“Answer me, little pixie. Who decides when to milk you?”
“You do, Sir,” she murmurs, barely audible.
“That’s right. Submissive wives don’t make those kinds of decisions, do they?”
“No, Sir. Please…”
I grip her torso with my thighs out of fear that she will actually squirm free. I’m petting her breasts, barely touching her. It’s all she needs. “Do you know what will happen if I milk them dry and let the pump continue to suck on them?”
“N-no…”
“It will send a message to your brain that you need to make more milk.”
She bucks her hips hard enough that she’s nearly able to move me.
“They’ll be even fuller for your next milking. Dripping. But you’ll learn to leave them alone. You won’t ask me to milk you. You’ll wait like a good girl for me to decide when it’s time.”
“Oh, God! Brody. I’m going to come.”
I release her tits, shift my body to her knees, and push her dress up, exposing her panties. Her legs are pressed together. The front of her panties is soaked.
With one hand on her pelvis to steady her, I stroke her clit over the cotton with a finger.
My girl cries out as she comes, trembling with the pulses of her release. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Chapter 15
Brody
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“I still can’t believe you made me come so hard that everyone in your family had to have heard me,” Melody says the next morning after spitting out her toothpaste.
We went back to her place last night and slept here. I’m standing next to her at the sink because I’m serious about us not having boundaries. I never imagined meeting a woman I’d want to spend this much time with, but now I have.
I haven’t been apart from Melody for more than a few minutes since Saturday afternoon. Not even forty-eight hours. It seems like we’ve known each other for months.
For certain, I know more about her than any woman I’ve ever dated. Inside and out.
After rinsing my mouth, I grab her around the waist and lift her off the floor. This is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do: catch her off guard and bring her up to my eye level, pressing her body against mine.
I kiss her all over her face. “Little pixie, no one in that mansion would judge you. I’ve heard every single one of those women scream in ecstasy a number of times. There aren’t many secrets in those walls. Hell, no one can even hide a pregnancy for five minutes. We’re a close-knit family.”
She rolls her eyes. “So embarrassing. Then you made me join them in the library. I thought I would die.”
I chuckle as I carry her into her bedroom. “You lived.”
“Barely,” she grumbles. “Next time you’re going to maul me, maybe shut the door first.”
“We’ll see,” I tease, letting her slide down my body. “Do you have any other cute dresses you can wear for our trip into the city?”
She’s only wearing her white cotton panties so far because I insisted on seeing her in them. But we’re going to leave in a few minutes.
I watch her fucking hot body as she strolls over to the closet. “I’m going to run out soon. I’ve worn more dresses this week than I’ve worn in four years.”
“Two?” I laugh. “Today will make three.”
She shrugs. “Why would I wear a dress when I have no one to impress?”
