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Veronica lay in bed for what felt like hours while sleep eluded her. She wanted him to want her in his bed overnight no matter how wrong that desire was.
* * *
Morning came too soon.Veronica was barely awake when Luke rolled her onto her stomach and the needle slid into her hip.
“Ow!”
His large, rough hand stroked her back. “Shhh, you’re okay.”
She was still half-asleep when he unlocked and removed the chastity belt. He rolled her back over, immediately going to work on her breasts.
“Finger yourself until you come, slut,” he growled in her ear.
That voice. It awakened everything inside her whether she wanted it to or not.
When she’d started touching herself, his mouth latched around one nipple. In the beginning the idea of being milked had sounded disgusting, perverse, even. And definitely demeaning. But the more orgasms she had while he told her how he was going to make her give him milk, and the more attention he paid to her breasts, the more she wanted to give him what he craved.
When she came, he bit down on her nipple. The pain shot a bolt of need straight between her legs, making her come that much harder. He stopped suckling and helped her out of the bed to get ready. He was true to his word about centering all her pleasure around when he was fondling her breasts. She couldn’t separate orgasms from that part of her anatomy any more.
Before Luke, she hadn’t really liked to have her breasts touched. She didn’t get why so many women became aroused by it or why it felt good to them. Her breasts had just been there—pretty to look at, but that was all. Now it seemed they would become almost essential to her pleasure.
As she stood in front of the closet, Veronica said, “Did you milk her?” She was afraid to say Trish’s name for fear of how he might react. But they both knew who she was talking about.
“No,” he said.
Suddenly the idea was more appealing. It was something different, something that madeherdifferent. No matter how much he might pretend, he hadn’t shared this with Trish. Somewhere deep inside, Veronica hoped it would give her a chance to be seen. For her. The thought troubled her and she pushed it quickly away. If she wanted him to see her and be pleased with her, did that mean she didn’t want to escape him anymore? And if she didn’t want to escape him anymore, did that make her broken?
Luke left her to go to work while she showered and dressed. Downstairs, she found the list of chores on the kitchen table. This morning’s breakfast was big. Ham and eggs and biscuits and gravy. Veronica’s stomach flipped as she cooked, worried about how the men would act around her after the party on Saturday.
When breakfast was on the table, she rang the bell and sat down to eat. She was halfway finished by the time they reached the table. The way they leered at her made her wish she hadn’t eaten so fast. Soon she’d be out of things to occupy her attention, and she’d be staring at her empty plate.
“Honey, come pour me some milk,” Will said.
Veronica looked up, startled to find the men giving her knowing looks. Her eyes shot to Luke, questioning.
He nodded at her. “Do it.”
She got up from her chair and took the bottle of milk and poured it into Will’s glass. When she bent, she knew the low-cut dress Luke had picked for her showed too much of her cleavage. It laced up in the front, and even though she’d pulled the laces tight before tying them, her breasts nearly spilled out.
When she set the pitcher on the table, Will pulled her onto his lap and untied the laces, causing her dress to gape open and expose her breasts. Her breath deepened as he stared at her erect nipples.
“Soon when I ask for milk, you’ll offer me your breast like a good girl, won’t you?”
She moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, then his hand slid underneath her dress and he stroked between her legs. Veronica squirmed in his lap, aware the others were watching. Jake seemed disinterested—not yet on board with the milking concept.
But Robert just watched her, his gaze intense. “We’re glad you’re so excited about being our cow,” he said. “We all saw the video you made last night.”
Will released her breast and she buried her head against his neck. How could they have seen it so fast? They’d been working since early this morning.
“I emailed it last night,” Luke said.
When Will finished fondling her, he pushed her off his lap. She kept her eyes down as she started to lace her dress back up.
“No,” Luke said. “We want to look at them. You can pretend modesty when we go back to work.”
She blushed but left her dress hanging open. Robert grabbed her wrist before she could make it back to her seat. “What about me?”
He unbuckled and unzipped his pants to reveal an impressive erection. “I want to feel your wet little cunt gripping my cock. You got me all worked up squirming in Will’s arms that way.”
