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“Ronnie, do you want to be punished in front of company?”
“N-no, Master.” She looked at the rug, her face flaming at having to call him that in front of a stranger, but she was too afraid to leave the title off. She eased the jeans down over her hips and stepped out of them.
She was caught by surprise when Will came up behind her, his hands moving around to her breasts, massaging them but not doing enough to make the milk flow. Even though his hand hadn’t strayed between her legs, the arousal was high enough that a little liquid dribbled out of her breasts.
Veronica gasped when Will pushed her to her hands and knees and took her panties down. Freida’s expression remained stoic as she drank her coffee and studied Veronica.
She still couldn’t believe Will’s wife wasn’t angry. For months when Will had taken her or drunk from her, she’d thought of his wife and what she would feel if she knew what he was doing with another, probably younger woman. From the looks of things, Freida had known the whole time.
Luke and Freida talked on the couch while Will fucked her.
“How long are you going to make her give milk?” Freida asked.
“As long as I can. A few years for sure, but probably until her body won’t let her do it anymore.”
Veronica felt a surge of lust at his words. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might use her for milk for so long. The idea should have disturbed or repulsed her. Instead, it, combined with Will inside her, had her climbing frantically to orgasm.
Luke may have felt that the branding would make her truly feel she was his and accept it, but the branding had only been the first step. It was being fed from that had pushed her over the edge where the only thing that mattered anymore was having the relief that only Luke or one of his ranch hand’s mouths could give her.
“The poor dear,” Freida said. “But then, she won’t be as uncomfortable here. I had to work outside the home during all that. It was finally too much to deal with. I imagine her life is different.”
“Quite,” Luke said.
Veronica came, panting and moaning, unable to be quiet even with the man’s wife sitting right there. When Will pulled out of her, she dropped to her stomach on the rug and just lay there, breathing, as Luke and Freida’s conversation faded into a low hum of white noise.
Several moments later, shiny black boots were next to her face. Sometimes Luke wore them with black pants in the playroom. They were the same boots from the videos. He never wore them out of the house. Out of the house it was always his standard cowboy boots and jeans.
“Are you spent, sweetheart? Because if this is all too much for you, we can just let you go take a nap,” he said.
“No, Master, please.”
He knew what she needed, he was only tormenting her. If she went to sleep now, it might be another full day before someone sucked the milk out of her. She wasn’t sure she could sleep through the pain. She had to have relief now. She’d do anything if it would end in being milked. She didn’t even need a mouth. If he’d just put her on the machine she’d be happy. She didn’t care if Freida watched. Let her watch. The other woman had been Will’s cow. This wasn’t new territory in her world.
“I don’t know, I think maybe you should go on to bed,” Luke said, his tone amused.
She scooted her body closer to him and kissed his boots. “Please, Master,” she whimpered. “I need to be milked. Please. You know I can’t sleep like this.”
“Lick, and I’ll think about it.”
He was showboating for the other woman on the couch, which made Veronica wonder if Luke had been with her. Well, weren’t they all a bunch of deviant swingers? But she didn’t care; the only thing that mattered was getting what she needed. She ran her tongue over the boot and up the side.
Luke chuckled. “When I met you that day at the diner and you were so rude to me for simply holding a door open for you, who would have thought you’d be a little bootlicking slut by the time I was finished with you?”
The question was rhetorical, of course. But instead of creating rage, it made her more aroused. How could she be so hot from being treated this way?
“Master, please. Just put me on the machine... anything.”
“I bet you’d like for Freida and Will to watch you get fucked and milked on that machine, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” She wasn’t sure anymore if she was lying, or if she’d merely been given permission to start telling the truth.
“No, I think you’ve been a good enough slut to get the real thing. Crawl over to Freida and ask her to drink from you.”
Veronica’s face flamed, but she did what she was told and crawled over to the woman still perched elegantly on the couch with her cup of coffee cooling.
“And, Veronica?”
She turned. “Yes, Master?”
