes.

“I love you with every breath of my body, with every fiber of my being. How is that for expressing how I feel?”

For a moment, I’m stunned. Speechless. I knew he had strong feelings, but I didn’t expect him to be so poetic with it. Unable to speak, I close my eyes and tip up my chin. Thankfully, he knows exactly what I need.

His lips slant over mine in a strong, possessive kiss. It’s the type that makes your head spin and your knees weak. Since I’m already on the bed, I’m able to just lie there and enjoy it.

When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. “But just because of my milk. Right?”

Deep inside, I have to know this. I need to know exactly what I am to him and what he is to me.

“Love. I don’t give two shits about your milk.” A loud ping interrupts him.

Dragging himself away from my body, he frowns down at his wrist. His brows furrow as he presses a few buttons and pulls out a thin piece of glass. “Looks like Jessica is going to be okay. Her body is reacting to the serum, but she’s going to live.”

For a moment, relief flows through me hard and fast, leaving me a touch dizzy. “Am I going to have the same reaction?”

“Most probably not. It’s an issue she’s been dealing with since she first got injected. It’s what made her produce so much milk.”

“What are they going to do?” My voice is soft, barely a whisper.

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