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“N-no, Sir,” she said, afraid of what result any other answer might bring.
He rolled her onto her back then to play with her nipples. He had to know the hormones wouldn’t work that fast. It wasn’t a magic potion. It seemed more likely it would take weeks or even months, but maybe he was establishing a ritual between them. He pulled on her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, then he sucked on each one for several minutes while he massaged the sides of her breasts with his large, rough hands. Despite his ultimate purpose in all of this, her hips arched up, begging for attention below her waist.
Luke pulled away. “You’re going to give me milk like a good little animal, aren’t you?” She closed her eyes against his scrutiny. He stroked the side of her cheek. “I’m going to condition you to want to give me what I want. By the time your body is ready, the idea will arouse you so much, you’ll happily let me milk you every day.”
Maybe a part of her sick, twisted mind already wanted to. After all, she’d been wet the night before at the party when the topic had first been broached, and she was sure she was wet again now. As if reading her thoughts, his big hand moved between her legs, rubbing against her opening, a broad smile on his face.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a vibrator and shoved it inside her. Then he went back to his goal of training her body to give him milk. As he suckled on her breasts and rubbed and stroked them, the buzz of the vibrator worked its magic and made her come again.
* * *
After Luke finished with her,he allowed Veronica to shower and get dressed again. After sex with the two men, she needed to clean up. She picked a sky-blue cotton dress that fell just below her knees and briefly hated herself for wondering if the choice would please him.
When she descended the stairs, Luke was wearing a pair of jeans, cowboy boots—which she’d learned they just calledboots—a T-shirt, and a cowboy hat—which going with the pattern, he probably just called a hat.
“What about my shoes?” With shoes she could run. She tried not to let the hope show on her face. Although she found herself deeply aroused by the things Luke and the ranch hands did to her, she couldn’t stop trying to get away. She didn’t know what she’d do once she escaped. She couldn’t think that far. If she let herself think that far, she’d have to deal with the hopelessness of her life. The debt, the dwindling bank account, the fear. But Luke could still do anything to her. She needed to remember that.
“You won’t need them, it’s a drive-up place. We’re staying in the truck.”
So much for that. She tried not to look too disappointed.
“Come here.”
When she came closer, he pulled her onto the couch with him and snapped a metal cuff around her ankle.
“What’s this?”
“Insurance,” he said.
She wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but she didn’t think she liked the glint in his eye. He released her then. She’d gotten only a few steps to the door when an electric zap shot up her body. She crumpled to the ground, shrieking so loudly she could barely believe the noise had come from her own mouth. She convulsed a few more times, then lay still, disoriented and terrified.
Yes, Luke could do anything.
He stood over her, a small remote in his hand. “If you try to signal for help in any way, I will push the button, and I won’t push it just once.” The shock cuff made even the idea of branding seem like child’s play.
She cringed when he helped her to her feet. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“So, you aren’t still planning your escape? It’s only been a few days. As much as you rant about how you don’t need a man, I figured you’d still be plotting and waiting for your opportunity.”
Veronica looked at the ground, giving him all the information he needed.
“If I thought I could trust you, I wouldn’t need it. I’m not going to prison for rescuing you.”
No, he’d go to prison for forced labor, false imprisonment, rape, and battery. The next to the last charge she wasn’t sure she believed. In spite of everything, she wanted his hands on her, his cock between her legs—or in her mouth. She didn’t want to be caned or whipped or electrocuted or given injections every day, but the rest...
They didn’t speak on the way to the truck. He opened the door and helped her into the passenger side, and this time she didn’t have a smart retort for him about her ability to open her own doors. She was just glad there was a part of him that could be nice to her. When she was strapped in, he slid his hand up her thigh and smiled when he didn’t find panties. She still couldn’t understand why she’d made that choice today.
“You’re learning,” he said. He pulled her dress back down and got in on the other side.
During the drive to the ice cream place, she eyed the remote. It peeked out from his shirt pocket, appearing nondescript and innocent.
“When we get back home, are you going to take the cuff off?” She held her breath, waiting for his response, hoping he wouldn’t leave it there with the option to electrocute her anytime he wanted.
“Of course. I don’t like using it. It’s a bit cruel.” At least he knew that. At least he had a line in the sand somewhere that he’d prefer not to cross too often. “I just don’t want to go to prison. You understand that, don’t you, princess?” He brushed a stray hair behind her ear, then turned his focus back to the road.
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t dare bring up the point that he wouldn’t have to fear prison if he hadn’t kidnapped her, and even then he wouldn’t have needed to fear it very much if he hadn’t ordered her around, prevented her from leaving, and... all the rest.
