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My large toiletry bag hung on a hook by the mirror. I pulled out one pad and unwrapped it, then carefully taped it into my underwear. Better safe than sorry.
When I returned to the coupé we used as an office, Mr. Hartley had prepared water glasses and two cups of coffee.
“Thank you so much, sir. This should be my job, you know.”
“You’re not my butler.” He patted the seat next to him. “You need to be able to see the screen.”
I sat down by his side, and a strong whiff of his scent punched me in the nose. I bit my lip and shivered. He smelled even better than usual. This would be a long afternoon.
Good thing I was wearing a slick pad.
I couldn’t wait for the workday to be over. After two more meetings disrupted by an unstable connection—hello, trains—we wrapped up for the day. We ate a quick dinner in the dining car, and I excused myself as soon as I could. Everything on the train was crammed, and we’d been plastered to each other for the entire day. Never had spending time in Mr. Hartley’s immediate proximity made my body burn on the inside this much.
Finally alone, I stripped naked, took a warm shower, and lay on the bed with the milking machine attached. It buzzed, and I went into heaven.
I used a stronger setting from the start, and I could feel each pull in my cock and hole. The powerful suction reached deep into my pecs, making me arch into the feeling and spread my legs on instinct. I closed my eyes and moaned. I wanted the exhilarating arousal to last as long as possible. I was so into this. Who would have thought that I’d be a slut for milking of all things?
My body was angled in such a way that anyone who might walk in would get a full view. I’d locked the door… but what if I hadn’t?
What if Mr. Hartley walked in right now?
My cock jerked, and my hole twitched when I imagined him striding in. He’d look me over and unzip his pants. Without a single question, he’d mount me like this andfuck me… The power of his thrusts would make the suction cups on my nipples jerk.
I gripped the silicone cups and moved them around. The tug got almost painful. Almost. They remained attached, my nipples deep inside them.
Fuck, I needed to come.
I let go of the cups and ran my hands down my body, then reached for the vibrator lying on the bed next to me. Merelytickling my cock with one hand, I traced my rim with the blunt head of the vibrator. I was so aroused by the milking I’d come as soon as I put it in me. But maybe I could make myself come twice? Take the edge off and keep going…
I pressed the toy against my rim, and it surged inside me on a wave of sweet pleasure. Shameless, I imagined Mr. Hartley doing this to me. He’d hold the toy in his lovely hand and ram it in, smirking down at me. I bit back a cry.
The train zoomed through the darkness, the wheels on rails serenading me. The walls were thin, but I wouldn’t be overheard over the noise of the speeding train. I hoped.
The last thing I wanted was for Mr. Hartley to hear me come. I could fantasize about him—as long as he never knew about it.
Pushing the toy in and out, I turned my head and bit the pillow. My climax was building already. I cupped my cockhead just in time to catch my cum in my palm. I licked my hand, then turned the milking machine up a notch.
Oh, hell yeah.
I pushed the vibrator deeper and turned it on. My imaginary Mr. Hartley said something about coming deep inside me.
Holy shit.
This time, I didn’t manage to hold back a yell. The orgasm rose again immediately.
It was scary and absolutely magical.
Pushing the toy as deep as it would go, I writhed on the bed. When did my climax become a seizure? I was shaking and sobbing while my hole clenched on the toy in a staccato rhythm and my nipples throbbed.
The way my body reacted freaked me the fuck out.
Gasping for air, I pulled out the toy, fumbled for the milking machine, and turned the intensity down.
Sprawled on the bed, I tried to calm my breathing. This was nuts.
How could I make myself come so hard and so fast twice in a row? The last time I’d felt this unhinged was when Liam bred me during my heat. I’d been on contraceptives, and we’d only done it once. The searing pleasure had all but blown my head off.
My torso still prickled, and my cock tingled. My hole felt empty even as tendrils of remaining pleasure swirled around it. I wanted more—I needed more. The machine sucked, my milk flowed, and my cock drooled on my abdomen, still hard.
