Chapter 7
Seven
Holly
The first press of the nozzle against my nipple makes me gasp.
It’s so cold against my hot skin, but it warms almost instantly as it seals around me with a soft suck.
My back arches off the chair, a ragged moan tearing from my throat as the machine pulses, mimicking the rhythm of a hungry mouth.
The suction is perfect. It’s firm enough to drag a thick, relentless stream of milk from me, but gentle, like Nick’s lips when he drank from me yesterday.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, my fingers clawing at the velvet arms of the chair.
Nick takes the second nozzle and presses it to my other nipple, and the dual sensations are almost too much. My hips buck, my head rolling back and forth as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of kinky pleasure.
Nick sinks to his knees in front of me and hooks my legs over the arms of the chair so I’m splayed open for him, dripping and obscene. His beard brushes the inside of my thigh as he kisses the soft skin there, his breath hot against my bare, swollen cunt.
“My perfect little milkmaid, all spread out and leaking for me,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “Your tits are flooding this machine, little one. Listen to it slurping on you. It can’t even keep up with you.
” The nozzles tighten their grip, the pump whirring faster as the crystal bottles fill with thick streams of my milk.
I can hear how much I’m making as it sloshes into the bottles, and it makes my clit throb.
His thumb drags down my slit, and I jerk at the contact, my hips rolling shamelessly.
“You’re soaked,” he says in that deep voice that I can feel in my stomach.
“Your pretty cunt’s dripping all over the chair, little one.
Such a messy, greedy girl.” He parts me with sure fingers, exposing my clit.
“So fat and swollen,” he says, stroking along the sides of it.
“Such a pretty dark pink.” He circles it with the pad of his thumb, teasing all around it.
“Your clit’s so swollen for me. Like a delicious little berry, all puffy and needy.
Do you ache here, Holly? Does your fat clit throb when the machine sucks out your milk? ”
“Yes,” I moan as the suction pulses harder, another gush of milk spraying into the bottles.
The sound of it, the feeling of my pussy dripping onto the velvet chair, the way Nick’s breathing has gone rough and ragged makes me feel like I’m burning up from the inside.
My hips buck, chasing Nick’s teasing fingers.
“That’s it,” he says, finally pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing in slow, gentle circles.
“You’re going to drown this chair, aren’t you?
Going to make a mess while the machine drains those heavy tits.
And if you choose the bond…” His fingers slide lower, two of them pressing just inside my entrance, not deep, but stretching me just enough to make me whine, desperate and eager for more.
“I’ll have you like this every damn day.
My cock buried in this tight, dripping cunt while the machine milks you dry.
I’ll drink from these sweet, gorgeous, milky tits every day.
Maybe we’ll see if you can take my cock down your throat while your tits empty into these bottles.
” He makes a humming sound as he works my clit, teasing it, stroking it.
“I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
The image sends a jolt through me, my pussy clenching and my clit throbbing as my milk lets down in long, thick streams. The machine whirs louder, the suction bordering on too much, but it’s so fucking good, especially with Nick’s thumb working my clit in tight little circles, his fingers teasing my entrance.
“Please, Nick. Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More. Everything. Anything.
“Shhh,” he soothes, his breath hot against my thigh.
“I’ll take care of you.” His fingers slide deeper, curling up to press against that sensitive spot inside me.
“You’re doing so well, little one. Such a good girl, giving me all this sweet milk.
Your cunt’s clenching around my fingers, so wet and needy.
Do you want me to make you come while the machine drains you? ”
“Yes!” I practically scream.
Nick’s mouth lands on my pussy like a starving man pouncing on his favourite meal, his tongue wet and hot as he drags it up my slit.
I scream, my back arching off the chair as the machine whirs louder still, the suction brutal now, pulling thick spurts of milk from my tits in time with his devouring mouth.
The room is a symphony of obscene sounds.
Nick’s mouth is wet and slurping from between my spread thighs, and my milk hits the bottles in rhythmic splatters.
Nick and I are both moaning, our voices jagged and raw.
“You taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans against my pussy, his beard scratchy-soft against my inner thighs.
He spreads my lips open with his fingers and just stares for a moment.
“Look at you, Holly. Your cunt’s weeping, dripping all over your king’s face while your milky tits flood this machine.
Such a good girl, giving me everything. Your milk.
Your pussy. Your trust.” His tongue slides into me, fucking me deep before dragging up to circle my clit, and I sob, my thighs trembling.
The milking nozzles pulse harder, the suction bordering on painful, but it’s perfect, the edge of too much making my vision go white and fuzzy around the edges.
“Nick, oh god, yes.” My fingers tangle in his silver hair, holding onto him as he eats my pussy.
The fire roars, flames licking higher, casting flickering gold over his broad shoulders as he feasts on me with messy slurps and deep groans.
Magic sparkles in the air like shattered diamonds, swirling around us, and I instinctively know that I’m doing that with my pleasure.
My skin is hot to the point of burning, and my nipples ache where the machine clamps them, but I don’t want to stop.
Nick sucks on my clit in time with the machine, and all I can think is that I want this forever.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, lapping at my entrance before sealing his mouth over my clit, sucking hard.
The pleasure is electric, sizzling up my spine.
“Your cunt’s gushing, little one. Can you feel how wet you are?
How sloppy?” His fingers join his mouth, two of them shoving inside me, curling up to press against my g-spot.
The machine sucks harder, the bottles filling faster as I start to spiral out of control.
“I…I need…” My voice breaks as he sucks my clit into his mouth and polishes it with his tongue.
My orgasm rips through me, my back bowing off the chair as I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my milk spraying into the bottles in long, thick pulses that mimic the spasms of my pussy.
Sparks shower down like snowflakes, and the fire turns violet as the air hums with power.
My power.
Nick doesn’t stop. He rides out my seemingly never ending orgasm, licking and sucking on my swollen clit, his fingers fucking me through it until I’m a sobbing, trembling mess.
Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening, his beard wet with me.
He stands and turns off the machine, then disconnects the nozzles with a wet pop.
My nipples are ridiculously swollen, dark pink, still dripping, and before I can even catch my breath, his mouth is on me, sealing over one aching peak.
The first pull of his lips sends another jolt through me.
He drinks from me, deep and hungry, his throat working as he swallows, his hand sliding between my legs to rub my oversensitive clit.
“That’s it, little one,” he rumbles against my breast, the vibrations making my nipple throb. “Feed your king.”
He rubs slow, teasing circles around my clit while he nurses from me, and the dual sensations send me crashing into another orgasm before I know what’s happening. My milk sprays into his mouth, my hips jerking, my cries filling the room as my magic flares bright and wild around us.
The air shimmers as Nick drinks from me, his mouth sealed around my nipple. Snowflakes spiral from the ceiling, catching the firelight like jewels, and somewhere in the distance, bells chime. A golden glow pulses around us, making my skin tingle.
Nick pulls back and licks lazily around my nipple. When his eyes meet mine, they’re icy blue ringed with molten gold. So beautiful, like a work of art.
He smirks as he reaches for one of the milking nozzles and quickly adjusts the suction to its lowest setting. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he presses it against my clit.
The first pulse of suction makes me scream his name.
It’s intense, but not painful, and I watch, entranced, as the suction pulls my swollen, throbbing clit into the flared tip, sealing around it and sucking it with a gentle, steady rhythm.
My back arches so hard I nearly fold in half, my milk letting down in a fresh, tingling rush.
Nick groans, his mouth closing back over my nipple, drinking greedily as the machine sucks my clit in time with his mouth.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growls against my breast, his voice ragged.
“Your pretty cunt’s dripping, little one.
This fat, greedy clit’s begging for more, isn’t it?
Even after you came all over my face.” His free hand slides down, fingers spreading my lips, exposing how wet I am.
“So fucking sloppy. Your pussy’s soaked, and your tits…
” He squeezes my breast, and I watch, moaning, as milk sprays into his mouth.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect. Such a good girl, letting me play with what’s meant to be mine. ”