Clara – Dahlia
The milking should feel routine. It doesn’t. Not with his rough hands on me, teasing, torturing, making me crave things I don’t even understand. He pushes, he takes, and I—helpless, needy—give. Because the way he owns me? It’s everything.
I thought I was just surrendering my body. But now? Now, I’m his. Not just as a hucow. As everything.
Lucas won’t stop until I’m completely broken in. And God help me, I want it.