honey-yolk:

Her breasts ached as
he massaged and milked at the swollen nubs. Breath heavy she whimpered into his
mouth, feeling her body grow weak from the attention.

“I could make you my
little cow,” he whispered into the seashell of her ear. “You know that’s what
those sweet udders are for don’t you? Just imagine me keeping you naked and
milking you every morning.”

She was wet, he
could smell it on her, stirred from the idea of being kept in such a helpless
state.