Chapter 15
Blaze
My woman is putty in my hands. When I pulled her close and started whispering all the filthy things I intended to do to her, I wasn’t sure how she would react.
Yes, I know she enjoys my dirty talk, but I’ve upped the level now. This is some serious control I’m exerting, and she’s lapping it up. I suspect I can make her come right here in the library just from nipple play. I don’t care that someone could walk in.
They all know we’re in here having a serious discussion.
Ryder is aware that a tracker was found on her car.
That word would have spread by now. All ten of my cousins and their spouses know that I’m talking to Victoria about her car.
They won’t interrupt, and Gretchen and the rest of the staff do not enter closed doors.
But there’s an element of danger in my girl’s mind because she isn’t as sure as I am that no one will walk in.
Fuck, her nipples are hard. I’m not kidding when I say I will train them. Eventually, they will get stiff from the thought of me touching them. I’d love to reach between her legs and find out how wet her pussy is. I bet it’s soaked. I’ll find out soon, but not yet. I’m not done tormenting her.
She’s learning an important lesson about how dominant I can be and how responsive she is when I control her.
“You’re curious,” I whisper. “You want to know what it feels like to have your bottom spanked, but now you want to have your nipples swatted, too. Imagine how your pussy will sting when I spread your legs and swat your clit.”
Her little noises are delightful.
“If you’re naughty enough to play with your pussy, I’ll make you hold yourself open for me so I can spank your wet bud.”
“Fuck…” she mutters.
“We can do that, too, after you marry me,” I tease.
I circle her tight nipple with one finger, not touching it directly.
“I’ll have months to help you learn not to touch yourself.
By the time you give birth, you’ll know better than to bring your fingers near these teats.
You’ll defer to me to decide when you need to be milked. ”
A long moan escapes her lips.
Fuck. Me.
“Blaze…”
“Victoria…” I tease.
Another moan.
“You never need to worry about your breasts, Victoria. When they’re full, I will milk them.
If you get a clogged duct, I will massage it with a warm compress.
I will bring our babies to your teats when it’s time to nurse and suckle them myself in between.
I will pad them in your nursing bras when necessary or leave them exposed and dripping if I think it’s what you need. ”
She’s panting so loudly it’s a wonder she’s not hoarse. When she arches her chest to get more contact, I remove my fingers and grip her waist, denying her what she craves.
Her eyes pop wide as her mouth falls open. “Please…”
I love that sound. It makes my cock harder than ever. I scoot farther down the couch, dragging her with me so her head ends up flat on the cushions.
She’s still watching me with those big brown eyes.
“Pull your shirt up, baby,” I order.
She awkwardly lifts it above her breasts.
“Good girl.” Taking my time, I trail a finger along the edge of her bra. The simplicity of it is sexy in and of itself. Just an ordinary bra. I’ll buy her sexy lingerie, but I’ll probably always find this sort of plain white cotton sexier than anything from a boutique.
While shifting my gaze back and forth between her eyes and her chest, I tease her with one finger, dipping under the cups without touching her nipples.
She writhes, her hands fisted at her sides. “Blaze…”
I love my name on her lips, too. It’s as nice as when she says please. Both of them come out in a begging tone.
Eventually, I slide my hand under her back. She arches for me, giving me the space I need to pop her bra open. “Such a good girl,” I praise.
My cock lurches in my jeans as I expose her tits. It’s not as though I haven’t seen them before, but they’re sexy every time I unveil them. I love that they will change and go through so many stages over the course of her life. I can’t wait to watch the evolution of her body.
I circle her nipples again, one at a time. “Do you understand the control I have over you, Victoria?”
She nods, whimpering. “Yes.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Another nod, faster.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Please…”
“Who decides when you come?”
She licks her lips. “You do.”
“The waiting and anticipation will make every orgasm so fucking sweet. Do you get that?”
“Yes,” she purrs.
She nearly bucks off the cushions when I flick one of her buds.
“Do you understand why I’m ordering you to keep your fingers away from your tits, Victoria?”
“Yes…” Her voice is so breathy, so delightful.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you, baby?” I smirk at that word. I warned her before we came into the mansion. The desperation is real. We both feel it. Maybe it has nothing to do with the house at all, but it certainly feels like it now that I have my life partner under this roof.
Our connection is undeniable. It may be bizarre, but she feels it as strongly as I do.
I swirl my finger around her entire globe. “These udders will swell and grow heavy.” I tap her nipple. “These teats will get long and swollen. I will take care of them every step of the way. Understood?”
She nods her immediate agreement. Such a good girl.
“When the time comes, you won’t be scared about nursing or being milked because you will trust me to take care of you. You will know in your heart that I will always do what’s best for you.”
Another nod of affirmation.
“Sometimes, you will need me to make you wait. You will be patient as these udders fill until the pressure is almost unbearable. You will let me decide when to milk them and when it will be better for you to endure the heaviness.”
If she nods any more vigorously, she’s going to give herself a concussion.
“You’re thinking about what it feels like to let me control you, aren’t you, Victoria?”
Her head rolls to the side as she moans. The sound goes straight to my cock. I know she’s turned on, but fuck, so am I. Her reaction to my demands is causing my pants to get tighter by the second.
I tighten my circles, coming so close to the tips of her nipples without touching them.
“Think about that submission, baby. Imagine yourself on your knees before me, hands behind your back, udders so heavy they ache, milk dripping from the tips. You’ll keep your legs open, your arousal running down your inner thighs, your clit swollen and desperate.
You won’t ask me to milk you because your patience makes it so much better when I let you come. ”
She’s moaning deeper now, flinching as she absorbs my words. Her eyes are rolled back. Fuck, she was made for me. A day ago, I barely realized what kind of woman I was looking for. She had no idea at all. Now, it’s shocking how in sync we are.
“A few months after you give birth, you won’t even remember what it was like before your udders were full and constantly needy. You won’t dare touch them or cover them. You’ll defer to me.”
“Yes…” she hisses.
I remove my finger, and her chest rises and falls. “You won’t be able to see your come running down your legs because your belly will be swollen with our second child.”
Victoria nearly bucks off the couch at that last visual.
I set a palm on her stomach and tap her good knee. “Drop this foot to the floor, baby. Swing your leg out wide. Open your pussy for me.”
She obeys without hesitation. She craves my control. It’s shocking to her, but she’s learning to accept and enjoy it.
“Good girl,” I praise again before dragging a finger along the edge of her shorts an inch from her pussy. “Are your panties soaked, baby?”
“Yes.” She meets my gaze.
“Close your eyes.”
She follows my instructions.
Using both hands, I circle her nipples with my pointers.
Victoria arches beautifully.
“Picture your udders heavy with milk, baby.”
Goosebumps rise on her skin.
“Can you feel them full and in need of milking?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Are you allowed to express them yourself?”
“No.”
I flick her engorged nipples. “Ask me to milk them, Victoria.” I’m taking this further than I anticipated, but she’s so horny and soaking up the visualization.
She hesitates, squirming and moaning, but she keeps her eyes closed.
“Ask me,” I repeat, my voice demanding.
“Please…” She clears her throat. “Please milk my heavy udders.”
My cock threatens to revolt. “Good girl. So polite. Remember that when the time comes. I won’t always grant your request if I don’t think it’s the right time to milk you. Sometimes, I might think you need a lesson in patience. But you’ll get much better results if you ask me politely.”
She shudders.
I pinch both nipples at the same time and hold them captive. “Come for me, Victoria.”
She cries out, her pleasure echoing all around the library as she orgasms.
I never even touched her pussy.