Chapter 5

Chapter Five

E very nerve ending in her body felt on high alert as she waited for whatever it was that came next. It was the not knowing, she was certain, that had her heart pounding and her palms sweating, not any kind of actual desire.

Right. And pigs could fly.

Ugh. She should probably be grateful they hadn't made her a pig. A cow was bad enough but somehow a pig just felt even more demeaning. It was too bad she couldn't have been a kitten or even a horse, something at least a bit more elegant.

Something rough touched her ass and she jumped. Or at least, she jolted a bit. The leather straps around her waist and extremities didn't allow for much jumping, or really much movement at all. Which was another thing she was definitely not turned on by. Just like she hadn't really been turned on by the spanking Uncle Luke had given her. It was just… an involuntary reaction. Like your leg jerking when the doctor tapped your knee with that little hammer.

"Calm down, little darlin'. It's just my hand. I'm going to get you loosened up a bit so the plug goes in more easily and doesn't actually harm you. Can you relax for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do," he said with a low chuckle. "You could tense up and fight me and make it hurt more. Or you could try to relax and follow my instructions, and you might even find you enjoy having your bottom plugged. Me, I'll enjoy it either way. I don't mind a little fight in my pets."

"Maybe you should give me the orgasm first, to help me relax." It was a vain hope, she knew, and yet she couldn't keep herself from asking.

"Nice try, darlin'," he answered with another of those low laughs that caused a deep pull of desire low in her belly. "Deep breath in, let it out, and focus on loosening your muscles."

Closing her eyes, she did as she was told, dragging in as much air as she could with her chest pressed against the padded leather beneath her. She drew on every yoga and meditation class she'd ever taken to will her muscles to relax as she slowly released the oxygen from her lungs.

"Such a good little cow."

Uncle Luke's rough praise washed over her, warming her skin as if he'd physically touched her. The cow bit still irritated her, but she really, really wanted that orgasm he'd promised her, so she didn't bother arguing.

Something cold and wet squirted against her exposed bottom hole and she squealed in response, her hips swaying from side to side in an attempt to escape whatever the uncomfortable sensation was.

"Just a bit of lube," Uncle Luke explained in that soothing tone he'd been using with her ever since Miss Pearl had left. "Can you take another big breath for me?"

She repeated her breathing exercises, and as she was expelling the air from her lungs, something pressed against her bottom hole. But it wasn't cold or wet this time. It was warm and hard and thick.

It's just my hand. I'm going to loosen you up a bit.

Oh, god. Was that his finger pushing into her bottom?

"Uncle Luke, no!"

"Shh, darlin'. Relax for me. You've been such a good girl so far. Let me in, little cow."

With a whine, she tried her best to relax. To let him in, as he'd demanded. But it hurt . Not as much as she'd expected it to, but there was certainly a burn and a pinch as he worked his finger deeper and deeper into her bottom.

And all the while, her body burned with humiliation. This wasn't just any man spreading her asshole with his fingers. This was Uncle Luke, a man who had once been like a second father to her. Letting him see her like this, more exposed than she'd ever allowed herself to be for any other man, was more than she thought she could take.

But take it she did, not that she'd been given much choice. And after what felt like forever, he finally stopped moving his exploration of her asshole. "That's my good little heifer. I'm going to fuck your bottom a bit, to help you loosen up, and then I'm going to add a second finger."

"Oh, no," she moaned, wishing desperately for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow her down before she died of humiliation.

Because she wasn't just humiliated by what Uncle Luke was doing to her poor bottom. No. The most humiliating part of this entire process was the fact that her clit was absolutely throbbing with need and she had a feeling her arousal was dripping all over the nice leather she was strapped to.

However much her brain was rebelling against what was happening, her body was enjoying the entire thing just as much, if not more.

What the hell was wrong with her?

With every movement of Uncle Luke's finger in her bottom, her pussy throbbed even harder in response. And when he did add a second finger, stretching her with even more burning pain than before, she nearly wept with how desperate she was for him to touch her soaked pussy.

"See, darlin'?" Uncle Luke chuckled as he spread his fingers apart, stretching her impossibly wide. "I told you that if you relaxed and trusted me, you'd enjoy the process."

"I'm not enjoying it at all!"

"Really? Because your sweet little cunt is positively gushing for me. Are you lying to me, little cow?"

"No," she moaned, shaking her head wildly in denial. "I'm not lying, Uncle Luke, I swear!"

"Hmm. My mistake, then. If you're really not enjoying this, then you won't need that orgasm I promised you when we're finished."

As he pulled his fingers from her ass, she was hit with the realization she'd just made a terrible, terrible mistake.

God, she was beautiful. Her pale skin was practically glowing from the sheen of sweat she'd worked up as he'd prepped her bottom from the plug, her pussy was so wet she was literally dripping her arousal onto the floor, and the little needy moans she was making had his cock so hard he was vaguely worried he might embarrass himself like a teenager if he got any hornier.

Picking up the tail from where he'd placed it while he prepped her, he gripped the base and pressed it against her slightly gaping asshole. "Another deep breath for me, little darlin'."

She whined in protest, just like she had every other time, but he didn't mind. If anything, it only made him want her more. There was only so much of that lovely mix of innocence and defiance a man like him could be expected to take.

"No, no, no! Oh, Uncle Luke, it's too big! I can't take it!"

"Relax, darlin'. You can take it. Your body was made for this."

"No it wasn't!" Her voice rose to a screech as her head swung from side to side. "It was not made to have something shoved in there, I can promise you that!"

"Oh, my sweet, na?ve little cow. I think you'll be shocked at exactly what your body can do. You're going to learn so much about yourself while you're in my program."

Despite her increasingly vocal protests, he eventually worked the plug in up to the widest part. She was panting loudly now, trembling as he held it in place for a moment so she could really feel the stretch.

And then he gave the plug another little push, and it slid home. Her bottom hole, which was looking a little raw from the abuse it had just taken, closed around the thinner neck of the plug, and Dorothy collapsed against the leather bench, gasping for air.

Leaving her to catch her breath, he made his way over to the sink in the corner of the tack room to wash up. Now that the ‘messy' part was over, he could give his little heifer the reward she'd earned.

By the time he made it back to the bench, she was breathing a bit more normally. Every few breaths, her bottom would clench around the plug, and a whimper of discomfort would escape her lips.

"It's going to take a bit of getting used to, darlin'. But I'm told you'll eventually forget it's even there, other than when it's being removed for bathroom breaks."

"I have to do this every day?" Her tone turned incredulous, and he watched in fascination as her muscles clenched and rippled around the tail in response.

"Most days. You'll be inspected each morning, to ensure your bottom hole isn't suffering any ill effects. If it's determined you need a break from the plug, you won't have to wear it until you've recovered. Otherwise, yes, you will wear the tail every day."

"Will—will you be inspecting me?"

There was such hope in her voice, he couldn't bring himself to squash it. "Would you like that, little cow?" he asked, running a hand over her trembling backside.

"Y-yes. I don't w-want anyone else to see me… to look at me…" She trailed off with a soft whimper of distress and he ran a hand over her bottom to soothe her.

"I can't promise to be the only one, but I can promise to make an effort to oversee the majority of your care. However, I expect you to give all of my staff the same respect you would give me. Fair enough?"

"I guess."

"That'll do for now," he said with a laugh. "Now, would you like your reward for being such a good little cow?

"If reward means orgasm, then god, yes. Please. I feel like I'm dying."

Chuckling at her dramatics, Luke slipped his hand between her thighs. The thin tail brushed against his skin, making him wish he could simply fuck her right then and there.

But he was determined to take his time, to get her used to being cared for in this way before claiming her as his own. So for now, he'd have to settle for watching her come undone at his touch.

Her clit was so swollen, he had no trouble locating it as he stroked her soaked pussy. "Since you were so obedient this afternoon, I won't make you ask me for permission to come. This time."

Muscles straining, she pressed back against his hand as much as the restraints allowed. "Oh, god. Uncle Luke, please. Please, please, please."

Uncle Luke . The childhood nickname slapped him in the face, reminding him of who she was. Who her father was. This was all so fucking wrong, and yet he couldn't have stopped himself if his life depended on it. He stroked and pinched and teased her poor little clit until she was a writhing, panting mess in front of him.

"I'm not your uncle," he snapped out, the reprimand coming out more sharply than he'd intended. "Miss Pearl was right. You shouldn't be calling me that."

"M-Master?—"

"No. Not that, either." There was only one title he wanted to hear from her. A title he hadn't allowed anyone else to use in nearly a decade. A title that was certain to damn him to hell if he hadn't already earned himself a one-way ticket.

"Tell me," she begged, desperation lacing through her tone as he worked her into a frenzy. "Whatever you want, I'll say it, just please let me come."

He should wait. He knew he should wait, until he was absolutely certain she could handle being claimed as his.

But the need to hear that title from her lips was growing stronger by the second, too strong for even him to deny. "You can call me Daddy, little cow."

"Oh no," she moaned, dropping her head in shame, but not enough to hide the red flush coloring her cheeks. "I can't!"

"You can, and you will. Because if you don't, I will ensure you are not allowed any pleasure until you do. What's it going to be, little cow?"

"Uncle Luke, please. "

"Not until you beg Daddy to make you come."

She let out a short scream of frustration and he couldn't help but grin. There was the fight he'd been waiting for. Sliding his fingers through her folds, he pressed hard against her clit. "There's no point in being stubborn about it, little darlin'. I promise I can hold out a lot longer than you go. Beg me, or go without."

"Oh, god." A shudder racked her entire body. "Please, please let me come!"

"So close, little cow. So close. Who am I?"

Another frustrated scream as she swung her head from side to side. "I can't!"

"I'm sorry to hear that." And he really was. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to hear her crying out for Daddy as she came all over his hand.

A sob escaped her lips when he pulled his hand away. "I hate you."

"I'm sure you do. And you can hate me for as long as you need, my sweet little cow. But you will learn to obey me."

"I won't," she said between panting breaths.

"Then this is going to be a very uncomfortable few months for you. Come, little cow, we need to get you settled in your stall."