But I can’t think about that right now. How did I sleep through a milking and dinner? I worry my bottom lip as I try to puzzle through the ramifications. With a laugh, he walks over to me and plants a kiss on my head.

The action is so intimate, as if we’ve been together for years instead of days. It makes my heart clench with both need and worry. It’s all happening far too fast.

“It’s not unusual for cows to be exhausted their first night. And you had two orgasms, far more than the usual herd. I’m not at all worried. Now then, to remind you, the rules of the house are different than the rules in the field. You’re still not allowed to talk, but you don’t have to wear your hooves. Only your tail.”

With a delicious smirk, he holds up the object in question. A shudder runs through me as the metal plug glints in the light. Right on cue, the machine inside moves again, forcing pleasure through my body.

“Do you need to relieve yourself before I put it in?”

I nibble on my thumbnail, trying to understand the sensations in my body. “Better safe than sorry?”

“That’s what I always say. Get on all fours.”

The moment I’m in position, he unhooks the machine, leaving my core empty. Relief floods my system as the constant stimulation stops. Reaching forward, he slides his finger in with little resistance.

His hum of satisfaction goes straight to my clit, making my nerve endings twitch. Soon, two fingers slide in, followed by a third. There’s no discomfort and only a slight burn as he stretches me.

“You’re dilating nicely. Now go to the bathroom so I can bring you to breakfast. The longer I wait to milk you, the more uncomfortable you’ll be.” He slaps my ass like a farmer would an actual cow.

I want to sass him, but the need to pee far outweighs any sense of hurt dignity. Shuffling back into the bathroom, I look around for a toilet and find none. Vrokjan walks in after me, a dark grin tilting his lips.

Squirming, I squeeze my thighs together as desperation beats at me. “Please tell me where the toilet is.”

“There isn’t one. Not for peeing, at least.”

I glance over at the tub, watching as the water continues to flow just like a fountain. The sound crashes against me, heightening my need. He couldn’t mean for me to use that, would he?

Gripping my arm, he leads me over to a corner and presses a button. The floor opens up to reveal a square thatch of grass. He has to be joking. I stare up at him, my jaw dropping open.

“This is where you’ll do your business. Afterward, I’ll clean you up.”

“No. No, no, no. This has to be some sick joke. I can’t just squat and pee.”

He tilts his head to the side. “I mean, you could just pee all over yourself, but that would make cleanup take longer. The longer that takes, the more your breasts will hurt. Is that what you want?”

Already the dull ache scratches at my skin. They’re so swollen and sore, as if him drinking from me did nothing. A soft whine claws at my throat as I look between him and the grass.

“Well? Are you going to be a good little cow for me and pee where you’re supposed to? Or am I going to have to hose you down and bring you to breakfast soaking wet?”

Kneeling down on the grass, I’m relieved to find it far softer than it looks. It’s as if I’m hunching down on silk as opposed to pale-blue grass. Spreading my knees wide, I lean back, humiliation burning through my core.

The worst part is the more he watches me, the more arousal gathers on my lower lips. It’s insane. I’m an adult career woman. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by being so degraded.

Gritting my teeth, I wait for the inevitable, but nothing happens. I can’t seem to pee while he’s watching me. With a wicked grin, Vrokjan saunters behind me and kneels down.

His hand is clinical as he reaches up and massages my pussy. “You can do it, pretty girl,” he croons. “Pee for me. Let’s get this over with so I can relieve the ache I know is building. And,” he whispers, leaning forward so the heat of his breath washes over my skin. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll give you pleasure as the milk drains from your gorgeous breasts.”

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CHAPTER 19

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JESSICA

My body quivers as I squat there, my mind at war with the physical need to pee. It’s not about wanting to be good or bad. It’s about having to pee in front of this gorgeous man.

Bile rises in my throat, nearly choking me. Again, he reaches between my splayed thighs and plays with my pussy. Pulling back, he glides two fingers into me and grips my hip, locking me in place.

He angles his fingers downward, pressing against my G-Spot. Pleasure lances through me as the need to pee swells even more. Vrokjan is relentless. He continues to press deep inside, forcing the pressure to build until I can no longer contain it.

Pee splashes against the grass, the humiliating sound thundering in my ears. Unable to help myself, a groan of relief flits past my lips. Vrokjan runs his free hand down my thigh as he continues to rock into me until I’m done.

“There now. It will be easier the more you do it. Stay right there.”

My thighs burn as I hold my position, not wanting to sit in the mess I made. I watch as Vrokjan strides over to wash his hand, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. How can this not affect him?

Heat infuses my cheeks as he smiles at me through the mirror. It’s as if none of this happened. However, the moment he walks back toward me and grabs a hose, I know it’s all too real. I don’t have the luxury of convincing myself it’s a dream. Not anymore.

The water is warm as he sprays my pussy down, and honestly, I’m grateful. I was expecting a frigid blast. Once he’s done, he helps me up and dries me off.

This time, when he works the plug into my ass, it’s only a dull sensation. The stretch and fullness of having a foreign object in me is still bizarre and doesn’t feel natural, but it doesn’t hurt. Leading me back into the bedroom, he finishes getting dressed while I stand there, shifting from one foot to the other.

Now that the utter humiliation of that bathroom experience is over, the ache in my breasts becomes too much for me to ignore. Vrokjan watches me as he puts on his shoes, his gaze narrowing as he stares at my nipples. They’re swollen and jutting out.

My chest itches as the skin stretches out, feeling far too tight. I scratch, but that does nothing to relieve the discomfort. Instead, my skin becomes overly sensitive to the point where a whimper fills the air.

My Rancher finishes getting dressed in record time and clips the lead back onto my collar. I don’t fight him as he takes me down the stairs. At this point, I’d pee in front of the entire planet if it makes the pain go away.

Downstairs the other Ranchers mill about, setting bowls and cutlery on the table. Fiona kneels next to Antroli, her pale cheeks flushed. Her breasts jut out, high and firm, and just as swollen.

The only difference is mine seems at least double, perhaps triple, the size of hers. She bites her lower lip as she fidgets her fingers in her lap. The discomfort oozes from her, mirroring my own.

Once Antroli sees us, he beams at Vrokjan, his smile widening with every step we take. “I was getting worried. Fiona is desperate to be milked, but I didn’t want to start without you.”

Vrokjan claps his hand on his shoulder. “Next time, don’t make her suffer. I will understand. Just like if you’re ever running behind, I’ll take care of my own.”

The other Ranchers gather around, their eyes darkening as they look at us. As if I weigh nothing, Vrokjan hoists me up onto the table right alongside Fiona. Fear slithers down my spine as the other men come closer, their gazes hungry. Once they circle the table, they all bow their heads and place a fist over their heart.