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Feeding the men like this made her feel a touch less human—more a thing or animal and less a person. It should have distressed her more, but it was too easy to get lost in the pleasurable sensations, in someone else’s satisfaction and happiness.
Jake watched the proceedings with a disgusted look on his face, as if the whole affair were spoiling his breakfast. It filled Veronica with shame, and she wished he’d just leave, but when Robert stroked between her thighs, she was so worked up and well-conditioned that she couldn’t stop herself from coming against his fingers. Finally, he released her nipple and held her against his chest, stroking her hair. She was grateful for the comfort.
“Come on,” Robert said to Jake.
“No, that’s nasty. I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys. The other kinks are one thing, but... this crosses a line.”
The ranch hand’s judgment cut into Veronica, making her feel dirty. If everyone behaved as if it were okay, it could be okay here. Her world had narrowed to the ranch and nothing else. Her ranch, her sky, her ranch hands. But with the one hold-out, she was reminded how wrong everything that was happening was. It brought back who she’d been in the city. In the city she might have masturbated to an idea this depraved, but she wouldn’t have actually done it. Would she? She wanted all of them to drink from her, to make what they were doing feel okay. If even one of them wouldn’t conform inside the fantasy bubble, it would only bring reality crashing back in all its stark coldness.
“Just taste her, once,” Will persisted. “If you hate it, we won’t bother you again.”
“Oh, fuck. Fine, bring her over here.”
Veronica tensed in his arms as he closed his mouth over her breast and sucked. She expected him to immediately push her away in revulsion after a drop or two had hit his tongue, but he swallowed the milk and kept drinking. His hands tightened around her arms as he gripped her and fed on her.
When he’d had his fill, his mouth moved up to her throat to kiss and suck, and then to her mouth, where he kissed her with a passion he’d never shown with her. Before she could catch her breath, he picked her up and shoved his chair back. He pushed back the plastic flap and carried her to the grass and dropped her there.
For a moment she thought he was disgusted with himself and what he’d just enjoyed. Maybe he wanted to let her freeze. Surely Luke wouldn’t let him keep her out there. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen until she heard his belt and then the zipper of his pants.
No one stopped him as he shoved her dress up over her hips and entered her from behind. She gasped as he filled her, driving into her in a frenzied state that had her tearing at the frozen grass under her hands for something to hold onto. The stiffness of his erection left no doubt to how much he’d enjoyed feeding on her, and that he’d do it again soon.
When he finished with her, he got up and went back to the table. Veronica pulled her dress down and rolled over, looking up at the sky. The ground underneath her back was cool and the air was chilly. The sky hadn’t quite turned that endless gray yet. Despite the cold, it still had a sharp jolt of bright blue. There were no clouds.
“Veronica, come back inside. You’ll catch your death out there with no shoes on,” Luke said. The plastic around the porch muffled his voice, making him seem too far away to reach her.
She stayed where she was, pretending she hadn’t heard him, looking up at vast expanse of sky. Of course he wasn’t going to give her shoes—even now. Since it had turned cold, she’d been cooped up inside, the leftover outside chores she would have had falling to Will.
Luke still didn’t trust her. He was never going to trust her not to run. She jumped when footsteps pounded toward her, then Luke bent and scooped her up to carry her back onto the porch where it was warmer. He put her back in her chair and went to his seat.
“Didn’t you hear me yell at you to come inside? You’ll freeze out there.”
Veronica shrugged, still feeling surly about the shoes.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want shoes. I’ve been here for months. Don’t you trust me not to run away?”
Luke went back to his breakfast, ignoring the demand and the question. “I’ve decided to make a change around here. From now on, you’ll address the guys with respect. No first names. I only want to hear ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir’ out of you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled. It was ridiculous and the wrong thing to focus on, but she felt as if she were being cast off. If everybody got the same title, was he saying she wasn’t really just his anymore? The brand had finally healed to the point where it wasn’t sore anymore. She wondered if even his brand meant anything between them, if everyone was to be calledSirat the ranch.
“Yes, Master,” he corrected.
Veronica looked up suddenly, her eyes going wide. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me. Say it.”
She looked around the table at the ranch hands. They watched her, waiting to hear her say the degrading phrase. In all of the videos, Trish had called Luke,Sir. To Veronica’s knowledge none of the other ranch hands had gotten titles. Veronica had been his slave for months, what was verbal acknowledgment in the face of everything else? Still, an old part of her—from when she’d lived in the city—rebelled against the idea. Accepting she was his slave was a different thing from being his slave. Somehow the former was worse than the latter.
Calling himSirhad been difficult at first, but it was no different than a waitress or somebody working customer service. It hadn’t been too demeaning to force herself to say, even though it had been hard to get used to.
Luke stood and unbuckled his belt. The leather zipped through the loops so loudly it pulled Veronica out of her hesitation.
They were only words.
“Y-yes, M-master.” She’d rather say the demeaning thing than have him throw her down on the ground and beat her in front of the ranch hands.
Luke nodded and sat back down. He folded the belt and put it on the table, as if he wanted to have it ready should he need to call it into action.
