Milk

Chapter 22 Carter

She looked at me with hope. “You know my secret. I know yours. You can let me go. I won’t tell the police anything. If I did, you could tell. Just let me go, please?”

I shook my head. She didn’t understand, but I wanted her to.

“That town hates you, Tiff, and you hate that town. It’s a shitty hick town full of bigots, racists, and Jesus-freaks. Did they ever treat you well? Anyone except Wren?”

She stayed quiet. There was hesitation in her, but eventually, she shook her head.

“They didn’t,” I said in confirmation. “Were you ever happy there?”

Tiffany shrugged. She looked away, so I gently grabbed her chin, making her face me.

“Answer me, my calf. Were you ever happy there? Truly happy?”

I wouldn’t relent. I wouldn’t let her hide from herself anymore. I wanted an honest answer. She whimpered for a moment, then finally blurted out.

“N-no. I was never happy. Not there. Not anywhere.”

“Those townies and hicks never treated you well,” I pushed.

“Of course they didn’t!” She exploded, gesturing towards her body, “Look at me! Fat is the first thing I get called. I get stood up for dates. If they don’t comment on that, it’s my spots! My life may have been shit there, but at least I was free.”

“In time, you’ll-”

“Why do you keep taunting me? Why do you pretend to care about me? Forget it. Just kill me or let me go, please.”

“You really don’t see it, do you?” I asked, rhetorically.

“See what? That I’m a literal cow? Everyone made that clear to me before you came around.”

I tried to speak, but she continued standing up in the tub, water dripping down her body.

“My father, Henderson as he raped me, everybody made it clear that I’m ugly and unlovable. You might as well just shoot me. It won’t make a difference. Nobody will know. Nobody will care!”

I should have been focused on what she was saying, but she was gloriously naked, dripping wet, and I was level with her perfect, puffy pussy. Her thick thighs framed it so perfectly and the soap glistening across her skin was so inviting, I wanted to lean in and lick her. My dick pulsed violently.

“You really don’t see it,” I decided and stood up. “Come. The water is getting cold. Let me…”

I reached to help her out of the tub, and guide her back to the contraption. But she jerked back and looked at me furiously.

“Let you what? Put me back in the shackles? Chain me? Lead me back to my cage? Just go the fucking ahead. I don’t care anymore.”

“Watch your tone with me, Calf.”

“Or what?” She asked in the same defiant tone.

There was something under her defiance, something sweet and tempting. I knew she wanted real satisfaction. My body ached to give it to her, but I couldn’t. I’d give her what she actually needed.

“I’ll show you ‘what,’” I said and reached out to her.

Instead of her wrist, I reached for her hair.

She wasn’t expecting it. I pulled her wet hair and dragged her out of the tub, out of the bathroom, and back into my room, where I shoved her down into the contraption I had installed there.

She tried to fight me, but she was wet, slippery and tired.

She’d been tied for a long time and lacked the strength needed.

Despite her grunts of protest, I managed to latch her wrists and ankles in position.

Then I pressed a pedal at the bottom of the contraption.

A hydraulic piston pushed her legs open wider.

Tiffany moaned as I pushed her thighs into the position I wanted – where she was totally open and exposed to me alone.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I mocked her.

She let out an unconvincing curse as she shook her head.

I didn’t believe her. Her head might be telling me no, but her body shuddered and screamed ‘Yes, take me!’ so loudly that I didn’t need a real verbal answer …

yet. I gave her a soft spank, watching her ass jiggle.

The sound, the view, her little whimper, all of it made the moment even better.

“You like it rough, don’t you, calf?” I uttered in a tease.

“Please. You call this rough?” She taunted.

My blood boiled at her challenge. I loved her defiance and hated it in equal measure.

I squirted a few pumps of lube into my hand.

Then I swirled my slick fingers around her tight rear hole with it.

It twitched at my light touch. She rocked back against me weakly, spurring me on, then moaned as I pushed my fingers inside her.

She took both. It was a tight fit, but the fact that she did it amazed me.

She grunted, in pain, but pleasure as well.

She could take it, I knew, as I pumped my fingers in and out, helping her adjust and enjoying the view.

Once I felt her ass loosen and relax, I drew back. She whimpered and looked back at me, eyes wide. “What are you-”

I savored the view of her asshole uttered drenched in lube, then reached out for a steel hook with the ball end, the crude accessory hanging on my wooden wall near the contraption. “I’m showing you what happens when you’re disobedient.”

She whimpered, but I didn’t give her time to process what I meant.

I pushed the round tip into her ass, letting her feel it.

She whimpered and her head fell back, giving me the chance I needed.

I wrapped my hand in her hair and tied the end of the rope (attached to the hook) into her hair.

She leaned forward, hissed, then arched fully.

She looked beautiful displayed like this for me.

My gaze flicked down to her soaking wet pussy, glistening with water from the tub and her own honey.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

“Going to be good now?”

“Is this the best you got?”

She was still teasing me. I admired her spirit, but I needed to tame her wild side to truly make her mine. Fortunately, I knew exactly how to do it. I knelt behind her and brushed lips against her sex, exhaling until she trembled. Her bravado melted.

“C-Carter! What are you doing?”

“Looking at your wet little pussy, my calf. It’s dripping for me. Demanding my attention.”

The way she shifted and tried to pull away proved she’d never been eaten out before. Her taste would belong to me alone – this first would be mine.

My tongue slowly worked over her clit. God, she tasted too good to restrain myself. My nose nudged her entrance while my lips brushed her clit as I explored her deeper. I’d find every sensitive pleasure point between her legs and make it mine.

She moaned something that sounded like my name and tried squirming to get me into the position she wanted.

Between the contraption and the anal hook, her options to move were limited.

She held still after gasping, almost perfectly so, and let me feast on her taste.

Her thighs tensed as she whimpered, unable to draw back, she couldn’t deny either of us.

She was the most delicious woman I’d ever tasted – addictive, full of desire, so fucking sinful.

It didn’t take her long to climax. I made sure of that. I knew how to please a woman with my tongue well, even if I wasn’t experienced in other areas. I gave her another long lick to clean her with my tongue, feeling her tremble against me as her pussy kept gaping, proving she wanted more.

“Are you ready to be good to yourself, my calf?” I asked, making sure to exhale across her sensitive cunt.

“N-no,” she answered defiantly.

I snorted, then dove between her thighs again.

This time, I devoured her with more gusto, not letting her adjust, not giving her a break, proving last time I’d been nice.

Just as she was about to come, I stopped.

She was going to learn that pleasure could be a reward and a punishment.

Once she’d calmed down, I started again to repeat the same process another three times as she tried more desperately to get me where she wanted me, still muting her desire, letting her body do the talking.

When I blew across her wet pussy, she let out a desperate whimper and finally broke.

“P-Please. Let me c-come, Carter. Please!” She begged.

“Only if you say you are beautiful,” I muttered, between slow, light licks.

She hesitated, then exhaled, obviously pained. “I’m … beautiful …”

It was a step forward at least. In reward, I sunk between her legs and finally let her finish a second time.

She wasn’t too loud, but every twitch of her thighs, the way her ass clenched, those breathy moans, and how wet she got told me plenty.

It was almost a shame to be done. After wiping my chin and lips of her juices, I got up and walked until she could see me.

Her eyes dipped to my crotch as she stared at the obvious bulge.

“Will you be a good girl now and sleep?” I asked, pretending not to see where her eyes lingered.

She nodded.

I reached under her and dipped my fingers into her pussy, watching her moan. I let go before she could get used to it and held my fingers in front of her face, slick and soaked.

“Have you ever tasted yourself, my baby calf?”

“N-no.”

“Do it now,” I ordered

I worked two fingers into her mouth. She obeyed, sucking and cleaning my fingers like the good girl she was. I savored the view of her cheeks hollowing and her hazy eyes lingering on me until I was sure she’d gotten a good taste of herself and cleaned my fingers fully.

“Good girl. Now, try to sleep,” I said, drying my fingers on a towel.

“W-what? You can’t leave me like this! I’m still wet!” She said, and then added. “In b-both ways!”

I didn’t listen to her, simply turned the lights off, and walked towards my bed.

“You are such an asshole, Carter!” She shouted in the dark. “You can’t leave me like this!”

“Keep it up and I’ll put you to sleep with a sedative.”

That seemed to calm her, but just for a moment. She whimpered pitifully. “I’m s-sorry. I’m just so cold. Please, Carter.”

I had to reward her for changing her tune so fast. Her pleading was sweet too, and convincing.

I took off my shirt and turned on the light.

She drank the sight of me shirtless as I walked closer to her.

I was happy to be so muscled and built. Normally I liked seeing how far I could push myself, but right now, I savored knowing I could man-handle my beautiful calf with ease.

“Ask me to dry you again. Politely.”

“Please, Carter-Sir, dry me?”

It wasn’t great but it was good enough. I used my shirt to pad the wetness from her skin and help her dry.

As I cared for her, I noticed how wet her pussy still was for me.

She was so fucking perfect. All mine to reward, punish, and love.

I used a towel to dry her pussy as well.

She whimpered, panted, and tried to arch into my touch without having any luck.

“Now will you be a good little calf?” I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me properly.”

“I’ll… Be a good calf.”

“Whose good calf?”

“I’ll be your good calf, Carter.”

“There we go.”

I told myself I was rewarding her as I ran my fingers over her pussy, then sunk two into her dripping cunt.

Honestly, though, I just wanted to touch her.

I wanted to watch her as she came for me.

All it took was curling my fingers against her g-spot, gently rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she came apart in record time.

I nodded my approval. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she panted, her eyes wild and dilated, half in love with me, half hating me. Fucking gorgeous.

I drew back and wrapped her in a thermal blanket.

It was designed for cows but made in measurements just good enough to fit my Tiffany.

I tightened the Velcro straps under her stomach, caressed her head, and tapped her bell before removing the anal hook from her ass and hair.

Then - lights out. Maybe soon she would be good without question and able to sleep in the bed with me?

Wouldn’t that be nice?