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  I moaned, leaned my head back and perched my arms on my barstool to keep myself from falling over. I leaned back and felt the full width and length of his cock stretching, and massaging my insides.

  It wasn’t like having sex on the farm, which had been so intense, so invasive, but it was nice to be with a man, any man.

  My breath became rushed and when I came, the force of it surprised me. My giant breasts heaved up and down with each breath and I was so overcome with love, joy, that they squirted milk out and splashed him right in the face.

  I laughed, a hearty sultry laugh. And he smiled as he wiped it off and then we kissed, my arms wrapped around him. “Thank you.” I murmured. “It was wonderful.”

  “As you are, my lady.” He kissed my cheek and rubbed some milk off my nipple. “Now let’s see about getting that chastity device.

  Chapter Ten

  The chastity device was cold, metallic, and would not give me any wiggle room at all. I could pee and stroke my pussy, but that was as far as I could go. I couldn’t even insert a finger. God, this was going to be absolute torture.

  When that was done I was put into restraints in a room that looked like a gym. It had barbells, exercise mats and then there was me, tied against the wall. My ankles were cuffed and my arms above my head, exposing my breasts, lifting them off my chest so they defied gravity.

  The door opened and in came Mitch. He was in shorts and nothing else. I had seen him on television a few times, but I was surprised how big, muscular he was. In person it was almost frightening. His arms and pecks were covered in tattoos and as he swung his arms around, I wasn’t sure if he was getting ready to hit me or do something else.

  Turned out it was lifting weights.

  He didn’t even acknowledge me.

  Not until he came over for a drink.

  He was panting, sweat dripping from his brow. One hand stroked beneath my breast while the over cupped it on top. Our eyes met. I wanted to break the gaze, but I fought to keep it. I didn’t want to appear weak. I was already in a submissive position.

  Mitch lowered his head and I closed my eyes as he latched onto my nipple. It was warm, gloriously warm, and I could feel his tongue licking over my nipple before settling on the bottom.

  Then it happened.

  A suck, a pressure that begged my body to release milk. When it happened I could hear Mitch gulping as he swallowed and then the tugging pressure as he sucked became harder, more frequent.

  My mouth parted and I moaned. It was so erotic, turned me on so much I just wanted him to fuck me. Damn that cursed chastity belt.

  When Mitch was done, he looked up at me a bit of milk dripping down his chin. For a brief moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But then our connection and gaze was gone.

  He went back over to his weights and bench pressed some more. After a few sets, he was back.

  Working on my other breast. My head rolled back. This time he was more sensual, the way his hand gripped my waist and he burrowed his head against my skin.

  It quickened my breath. It may have been my imagination, but I felt like there was something connecting us. Maybe it was just because I was so stinking horny with no sign of relief, but I liked to think there was something more to it.

  Maybe, just maybe….

  When he finished, his eyes met mine, but he broke the gaze quickly and called for one of his servants. “See she is cleaned up, fed, and put to bed.”

  Then he just left. Never saying another word to me.

  I gazed off, my heart sinking as the servant undid my restraints.

  “I am sorry.” He muttered sadly.

  “It’ll get easier, right?” I said with a sigh. “It has to.”

  ***

  Another meal and this time I was allowed to have some juice instead of water. It was pretty good and I enjoyed the variety before I was allowed to take a bubble bath. Then, it was time for bed.

  In the cage.

  The servant put me in and removed my leash. It was left over on the nightstand. I laid in a fetal position, my head resting on my arms.

  No pillow. No blanket. I just hoped I’d stay warm the rest of the night.

  I slept and could barely roll over. When I did, I realized I was freezing. The house got very cold at night. My teeth were beginning to chatter.

  “Are you all right?”

  I jumped at the voice. I didn’t realize Mitch had gone to bed. He must have snuck in quietly when I was sleeping. “I’m just…cold.”

  The sheets rustled, then footsteps across the floor and a door creeked. My cage door opened and I shuddered away as Mitch laid a blanket on top of me. In the darkness I could see his eyes and they were the kindest I had ever seen.

  “Is this better for you?”

  I nodded. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  “I’m sorry.” Mitch said and I could hear he was sincere. “I should have thought of it on my own. You must think that I am a real bore of a man.”

  “Well, I am sleeping in a cage.”

  Mitch laughed and nodded his head. “True…true. I’ll see…what we can do about that in the future. This is new to me too.”

  I took a deep breath. “Why…well, you seem like a nice man, so I guess I’m wondering…why buy a person?”

  “My career is everything to me. I need your milk to be my strongest. My best. And to be my best, I guess….I feel like I need a connection to my supplier. It’s best when it’s fresh. And this is as fresh as it gets. Suckling it from you as you produce it. Does that make sense?”

  I nodded. “It does.”

  “I will try to make your living arrangements as comfortable as possible.” Mitch smiled and ran his hand over the blanket, over my waist an ass. “Now, get some sleep. I wake early to train.”

  I didn’t answer. I just closed my eyes and listened to the latch of my cage close. I felt like we finally connected. He finally saw me as a person. Maybe if I could keep it up, I could convince him to let me go.

  Or at least take this damn chastity device off me so we could get to business.

  Chapter Eleven

  He wasn’t lying about getting up early. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon before my cage door opened and my leash was attached to my collar.

  “Up into the bed.” Mitch said and I could still hear the sleep in his voice, but his defensive wall was back up, treating me like I was just property again.

  I nodded and climbed up, wrapping the comforter around my waist. I studied his strong jaw, his bulging biceps as he took my hands and harnessed them above my head.

  He didn’t look me in the eye, but instead just studied my body, running his hands down along my waist and settling on my hips.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of my tingling skin, of my heightening pleasure. I felt like he may have been watching me, so I arched my back slightly, parted my lips. Maybe if I gave him a show, showed him what a woman I really was…

  With forced his mouth took in my breast and began to suckle. So surprised, my eyes fluttered open. The milk came squirting out so fast, the pressure so intense, that I gave a pained groan.

  Mitch seemed to like that, his hands tightened along my waist and he buried his face deeper into me, suckling quicker.

  So, he was into pain. He liked it when he thought I was in pain. I hoped I could use that to my advantage one day.

  Quickly he moved over to the next breast. I adjusted my body so he would have easier access, but still my empty breast was pressed beneath his chest as he reached over me. I moaned, as my milk was released.

  Getting so warm in my crotch as my nipple tingled, I couldn’t keep my hips still any longer. They began to move, dry humping nothing but the sheets. And even that I couldn’t feel. It was going to drive me crazy.

  I wanted to orgasm. I needed it.

  Frustrated, I grunted and when I opened my eyes I saw that Mitch was staring at me, milk glinting on his lip.

  I leaned forward to wipe it off with my tongue, it
jetted out, licking his lip. And then his mouth opened and attacked mine in a passionate, rough kiss. I fell backwards onto the pillow, my arms still pined painfully overhead. My fingers were beginning to tingle.

  We kissed, his hands searching my body passionately, roughly. Mitch grunted, his teeth gnashing at my lips.

  I moaned, tilted my head back and he bit the skin of my neck. His fingers gripped my waist, digging his fingernails into me.

  Mitch struggled for air, gulping, making his giant muscles rise and fall. “We can’t.” He whispered.

  “Take off my chastity belt.” I begged, my eyes wide. “I want you so bad, just take it off.”

  “Never.” Mitch’s eyes grew dangerous. Dark. Like I just asked him to open the gates of hell. He slapped me across the face hard, fast. It made my head rocket to the side. I would be feeling that sting for days to come.

  “You suggest that again.” Mitch got up from bed and waved his finger to me. “And it will be the end of you. Do you understand me?”

  He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Pictures on the doors shook and the sound echoed around me.

  I moved my head to the side and cried against the pillow.

  Chapter Twelve

  We barely spoke the next few days. Mitch would take his milk and he barely looked at me. I did my best not to enjoy it. Not to moan, but it was growing increasingly difficult.

  But still every night I had my blanket. And then one night I had a pillow.

  Such a basic thing, but to me it was like a great gift. It meant he cared a bit more. I was a bit more human and not so much an animal.

  That had to be a good thing….right?

  Then one morning he drew the curtains open before letting me out of the cage which was odd. I squinted and looked around the room. “Master?” I said. I rarely did, but I was still half asleep and it just came tumbling out.

  “We have to go on a trip. Our flight leaves in an hour.”

  A trip? I was going to get to go on a plane, travel? Maybe escape? “Where are we going?”

  “There’s an award ceremony. A dinner. Charity event. My date canceled at the last minute and since I don’t want to go without my special milk, I thought this would be the best solution. And don’t worry, I bought a few dresses I know will be gorgeous on you.”

  I smiled. “All right.” It sounded kind of…fun.

  “But try anything.” He waved his finger. His face suddenly becoming dark and dangerous again. “Try anything, so help me God, Amy…..”

  I ducked my head down low, his eyes scaring me. I knew he was dangerous, dark. I had every right to fear him. And I did, but something told me there was more to him than what I saw. What I knew.

  Maybe I could find out. Maybe I could soften him just a bit and see why he was the way he was. Maybe one day I could even change him.

  And this trip seemed like it was going to be the perfect way to do that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My dresses were packed for me in three large suitcases. I didn’t need to do anything but board the plane and all the while allow Mitch to drink off of my breast’s rich milk. Not like I could say no. He owned me. He bought me. Mitch could do anything he liked to me and he knew it.

  And he did.

  I said good-bye to the cage that was my bed each night, but that didn’t mean I was allowed to take the collar off my neck. The one that my leash attached to. “Don’t worry.” Mitch said from behind me. I was seated at a vanity and applying my makeup for the trip to the airport. “Everyone will think it’s a necklace. It suits you.”

  We would think that, wouldn’t he? I applied the shimmer gloss across my lips and stood in front of him. “How do I look?” My blond hair was tussled around my shoulders and my skin had an amber glow thanks to my body mass production of breast milk. I was wearing a loss baby doll dress that ended right below the curve of my ass. My breasts were so round and so full, they plumped the dress right up, my cleavage spilling out the front turning

  My legs were oiled and I was wearing a pair of sandals that laced up my taught, sculpted calves. “How do I look?”

  His eyes ravaged me. I saw lust, pure and simple. He covered it up with a look of disgust, his lip snarling. “Like a stripper.”

  “I was a stripper. One of the best at my club.”

  Mitch snorted. “I’m sure that’s not saying that much. But you fit the bill. You are what I need on my arm. Make the others wrestlers jealous. And I think you’ll clean up okay, in the right dress.”

  “Well,” I said sarcastically, “at least I’ll look okay.”

  A small smile broke out over his face. Who knew the guy had a sense of humor. “We should get going then.” He offered me his arm and I took it, hooking mine through his elbow.

  Outside he opened the door to the SUV and allowed me to slide in before he slid beside me. He signaled the driver with a nod of his head. I settled in and leaned my head back. I felt the warmth of Mitch’s hand resting on my upper thigh beneath my baby doll dress. “You are so toned. If you weren’t a stripper, I’d suggest maybe you were a fitness instructor or something.”

  I opened my eyes and smiled at him. “An actual compliment. Thank you.”

  Our eyes met. Locked. And an intense emotion washed over me like I had never felt before. I didn’t know what it was, but it grabbed control of my heart and wouldn’t let me go. Mitch felt it too, I could see it in his eyes. And it was replaced by fear and maybe even a big of regret.

  His breath shook. “The drive to the airport is a long one and I’m thirsty.”

  So just like that and it was gone? Just like that and he was going to expect me to whip it out and let him drink? His hand traveled up my dress and roughly settled on my breast. One hand on top and the other one cupped the bottom, gripping and squeezing me like I was a frigging tube of toothpaste.

  I closed my eyes and moaned. My breasts were so full of milk that the compression hurt. The wetness of my nipple grew and before I knew it I had two wet spots growing on the front of my dress.

  Mitch closed his eyes and groaned. “Smells so sweet. You do make the best milk I have ever tasted, Amy.”

  He used my name. That was a first.

  I didn’t say anything, but I lowered the dress off my shoulder. Gently, Mitch removed my breast from the cup of my bra. My breast was a giant sphere, the long brown nipple extended like a flag pole. It was glistening wet and as his finger flicked it, a sharp pain traveled up my breast. My milk began to expel, thick drops running down from my nipple like a small river.

  “My dress is going to get wet.” I whispered.

  “I won’t let it.” Mitch leaned down and licked the trail of milk from my skin. I shivered, goose bumps rising all over me. His hands gripped my waist as his mouth opened, his tongue circling my nipple and aorta with erotica pleasure. Mitch moaned, he gripped me tighter and his warm, moist mouth clamped over my breast.

  His suckle was hard, firm, and the pressure was at once gentle and perfect. I leaned back, my legs falling open. My body was getting so horny. So primed. I wanted it so sticking bad but instead all I had was this muscular, specimen of a man suckling my tit like a newborn calf.

  I could hear him swallowing thick gobs of milk. The more milk he had, the hornier Mitch seemed to get. He gripped my tighter and drove his mouth open further. His teeth grated against my skin and his face was mashed against my skin so complete we may as well have been the same person.

  When he looked up at me, his face was flushed and his eyes were alive with fury, desire. My lips parted. “Why don’t we just be done with it and do it then? Remove my stupid chastity device and just take me. You own me. Do whatever you want with me.”

  Mitch didn’t say anything. His eyes cast down at me, his hands rubbing all over my thighs. I thought for a moment he might, but then the air between us became tense. He lifted my breast back into my bra and adjusted my dress like I was a modest little girl and not a whore. Not some man’s private cow.

  H
e didn’t say anything all the way to the airport.

  ****

  We boarded a private plane once we cleared airport security. Outside the plane there were reporters with cameras, our picture must have been snapped a hundred times.

  “Who is the new girl, Mitch?”

  “Are you finally over Audrey?”

  Mitch didn’t say anything, but rushed me to the plane and saw me inside. There was only one stewardess I saw in a short mini dress. She took my purse from me and then I went into the private cabin. It was small, but comfortable. I sat in a comfortable seat that may as well have been a leather recliner.

  I watched as Mitch went to the bar and poured himself a drink and downed it quickly. His hands were shaking and there were deep crease lines on his forehead. He was really shaken up and I didn’t know if it was what happened in the SUV between us or if it was what the reporters had said to us. But either way, I hadn’t seen him look this vulnerable even when he was attached to my breast.

  “I’m hungry. Do you have any snacks?”

  He didn’t answer but went over to one of the seats and picked up a brown bag. It had a strap attached to it. Like it was supposed to fit onto something. That’s when I realized what it was and my heart sank. It was a feedbag. Like one a horse would use.

  “You can’t be serious.” I whispered, hot tears stung my eyes.

  Mitch made a move to put it on me and I flinched. “Hold still.” Mitch’s voice was scary and commanding. “Hold still or I’ll show you one of the wrestling moves I’m famous for.”

  I was scared, so I did as he said. He attached the bag to my mouth. The belts ran under my chin and behind my head. Tightly he clamped it tightly. I could barely breathe. I knew the only way to get out of it was to eat. So I had to calm down. I took several deep breaths and then did just that.

  I ate.

  And out of the corner of my eye I could see Mitch watching me. An amused look on his face as he poured himself another whiskey. When thick tears fell to my cheeks, he laughed. I blushed furiously. He thought humiliating me was going to change anything? Maybe he thought this was going to break our connection.