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

iris a ring of gold in the dark. He smelled like pine and leather, my favorite smell, and I sucked it into my lungs, hoping it would ease my tension. It worked.
    I half expected some form of punishment to come after, "It's all right," like "It's all right, but you'll have to whipped four times," but no punishment came. He pulled me closer, fingers gripping me tighter around the waist. Everything in me tightened.
    But then he broke the hold. "I should've told you where to find me. That was my fault. What is it you're looking for?"
    "Something sweet," I said. I sounded childish, but he didn't seem to mind.
    "We all need something sweet sometimes," he said, gazing down at my breasts.
    He went over to a cupboard far from the refrigerator. He brought out some tiny strawberry cakes, but there was a whole tray of them. He laid them out on the table for me and nodded. I went for one.
    "When we haven't indulged in a long time, what was once mildly sweet becomes an exotic treat. I haven't had anything sweet in awhile."
    Really? I thought for sure Master Riggs would've tried all the girls' milk.
    "I thought you tried the milk," I said, then added, "I mean, I thought you would be into having all the girls. Most of them would throw themselves at your feet. I'm surprised you don't get jugs of milk thrown at your limo every time you pass."
    He laughed. "In the beginning, I tried it, but it didn't work out well. This place is difficult to live in for a long time. You have to be a special kind of person."
    I finished two of the cakes. Master Riggs sat and contemplated, staring off into the other rooms. He occasionally checked out my swollen, heavy breasts.
    I wanted to tell him that I was made for this life, but to be honest, I wasn't sure yet, and I didn't want to lie.
    "All done? I suggest you go back to your room and rest."
    "Yes, I'm done, Master. Thank you."
    We headed out of the kitchen. He shut the lights off behind him.
    "I'm still restless. Can I go for a night swim, Master?"
    He chuckled, but then realized I was serious. I was. I enjoyed swimming so much, and it would be majestic swimming in the pool at night. It would be the perfect thing to calm me down.
    "A night swim, no, you can't do that. What do you think this all is, cakes and pool parties?"
    "No, no, I don't think that. I know it's much more than that."
    "Good. I still can't let you go swimming at this hour. If you knew what you were in for tomorrow, you would understand."
    "OK," I said, and I almost forgot to add, "Master," which if I left it off, might give him the impression I was spoiled.
    We got to my bedroom door. I turned around to face him. I wanted to ask him to come in. He seemed to get the hint even without me asking. It must've been the long pause and the doe eyes.
    “I want to be in there with you desperately, but I can't. I touched you far too much in the kitchen. I'm afraid if I touch you again, it'll set me off and I'll want your sweetness far too much for me to contain myself. For now, you'll have to sleep alone. Good things come to those who wait, and there's a lot of good coming your way tomorrow."
    I nodded, and said, "OK, I understand," even though I really didn't. I opened the door and headed inside. Being obedient wasn't difficult yet, but I knew that he was being easy on me because of what I went through at the bidding.
    "Now go to sleep," he said, and he closed the door on me.
    Sufficiently packed full of carbs, and dismissed by the Master of the house, I dropped onto the bed and eventually passed out.
     
     
    The first time I moved in the morning, I looked down at the gigantic weights on my chest, and I almost screamed. I dragged myself over to the edge of the bed, rolling, because I wasn't in the mood to do a sit up when I had such heavy breasts. When I leaned over the bed, they did their usual aching routine, but this time, it was much stronger.
    Whatever the Master gave me the day before, it was a more potent mix.
    There was a knock on the