Page 13 of Paid in Full
He fiddles with a few knobs and the area that usually holds my breasts rises, cupping them, as if to offer them up to my Masters.
“Beautiful,” Master Peter murmurs, sliding the tip of his finger along the swollen peak of my nipple. “I think you’re right, Nick. I think she’s ready for me.”
Bending down, he sits on a stool in front of me and leans forward, taking the nipple into his mouth. With his hand, he presses down on the top of my breast as he sucks hard.
The sensation is far different from the cups they force on me. Though the feeling is still that intense borderline of pain and pleasure, the heat of his mouth and hand soothes me, morphing it into more pleasure than pain.
It takes a few moments, but soon, the horrible pressure I felt this morning dissipates - about the same time Master Peter starts to moan. I groan right along with him as relief and pleasure swirl through me.
“Nick. You got to taste this. She’s even sweeter than I expected.”
Master Nick comes to the other side, pulling up his own stool. He too leans forward and mimics Master Peter by pressing down with his hand as he sucks on my other nipple.
I toss my head back, a moan tearing through me. It’s as if their lips have a direct line from my nipples to my clit. The maddening bundle of nerves pulses with every tug of their mouths, with every flick of their tongue.
They have both made it abundantly clear that I’m not allowed to touch myself, but they said nothing about grinding on the furniture. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against the leather. Arousal eases my gliding, and soon, I’m humping the bench in wild abandon.
Before I can climax, they pull away and wipe their lips, each sporting a wide grin. “Seems our little cow likes us drinking from her,” Master Peter chuckles.
Master Nick shakes his head and stands, extending his hand to me. “That will have to wait until your next milking. In the meantime, let’s get you back on track with your routine.”
For the first time, I happily follow Master Nick to the bathroom area of the room. The sooner this gets done, the sooner they will get me off. I don’t care how they do it. Hell, they could fuck me with the end of the crop if they wanted to.
My nipples are still sore, but don’t feel nearly as abused as when they use the cups on me. Hopefully, this means they’ll be the ones milking me from now on, but I know that’s not a guarantee. After the bathroom and fertility check, I start to head back to the bench, excited about our session.
Master Nick motions for Master Peter to come over to him, and they huddle close, staring down at the strip of paper. Soft whispers fill the room, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying. They both smile and gesture towards the strip, so it can’t all be bad.
With a final nod, Master Peter walks over to me and slides his hand about my waist, pulling me close. “You insatiable minx. Though I applaud the enthusiasm in which you take my cock, today is going to be the start of an entirely new routine.”
“Hey Peter. Says here she’s fertile.” I glance back at Master Peter’s face and an odd, almost mischievous look quirks up his lips as he smiles down at me. My heart plummets at those words.
This is the second time I’ve been fertile, and I know it means I’ll be fucked as often as they can get it up. They’re both so determined to get a baby in me, and yet, I can’t help the elation that flows out when my period shows up.
“Come with me, Penelope,” Master Peter continues, wrapping the chain around his hand. “You get a new room today.”
My eyes widen as we walk towards the door, and though it’s irrational, there’s something almost terrifying about leaving the haven I’m used to. For the first bit, I couldn’t think of being anywhere else but that room.
Now that I face leaving, I want to fall on my hands and knees and beg them to let me stay. But I don’t. I know it’s no use. Begging never got me what I wanted, except maybe a cock down my throat.
“Hands and knees, pretty cow. Outside of your room, that’s all you are. You may not speak. If you have an issue, you can moo. Understand?” Master Peter stares down at me, his brows drawn together.
“M-moo?”
Both he and Master Nick throw their heads back, filling the room with their laughter. “We’re still inside, Penelope. You don’t have to moo for us in here.”
“I’m scared, Master Peter. I don’t want to leave this room.”
He shakes his head, the smile softening until it resembles that of a lover instead of a harsh taskmaster.
“Dear, sweet, Penelope. As long as you obey your Masters, no harm will ever come to you. I promise you’ll like your new room.”
Nodding, I sink down to the floor, holding myself like I think a cow would look.
“She’s not quite ready yet.”
I look over my shoulder as Master Nick pushes off the wall and heads over to the rack of implements. Pausing for a moment, he runs his hands along the various tailed butt plugs, stopping when he gets to the one he wants.
Great.
