Chapter 12
Jules
Eventually, we agree that we move forward with the collaboration with some extra videos planned we hadn’t originally written down.
Originally, we weren’t sure if there would be requests sent in other than the normal ones, so we decided with so many coming in that we would do our best to cater to those outside of our planned scenes.
We’re starting off with one-on-one couplings, and then we’ll build up to group scenes.
It’s a solid strategy that’ll have our subscribers desperate for the grand finale by the end.
Tonight, we’re set up for the first live video, and there will be plenty of people who tune in for it.
A large handful have already paid the extra fee for the live cam feed with plenty all in for the edited version we release after the fact.
The first man from The Velvet Rodeo I’ll be paired with is Cash, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not excited for it.
I find him in the milking barn with a dairy cow nestled in between the holder thing I have no name for.
Today, he’s dressed more casual, but everything is still black.
Black jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt.
No hat today, but he still has all the silver around his hips and neck. Every bit of it works for him.
“Well, howdy, Mistress,” he declares when he sees me step in. “You here for your first milking session?” He holds up a piece of equipment that I have no name for.
“I’ve never milked a cow before,” I reply honestly. It’s not something I’d have ever had the privilege to do growing up but he doesn’t know that.
“Oh, yeah,” he teases. “I totally meant the cow.” At my look, he laughs and gestures for me to come closer.
“There’s a first time for everything. Come on over here and let me show you how it’s done,” he encourages.
When I come closer, he hands me the machine.
“Just stick this right on one of her teats and then you do the same for each one.”
“You guys don’t use a bucket or whatever?” I ask.
He laughs. “Not anymore. We’re a bit too large of an operation for manual milking these days.
Not that we’re large either. The machines the big dairy farms have are insane.
They use AI and robots and stuff. Can you believe some dairy farms put virtual reality headsets on the cows to make them think they’re in the field? I couldn’t believe that when I heard.”
“You’re kidding!” I say, doing as he said. The machine latches on and I take another. “There’s no way that’s true.”
“It’s the truth,” he nods. “They try all kinds of things.” He pats the cow as she shifts in the stall. “This here is Lady Moobeth. She’s a bit of a grump and a kicker, but her and I get along. Looks like she doesn’t mind you so much either.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Moobeth,” I tell her as I latch on another of the machines. Once they’re all done, I straighten and look back at Cash. “Now what?”
“I just flip this switch here and . . . there we go! Just give her about five to seven minutes and she’ll be all done.”
“That fast?” I ask, patting Lady Moobeth.
“That fast,” he repeats. He grins at me. “You come to discuss tonight’s video?”
I nod. “What’s the game plan? I know you have a particular style and that doesn’t exactly match mine, so I’m not sure if you had any ideas.”
“I do,” he nods. “Our subs really love when I do the truth or dare session. It’s Tuesday and we usually do a truth or dare Tuesday once every couple of weeks. Since that would have been the theme today anyways, I figured we could do that.”
“And how does that work exactly?” I ask, frowning. “We dare each other?”
“Nope,” he shakes his head. “The subs send in the truths or dares. When one of us loses, the loser makes the other one finish.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “But don’t worry. If you lose, I’ll still let you finish if you want.”
“How magnanimous of you,” I tease, laughing.
“I’m here to please,” he jokes. “Does that work for you?”
I shrug. “I don’t have a problem with it. I’ll be wearing a different mask tonight and then I will probably be choosing dare most of the time.”
He nods. “I usually start with a truth before it becomes a dare fest so don’t worry. We’ll be taking requests from both of our accounts to make sure both aesthetics are catered to and if you’re uncomfortable at any point, we can just stop. It’s all about your comfort.”
“You don’t get uncomfortable?” I ask.
“It’s hard to make me uncomfortable,” he replies honestly. “I’m down for most anything.”
My brows shoot up. “Good to know.”
A timer goes off and he reaches for the machine before running through what looks like a sanitation process. He flicks his eyes from the machine to me and back again.
“How do they work?” I ask, leaning forward.
He grins, as if I took the bait. “Suction. They stimulate the teat and then draw.” He sticks his finger inside to show how it can’t hurt him and then presses it against the palm of my hand.
A gentle sucking motion pulls at my skin.
“This is the stimulation part. The suction gets harder once it hits the milking part.”
“Interesting,” I say, focusing on the feeling.
“Imagine it against other places,” he breaths as he leans in, his eyes heating. I blink up at him as he presses closer. “Against your nipple. Against your clit.”
My mouth runs dry. “What?”
He moans. “I know what it feels like on my cock.”
My breath stutters. “You do?”
“Of course I do,” he rasps. His hand comes up to cup my jaw, holding gently. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah,” he growls. He leans in closer. “You’re hot as fuck, Jules. And I’ve thought about nothing but this since I first saw your videos.” His fingers stroke my skin. “If you want me kneeling before you, at your feet, I’ll grovel like a fucking dog.”
My lips curl up. “Save it for the video.”
“Just a kiss?” he purrs.
I hesitate. That’s not how I operate, not normally.
Work is work, but he’s in front of me, begging so pretty, and fuck it, I do want to kiss him.
There’s something about the three men here that are seriously getting to me in ways I’ve never encountered.
I never knew I had a thing for cowboys, but here I am, thinking about the way his plump lips will feel against mine.
He waits there for my answer, not pushing.
He just waits for me to make the decision.
After three long beats, I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
His arms come around me immediately, dragging me against him as he deepens it.
His tongue tangles with mine and suddenly, I forget where I am, who I am.
Hell, I don’t even feel human in this moment.
The kiss rocks my fucking world, and I’m immediately wet for him, desperate for more.
My arm comes around his waist, holding on as he consumes me. His hand dips down the front of my sweatpants and—
A loud “moo” makes the both of us jump as Lady Moobeth demands to be let out of the stall now that she’s done milking. We pull apart and he tips his forehead against mine.
“Fuck,” he draws out. “I can’t wait for tonight.”
“Likewise, cowboy,” I rasp, before dragging myself away. “See you in a few hours.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he croaks. “I’ll be the one with the rock-hard cock.”
I snort. “Yeah, okay.”
And then I leave, before I do something I most definitely will regret.
Don’t mix business with pleasure. This is just a job. It isn’t supposed to be more.
I repeat those words over and over again as I head back to the cabin, but the fact that it smells like Cash when I walk inside only makes it worse.
Fuck. I’m in trouble.