Page 26 of Milk
“They didn’t,” I said in confirmation. “Were you ever happy there?”
Tiffany shrugged. She looked away, so I gently grabbed her chin, making her face me.
“Answer me, my calf. Were you ever happy there? Truly happy?”
I wouldn’t relent. I wouldn’t let her hide from herself anymore. I wanted anhonestanswer. She whimpered for a moment, then finally blurted out.
“N-no. I was never happy. Not there. Not anywhere.”
“Those townies and hicks never treated you well,” I pushed.
“Of course they didn’t!” She exploded, gesturing towards her body, “Look at me! Fat is the first thing I get called. I get stood up for dates. If they don’t comment on that, it’s my spots! My life may have been shit there, but at least I was free.”
“In time, you’ll-”
“Why do you keep taunting me? Why do you pretend to care about me? Forget it. Just kill me or let me go, please.”
“You really don’t see it, do you?” I asked, rhetorically.
“See what? That I’m a literal cow? Everyone made that clear to mebeforeyou came around.”
I tried to speak, but she continued standing up in the tub, water dripping down her body.
“My father, Henderson as he raped me,everybodymade it clear that I’m ugly and unlovable. You might as well just shoot me. It won’t make a difference. Nobody will know. Nobody will care!”
I should have been focused on what she was saying, but she was gloriously naked, dripping wet, and I was level with her perfect, puffy pussy. Her thick thighs framed it so perfectly and the soap glistening across her skin was so inviting, I wanted to lean in and lick her. My dick pulsed violently.
“You really don’t see it,” I decided and stood up. “Come. The water is getting cold. Let me…”
I reached to help her out of the tub, and guide her back to the contraption. But she jerked back and looked at me furiously.
“Let you what? Put me back in the shackles? Chain me? Lead me back to my cage? Just go the fucking ahead. I don’t care anymore.”
“Watch your tone with me, Calf.”
“Or what?” She asked in the same defiant tone.
There was something under her defiance, something sweet and tempting. I knew she wanted real satisfaction. My body ached to give it to her, but I couldn’t. I’d give her what she actually needed.
“I’ll show you ‘what,’” I said and reached out to her.
Instead of her wrist, I reached for her hair. She wasn’t expecting it. I pulled her wet hair and dragged her out of the tub, out of the bathroom, and back into my room, where I shoved her down into the contraption I had installed there. She tried to fight me, but she was wet, slippery and tired. She’d been tied for a long time and lacked the strength needed. Despite her grunts of protest, I managed to latch her wrists and ankles in position. Then I pressed a pedal at the bottom of the contraption. A hydraulic piston pushed her legs open wider. Tiffany moaned as I pushed her thighs into the position I wanted – where she was totally open and exposed to me alone.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I mocked her.
She let out an unconvincing curse as she shook her head. I didn’t believe her. Her head might be telling me no, but her body shuddered and screamed ‘Yes, take me!’ so loudly that I didn’t need a real verbal answer … yet. I gave her a soft spank, watching her ass jiggle. The sound, the view, her little whimper, all of it made the moment even better.
“You like it rough, don’t you, calf?” I uttered in a tease.
“Please. You call this rough?” She taunted.
My blood boiled at her challenge. I loved her defiance and hated it in equal measure. I squirted a few pumps of lube into my hand. Then I swirled my slick fingers around her tight rear hole with it. It twitched at my light touch. She rocked back against me weakly, spurring me on, then moaned as I pushed my fingers inside her. She took both. It was a tight fit, but the fact that shedid it amazed me. She grunted, in pain, but pleasure as well. She could take it, I knew, as I pumped my fingers in and out, helping her adjust and enjoying the view.
Once I felt her ass loosen and relax, I drew back. She whimpered and looked back at me, eyes wide. “What are you-”
I savored the view of her asshole uttered drenched in lube, then reached out for a steel hook with the ball end, the crude accessory hanging on my wooden wall near the contraption. “I’m showing you what happens when you’re disobedient.”
She whimpered, but I didn’t give her time to process what I meant. I pushed the round tip into her ass, letting her feel it. She whimpered and her head fell back, giving me the chance I needed. I wrapped my hand in her hair and tied the end of the rope (attached to the hook) into her hair. She leaned forward, hissed, then arched fully. She looked beautiful displayed like this for me. My gaze flicked down to her soaking wet pussy, glistening with water from the tub and her own honey.
