Page 41 of Blaze

“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’redesperate, 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 willalwaysdo 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 itsomuch 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.