I pluck at her pretty tits, making her squirm. “Arms above your head. Don’t move them.”
She’s trembling as she follows my orders. Her breathing is erratic.
“You told me you’ve read books where the hero milks the heroine.”
She nods, her head also somehow rolling back and forth.
“Have you written a milking romance, baby?”
She shakes her head.
I pinch her nipples, holding them hostage as I tug on them.
She cries out.
“Shhh. Quiet, little pixie. You don’t want anyone to wonder why you’re moaning and come looking for us, do you?”
She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks darkening further.
“I love that the idea of milking you turns you on.” I twist her nipples.
My girl is going to squirm out from under me if I’m not careful. “Brody…”
I lean over her more. “Do you know how engorged your breasts will be a few days after our first child is born?”
“Oh God…”
Fuck, she’s so aroused she might come.
I continue to hold her nipples, stroking them with my fingers, causing them to engorge further. “They will be so sore and heavy. Do you know what will happen if I pump them every few hours?”
Another moan.
“You’ll make more milk than the baby needs, little pixie. You’ll ache for me to relieve them. I may even have to clamp one while the baby nurses from the other so your milk won’t squirt out and get wasted.”
She’s panting so hard she might hyperventilate.
“You’re so submissive, Melody. Did you know that before yesterday?”
She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “No, Sir.”
Oh, yeah… She’s calling me Sir again. It’s not even noon. It was so easy to pin her down and make her writhe. She’s craved this in her life. She just didn’t know it.
I push her further because I want to know how she’ll react. “Imagine how full these will be.” I jiggle her breasts. “So much bigger than they are now. Can you feel the weight of them, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out.
I pinch her nipples again. “Can you feel the pressure against these teats?”
Her head lolls to one side. “Yes, Sir.” She grips her thighs tightly together under me. I can’t stop her. It’s okay. I don’t mind if she comes. In fact, I think it would be good for her to orgasm while I’m driving her out of her mind with only my words.
“I’ll put padding against them, but they will leak through the layers anyway and drip down your torso.” I keep my voice low. “You’ll beg me to milk you.”
Long, low whimpers escape her as she draws her knees up behind my back.
“Who decides when it’s time to milk your udders, baby?”
Melody is coming out of her skin. It’s the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And she’s mine. All mine.
