Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy) (11 page)

He moved faster.

He pumped his cock inside of her, pounding her back and forth as he rocked his body. The grinding and friction made her gasp. The pleasure shut down her higher thoughts as everything dissipated into a stream of pleasure. Her mouth went dry. Her throat locked up, only she didn’t care. Clara became nothing but the feel of their bodies interlocked and interconnected.

He had her. He took her.

She started to come.

His orgasm exploded out in the same moment. She felt him fill her up as he blasted his load. Clara’s orgasm brightened into a supernova. Every corner of her nervous system experienced it. Her toes curled, her breath caught, and her heart thundered, quaking the pleasure throughout her body. Every inch of skin felt this.

Eric finished with her. He rolled off.

Rather than make her get back on the floor, he brought her close. He held her against his chest. Within seconds, she relaxed and savored the feel of his arms around her. It was another kind of bondage. Perhaps these shackles were more insidious because she liked them.

Eric held her and petted her. The seconds turned to minutes. Her skin cooled and she could feel the moisture along her flesh. Her sense returned to normal, but she didn’t question him. If he wanted to hold his new pet, then he could do it. It wasn’t Clara’s place to question her Master’s desires.

She belonged to him. In every way imaginable, he owned her.

As her head cleared, she savored the tickles of touch as his fingers ran down the length of her bare back. He held her. He had her close, and she had no chance of escape. He owned her now, and the thought traced a smile along her lips.

The End