Master's Milking Cow by Faye Parker Read Free Book Online

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    “When we were leaving, I heard someone say that you never bid on the cows. Why did you bid on me?”
    He simmered over the question.
    “You can tell me honestly. I would prefer that.”
    Was it because he wanted to sell my milk? Master Riggs was a smart businessman. Maybe with my production levels, it would make sense for him to snatch me up himself and bottle it.
    Instead of answering right away, he rose and grabbed a bottle of the serum from the nearby serving table.
    “Here, have this,” he said. I swallowed it and waited for his answer.
    “You’re also the first girl I’ve recruited. When I met you, I could tell you were honest, sweet, and innocent, but that wasn’t everything. You were innocent, but there was a sexual demon in you as well. Sweet, but also capable of feistiness when necessary. You were the perfect package. That was my first impression. I decided to make a move.”
    “But why purchase me? Wait, how much?”
    I forgot to ask him how much I sold for.
    “Three gold. I thought you would’ve known.”
    “T-t-three gold?” I stuttered.
    If the rumors were correct that would be around three hundred thousand dollars.
    “I heard that one gold is equal to a hundred thousand dollars. Is that true?”
    He stared me down. Did I say something wrong?
    “Who told you that? You’re not supposed to know that. And no, no, it’s not,” he said, trying to cover his tracks, but it was obvious.
    I rested my hand on top of his and looked deep into his eyes. “You need to get your money back.”
    “No chance,” he said.
    “I’m not worth that much. I don’t know what to do for three hundred thousand dollars.”
    That was a lot of money. And he paid that for me? Why? I thought he should really get a refund. I didn’t know what I could do to make up for it.
    “It’s too late to get my money back, besides I wouldn’t do it even if you begged me. You entered into an agreement. I hope you’re willing to live up to your end of the contract?”
    “Yes,” I said, falling back. “Of course, it’s just, that’s a lot of money.”
    “Don’t worry about it. I don’t make decisions like this all the time, so you should know that I wasn’t gambling my money away. Trust me, you’re worth it. You’re worth a lot more. And you’re mine now, and I won’t hear you saying you’re not worth it. The services you’ll give me will be invaluable. Try to put a price on the Mona Lisa. You can’t. Same with you.”
    “That’s nice of you,” I said, still running my fingers through my hair nervously.
    “You’re going to have a long day ahead. It’ll be your first day with me, and your first day really being milked. I suggest you get your rest.”
    I thought I knew enough about the submissive routine to know I needed to call him Master and Sir. I hoped that he would like when I said it. “Yes, Sir,” I said, acting the role of the submissive. Was I really submissive? I was never in a relationship where my boyfriend dragged me along on a leash and told me what to do, but I always wanted it, if it was the right man.
    This could be the right man.
    He smiled when I said "Sir.”
    “Good. Someone took a class on sex and submission for some college credit, did she? Or maybe she read those books, those fifty shade ones?”
    “Yes, Sir. I mean, I read about it, not from those books, but other books.”
    He stood from his seat. Towering over me, I felt like hiding in my seat at his imposing presence.
    “Up,” he said, and I stood.
    “Shall I lead you to your bedroom?”
    I would get a bed? Wow, I couldn’t believe how giddy I was about not having to sleep in a barn.
    “Sure,” I said, and he brought me up to my room, a gorgeous, massive room that looked more like an apartment. Beyond the bed, there was a balcony that looked out at the ocean. I stood there, waiting for his command, staring at the bed, and it’s headboard, which would make me look tiny once I got onto those sheets. My mind