Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

" A re you sure, Dottie?" Though everything in him was demanding he take what she was so naively offering, he forced himself to wait. "Once you're mine, there's no going back. And I won't go easy on you, the way I have been."

She'd said the words, but he needed to be sure. Needed her to be absolutely certain. Because he wasn't exaggerating. Once she agreed to be his, he wasn't letting her go without a fight.

Her eyes widened slightly and he nearly groaned at the picture of tortured innocence she made. "You've been going easy on me?"

"Yes. Once you're mine, I can promise you won't go a day without a red bottom and my cum dripping down your thighs. I will hurt you and I will own every inch of this gorgeous body." He brushed the hair from the tear-stained face. "And I will worship you, and cherish you, and protect you. I will demand a lot from you, I'm not going to lie, but in return I'll give you… everything."

The silence between them felt thick enough to slice with a knife. But then she nodded, and the weight he hadn't even realized was sitting on his chest lifted. "Yes. Yes, I want to be yours. I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but?—"

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he yanked her forward, crushing his lips to hers and cutting off her self-deprecation. To his utter delight, she surrendered instantly, opening for him, welcoming him in. She tasted of tears and innocence, and he groaned as his cock swelled painfully against his jeans.

"On your knees, little cow. Daddy's going to breed you like the good little heifer you are."

Every inch of her body was on fire for him. Even as his words drew a flush of humiliation to her skin, she ached for him. For his touch, for his dominance.

For her Daddy.

Scrambling off his lap, she knelt on the floor, arching her back to give him full access to her dripping pussy.

"Such an obedient little cow when it means getting your pussy filled, aren't you?" he asked with a low, wicked chuckle. "Don't worry, little darlin'. I'm going to fill you so full of Daddy's cum you wouldn't be able to walk straight even if I was inclined to allow it."

The sound of a zipper lowering met her ears a moment before he thrust into her, stretching her pussy with a burn that had her crying out as he filled her.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Dottie-girl. Squeezing Daddy's cock like a good little cow."

God, she shouldn't like that, should she? Shouldn't enjoy the humiliation of being reduced to nothing more than an animal to be used for his pleasure.

But she did. Her pussy spasmed around his cock at his words, drawing another groan from him. "That's my good girl. Let me hear you moo while your greedy cunt milks Daddy's cock."

Pleasure rippled through her as he pounded into her with deep, hard strokes. But she couldn't quite bring herself to obey. Mooing while she was being milked was one thing; mooing while she was being fucked into oblivion was quite another.

She shook her head, and her defiance was rewarded with a flash of pain as his fingers dug into her welted ass. "I told you I wouldn't go easy on you," he said when she cried out. "I warned you, little cow, that I would demand complete and utter obedience. Moo for me, and I might let you come before I fill your pretty little pussy."

Memories of the day before when he'd denied her filled her mind and she nearly wept. Another strapping would be preferable to that.

"M-moo," she whispered, the word catching in her throat.

Another squeeze, another jolt of pain. "You can do better than that, little cow."

"Moo." Louder this time, but only enough to earn her a disappointed sigh.

"Obviously you don't want to come that badly. Time is running out, Dottie-girl. Once I fill you up, you won't get another chance at release until tomorrow."

Fuck . Tears of frustration filled her eyes. Never had she wanted anything as much as she wanted to come with his thick cock buried inside her.

Dragging in a deep breath, she threw her head back and let out a long, loud " Moo! ", the sound echoing off the walls of his immaculate office.

"Good little cow." His praise, thick with his own need, sent a shiver of pleasure racing up her spine. Sliding his hand over her rump, then her hips, he circled her clit as his pounding grew more frantic. "Come for Daddy, my good little Dottie-girl."

The pleasure he'd been denying her exploded out from her core, molten rivers of it racing along her veins as she let out another lowing moo, her pussy spasming around his cock. And then he was driving into her one final time, the warmth of his cum coating her womb.

"Fuck, baby. That was amazing. Come here, little cow."

They curled up together on the rug in his office, him still fully clothed other than his half-hard cock jutting out from his open jeans. There was something intimate about being completely naked while he remained clothed, something primal that spoke to the nature of their relationship.

Humming contentedly, she snuggled closer to him. "Uncle—um, I mean… shit, what do I call you now?" she asked with a nervous laugh.

"You, little cow, will call me Daddy. I'll make sure the staff knows that if you ever use my name or, god forbid, call me Uncle Luke in their presence that you are to be sent directly to me for correction."

Embarrassment crept into her cheeks, but she couldn't deny the little flutter of pleasure just under her heart his words inspired. Everyone would know she was his . "Yes, um, Daddy."

"That's my good girl. Did you have a question for me?"

"Yes. Did you mean it when you said you wanted to breed me?"

"Absolutely. I intend to make sure your sweet little cunt is full of my seed at all times."

God, that shouldn't be so hot. "Does that mean you want to have a family with me?"

"Yes, little darlin'. I want as many babies as your sweet body can give me. But there's time for that. You need to finish the program and we need to figure out what you want to do with your life, outside of me and the ranch."

"Oh." Frowning, she plucked at a stray thread on his shirt. "But what if I don't know what I want to do? I'm not very good at anything."

Strong hands cupped her ass, squeezing and reigniting the pain from her strapping as his pale gaze bore into her. "You underestimate yourself, Dorothy. As much as I would enjoy keeping you here, as my little cow day after day, I want more for you than that. Even if you don't find a career that calls to you, I want you to have hobbies and interests outside of the ranch. You deserve a life that brings you joy."

"Being your cow makes me happy." It surprised her how true, how right it felt to say that.

"And you have no idea how much I love hearing that, little darlin. But right now it's still new and shiny and exciting. Eventually you'll want more, and I intend to see you have it." Grinning now, he slid one hand up to cup her breasts, squeezing the nipple hard enough to have her arching up with a gasp. "After all, happy cows make the sweetest milk. And your milk will be the sweetest of all, if I have my way."

How could she argue with that? "Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl. I need to get back to work, and you need to get back to the herd. And don't forget what I said about listening to my staff. Any more incidents like this morning and you will learn I have more than one way of punishing a naughty little cow."

"I'm sorry I was naughty. I'll apologize to Barbie when I see her again."

Confusion knitted his brows together for a moment before he let out a long, loud laugh. "Her name is Helen, and you would do well not to let her hear you call her ‘Barbie'. I won't save you from whatever punishment she devises for you if you get caught."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Let's get you back to the herd."

He stood and righted his clothes. But when she asked him for a washcloth to clean her thighs, he simply grinned down at her. "What did I tell you, little cow? A red bottom, and my cum on your thighs. Every day, for the rest of our lives."

So she crawled back to the barn on all fours, with his seed still dripping from her well-fucked pussy. And despite what he'd said about her needing other things to make her happy, she couldn't imagine ever being happier than she was in that very moment.