Page 76 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
I lifted my head to watch him in the mirror. He began to push it in. He was still fully dressed—black sweater, matching trousers. Calm. In control.
Whatever he pushed inside me was much smaller than his cock.
Then I gasped. Something smooth and round slipped into my pussy. It slid in easily—I was soaked.
He probably hadn’t even needed lube.
“You’re not to come,” he said.
Then both objects began to vibrate.
He turned me onto my back as I began to writhe on the bed. He was a devil. So evil—
“Mooo,” I cried when he increased the speed.
I just needed a little rub and I’d be there. So close—
Then he switched them off.
My pussy clenched around the thing inside me.
So close.
“Eat,” he said, tucking the covers around me like he hadn’t just broken my brain.“I’ll keep an eye on you. I’ll turn them on whenever I want.”
He smiled, crooked and cruel.
“Don’t worry if you piss the bed.”
With that, he left the room.
Thus began my torture.
???
I lay there sweating. The bed cover stuck to my skin, and the plastic crinkled with every twitch.
He said he’d be watching.
He hadn’t said where from.
Not a single camera in the barn had ever been visible to me, but I knew him well enough now. There’d be one. Maybe more.
He was watching.
The vibrators clicked on without warning.
I jolted.
“Moo—”
No one answered.
They stayed on longer this time. Buzzing hard against my swollen clit and pulsing deep inside my pussy. I bit the pillow. Rocked my hips. Cried through my teeth. My body begged for release, grinding into the sheet even though I knew better.
Then—off.
A sob escaped me. I rolled my hips, trying to press them deeper, to find friction.
