Chapter Seven
Morning was shower steam and Lena’s hands.
She walked him to the private bath before the building got loud.
Hot water. She washed his hair with slow fingers, soaped the dried milk from his chest and the tender place between his legs, and cleaned him inside with careful fingers while she watched his face for flinch and ease.
When he hissed she slowed. When he nodded she continued until he was clean and open and quiet against the tile.
She dried him, put him on the bed, and worked lotion into rope ghosts and the faint clamp lines on his nipples.
She checked the collar fit again and left it on.
Outside, Tuesday traffic moved ordinary.
Inside, his body was still transformed: full udder, wide hips, prominent middle, cock already half interested against the curve of his stomach.
She kissed him then, real and unhurried, and laid him back on clean sheets.
She stroked his cock until he was hard and pushed into him face to face, legs hooked over her hips, long dark brown hair falling around them.
He opened for her easy, though he was still sore. The first full slide pulled a long sound from both of them. She paused buried and let him feel the collar ring and the weight of his own chest between them.
“Take me. Love me with it. Ruin me with it. Both.”
She moved in slow deep strokes, her mouth on his mouth, his hands free on her back. Milk beaded when she pressed close and she licked it without breaking rhythm, pleased.
Midway she pulled out, sat up against the headboard, and drew him into her lap face to face so his heavy breasts hung between them while she rolled her hips up into him.
He held her shoulders and rode the pace she set.
When he got close she slowed and made him ride the edge until he was moaning for it.
When he came it was with her name in his mouth. When she came it was with her hand locked around the collar ring, holding him at the exact distance she wanted while she spent deep.
She pulled out and turned him to his side, spooned close, and entered him again with her chest to his back and her hand under his belly, slow and intimate, her mouth at his nape. When he got close she stopped moving and only held him full until the urge dropped one degree, then started again.
She milked him in time with the next set of thrusts, firm practical pulls that made him moan into the pillow, then stroked his cock until he spilled a second time while she filled him again and held him sealed with her body alone.
After, they stayed joined and breathing. Outside, a delivery truck reverse-beeped somewhere ordinary. Inside, his new body fit against her.
Lena reached for her phone on the nightstand, scroll brief, then turned the screen so he could see a calendar block.
“They asked if I had anyone worth showing,” Lena said. “I said yes, you. Scheduled milkings, me taking you between sets while they watch from the chairs, you collared the whole time.”
Evan’s spent cock twitched. Heat rolled through the ache and the milk-heavy weight of his chest and the lock at his throat.
“When do we start?”
She drew a finger along the collar. “Rest while you can. I’ll send you a short list of what they will see and what they won’t touch. You read it. You tell me if any line needs cutting. Then I train you for display the way I trained you for the breeding bench.
He turned into her hand and kissed her palm. “I can handle it. I want them to see what you made.”
“We’ll see,” she said, dry, almost amused. She set the phone aside and rolled him onto his back again. Her cock was still half hard against his thigh. She stroked him once, idle, and watched his spent body try to answer.
“One more before rest,” she said. “Slow and face to face. I want you looking at me while I fill you.”
He opened his legs. She pushed in easy, forehead to his, collar ring cool between their chests when she pressed close.
Milk beaded. She licked it.
He came soft and almost empty while she spent deep and stayed there, joined, breathing.
For a while they only breathed together.
Her long dark brown hair stuck to his cheek.
His collar ring pressed cool between them.
When she finally eased free she reseated the plug with careful fingers, wiped them on the sheet, and drew him onto her chest so his heavy breasts rested soft against her ribs and his belly curved into the hollow of her hip.
“Friday they’ll see you on a low bench,” she said into his hair. “I’ll milk you on a schedule while they watch. Between milkings I’ll take you open where they can hear every sound. You’ll moo when I ask. You’ll thank me when I fill you. You’ll look at me, not them, unless I tell you otherwise.”
Evan’s spent cock twitched against her thigh. “And after?”
“Afterward I bring you home and hold you the way I’m holding you now. That show is just for them. This is for us.” She traced the collar. “Rest while you can. I intend to make the show we’re putting on very intense.”
“What are their names?” he asked, already half hard again at the idea of being shown.
“June and Nora. Trusted and careful, hungry in the right ways. They won’t touch without my word, and they won’t speak over you when I’m using you. They’ll watch and thank me for the view.”
“Tell them I said yes,” Evan said.