Chapter 13

Fiona

I gaze into his blue eyes as I run my fingers over my throat. He meant to intimidate me. That much is obvious. All it does is make me burn even hotter. My words falter as I try to grab them again.

Now that our witty banter is over, and he’s looking at me with such intensity, I find myself at a loss as to what to say. Is coffee worth the potential loss of the heat of his touch?

Though, surely, such a simple request shouldn’t warrant such an outburst. It’s not meat, at least. His boss said nothing about coffee. I snake my tongue out to wet my bottom lip, my pulse pounding in my ears.

It’s not just nervousness. No. It’s something else. It’s the pure, unadulterated need running through my veins that makes my limbs quake like a fawn on ice.

He slides in closer, his hands skimming my ribcage. Again, just like clockwork, my heart picks up speed. With a smirk that turns my knees to jelly, he leans in and runs his lips over mine.

A kiss.

A simple kiss.

Chaste at that, considering everything else we’ve done thus far. It’s brief, quick, almost a peck, but not quite. It leaves me wanting more, longing for a deeper, far more ferocious touch. Pulling back, he winks, as if he knows the effect he has on me.

Hell, he doesn’t have to be psychic to know that. Even now, arousal trickles down my inner thigh in shameful rivulets. I duck my head as heat fans over my face, but he doesn’t allow me to escape.

“My, my. It must be something dreadfully erotic for you to hide from me after being so bold. What is it, my delightful cow? Want me to get you off in some depraved way? Want me to lick your asshole as my fingers stuff you cunt so full you can barely move?”

“Well… I didn’t,” I manage to squeak, doing my best to straighten my shoulders. “But now that you mentioned it.”

He tilts his head back and laughs, the guttural sound washing over my skin, causing goosebumps to explode over my body. Such a decadent noise, one that sounds a tad rusty. It’s as if he hasn’t had occasion to use his throat in such a way before now.

“Then what is it? Come. You’re about to do what I can only imagine, one of the most humiliating things of your life thus far. It can’t be worse than what’s planned for you.”

My eyes nearly cross as his voice drops into a purr. I didn’t think a man was capable of making such a sound. But then, he’s not exactly a man, is he? Groaning, I pitch forward.

“Maybe I should do the embarrassing thing first and get it over with?”

“Your choice. Come.” He walks over to a bare spot next to an enormous tub and presses a button.

From the tile, small blades of grass appear. Fuck me. My own bit of earth to piss on. The technical side of my brain, the one that never fully shuts up, finds the process fascinating. Where did it come from? How can it look so soft yet penetrate stone?

Drifting away from Master Antroli’s side, I hunch down and touch the blueish blades, marveling at how soft they are. Just like the grasses on the side of the road. Enchanting! It’s insane, really, to find such a thing enthralling, yet I can’t seem to stop finding such joy and wonder in these small moments.

I sit there for countless seconds, just touching and admiring until my Master clears his throat. “I thought you needed to pee. Or are you lying just like earlier?”

“No,” I manage to squeak out. “I have to go. I- I’m just waiting for you to leave.”

He crosses his arms and looks down his nose at me. “Not happening.”

“I- You want to watch me pee? Didn’t know that was your kink, but okay.”

Again, he tilts his head to the side for a moment before smiling. “Not fetish. Well, not exactly. More like it’s a different one. I don’t care if you’re peeing or doing some other humanly function. What I crave is control in every aspect.”

“Just my luck to end up with a control freak,” I mutter under my breath.

“My hearing is far more acute than you give me credit for. Now pee, or I’ll make you hold it.”

“For how long?”

He gives me a predatory smile. “For as long as it takes for you to wet yourself.”

“You wouldn’t!” My voice is soft, lost as I stare at the madman.

“Try me if you like. What is it you humans say? Attempt at your leisure? The result will not be what you want. Or something like that.”

“I think you’re looking for fuck around and find out.”

“Ah. That does sound a bit more succinct. Now then, care to find out?”

“No, Master.” I detest the sullen, almost pouty note to my voice.

I’m a woman, dammit. Yet, in a matter of sentences, he’s reduced me to such an infantile state. I stare at the grass, narrowing my eyes as I take in my mortal enemy. It would be so easy to fuck around. Unfortunately, the longer we’ve been talking, the more my bladder screams at me, demanding I empty it.

My lips turn up into a grimace as I crawl over, hunching so that my backside just barely grazes the grass. Of all the humiliating things. It was bad enough when the Medical Ranchers made me do it in a cup, but that was more for medical purposes. This is all for his sadistic pleasure.

Biting my bottom lip, I hunch down a little further so he won’t actually be able to see me. Unfortunately, the arsehole squats down beside me and lifts my tail. Heat infuses my face as I turn away, determined to not let him see just how his degradation is affecting me.

His fingers seek out my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Come on, my pretty little cow. You can do it. Just relax and let yourself go.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grind out. “No one is watching you take a piss in a patch of unnatural grass.”

“Oh? Is that what’s holding you back? By all means then. Allow me to help alleviate your concern.”

He lets go of me and stands in front, sliding his zipper down in a slow, unhurried stroke. My mouth dries as I take in his toned abs. For a moment, I actually forget why he’s undressing.

It’s not until he drops to his knees and clutches his cock, angling it between my splayed thighs. “I’ll make a deal with you. Pee first, and I’ll grant you whatever request is bouncing around in that head of yours. That is, if it’s within my power to give it.”

Before I can open my mouth, he gives me a stern frown. “Except leaving me. I will never honor that request until your three hundred and sixty-five days are up. And even then, I might not let you go.”

My jaw drops as I note the intensity in his gaze. “You’re serious. Aren’t you?”

“Like a human heart affliction.”

I would chuckle at his incorrect phrasing, but all humor dries up when something warm splashes against my pussy. This time, his lips widen into a large grin as he aims the hot stream to hit my clit. My brain stops as I try desperately to both process and reject what’s happening all at the same time.

The heat spreads over me, sending warmth through my body. Unfortunately, it also means my body hums with undesired arousal, the sensation spurred on by the goddamn serum. I shouldn’t like this. I don’t like this. And yet, my body continues to betray me.

Mortified, I try to jump back, but his free hand wraps around my arm, anchoring me in place. “Seems like it’s a moot point, after all. And look at that. Not only did I win, but I also got to mark my territory all in one piss. Now, are you able to go? Or do I need to assist you?”

The absolute last thing I want is for him to help me with this. Even if it’s as mundane as the Medical Ranchers pressing on my bladder, I’m sure Master Antroli will find another way to make it even more humiliating. Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes and think of any aquatic feature I can.

Waterfalls. That’s a good one. Lakes. Rivers. Fjords. The epic Fairy Pools of the Isle of Skye. Loch Coruisk. Loch Shiel. After naming a few more places, my bladder finally gets over its fucking shyness and lets go.

Groaning, I sway a touch and lean against the wall, letting the cool tile chill my fevered cheek. Pissing shouldn’t feel so damned good, and yet, the relief thrums through me just as potent as an orgasm. Mary, Joseph, and the wee baby Jesus, but I better not start coming from visiting the loo.

Once I’m done, I look around for the toilet paper but find none. Of course there’s not. That would ruin him having to humiliate me further by cleaning me himself. His infuriating chuckle zips down my spine as he removes the rest of his suit and drops it on the floor.

“Normally, I’d hose you down, but since I’m in need of cleaning as well, shower it is.” With deft movements, he grips the base of my tail and pulls. The sensation is intense. Soft moans slide out of my throat, filling the air. “You’re going to be a good little anal slut for me, aren’t you, my darling Highland?”

The plug slides out with a nearly audible pop. Shivers race down my spine as need turns my insides into mush. To answer him, I lift my ass in the air, desperate for his touch. It almost makes me forget the humiliation of him peeing on me… Almost.

With a dark chuckle, he teases my back entrance with his fingers. “Celestials,” he bites out. “I’m going to have to ask the Medical Ranchers to make me a device to stretch out your ass. That is, if human asses can even take something as large as my cock up them. I haven’t studied that particular effect with other cows.”

My heart glows at his words. Not only would he be my first, but I’d be his as well. Unfortunately, no nice words or lovely sentiments come out of my mouth. It opens, and out pops the little analytical person sitting at the desk.

“I’ve heard a human rectum can take up to seven inches before risking permanent damage. Or nearly two full-sized racoons.”

Behind me, I can feel Master Antroli pause. “Racoons? Do humans have a habit of shoving vermin up their backsides?”

“No, that’s not-” He slides a finger deep inside, scattering my thoughts.

“But you said racoons. From what I can gather, they are furry bastards that eat out of the garbage. And your species just shoves them up their asses? Is Earth okay?”

The situation would be hilarious if I wasn’t so fucking horny and desperate for him to stimulate me more. “No. We’re not. But that’s beside the point.” Mother fucking serum. What I would do if I ever got my hands on those Medical Ranchers.

Again, he stops and pulls out, leaving me bereft. “I have genuine concerns-”

“Can we just forget about it?” I whine, rocking my hips side to side.

Before I can think about any further retort, he grabs me by the midsection and hauls me up against him. “Just answer me this. You said that men have only played with this pretty little asshole. Please tell me that doesn’t mean raccoons have been there.”