Chapter 22
Fiona
S obs wrack my body as I lie there curled up as best I can. My arsehole aches as the tail presses against the opening, threatening to pop out as I lean over. I can’t bring myself to care.
Everything hurts. My heart, my head, my throat, my spine, every fucking inch hurts. I can’t tell how long I lay there screaming before someone hears me. Soon, however, warm arms scoop me up.
I don’t even have to look to know it’s Master Antroli carrying me back to our bedroom. His scent invades my nostrils, filling my lungs, giving me comfort. Turning into his chest, I breathe in that heady aroma of sweat, Ovibrosia, and strong, virile male.
“Shhhhh, my pet,” he murmurs, rocking me back and forth.
He comforts me but doesn’t force me to stop crying. My owner simply allows me this space to purge myself. Soft hiccups catch in my throat as I finally pull away and look into his eyes. We say nothing for several minutes, simply staring, drinking each other in.
“Is she going to be okay?” I manage to whisper, my throat hoarse and scratchy.
“I don’t know, love. I simply don’t know.”
For some reason, his term of endearment strikes a chord deep inside my soul. It unleashes the floodgates once more until I’m again sobbing in his arms. He holds me, allowing me to straddle his hips and lie my head against his chest so I can hear his heartbeat.
It thunders in my ears, a soothing cadence that threatens to override the hurt and pain until there’s nothing but him. Pulling back, I look into his eyes again, desperate for him to understand the words of my heart.
“Please,” I croak out. “I need you.”
“I hear you, love. I hear you.”
Grabbing me about the waist, he puts me on all fours. With gentle, yet insistent movements, he rocks the tail back and forth, easing the plug out of me. But I don’t want gentle. I don’t want easy. I want rough, hard, and fast.
I want to forget everything and only feel. With a gut-wrenching cry, I pull forward, forcing the plug out with a nearly audible pop. A strangled moan rips from my throat as the burning, searing pain short-circuits my brain until all I can do is feel.
Master Antroli grips my hips, his hands digging into my skin. “Never,” he growls, his breath hot against my spine. “Never do that again. You are not allowed to harm yourself. Ever. If pain is what you seek, I will provide it. Am I understood?”
There’s a raw tone to his words, a desperation I’ve never heard before. Pulling myself out of his grasp, I look at his face, gutted by the expression darkening his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I-”
“No,” he roars, stalking forward. “I will have your understanding before any other word passes through your lips. You are too fucking precious to me. Do. You. Understand?”
“Y- yes, Master,” I whimper, my heart cracking under the intensity of his gaze.
“Do you need me to hurt you?”
“Please,” I wail, my own desperation coloring my voice, making it thick with unrequited need.
“Then you shall have it.”
His fingers grip my thighs, digging in until I cry out from the discomfort. My pussy spasms as pain flutters up my body, making me a twisting, quivering mass of need. With one fluid motion, he yanks my legs open, prying me apart, forcing my pussy to be unobstructed to his hungry gaze.
I yelp as he continues to stretch me out until my joints scream. Only when he meets resistance does he stop. “Do you like this?” he growls as he rubs himself against me.
The fabric of his suit grinds against my pussy, abrading my sensitive flesh. I cry out in need as the sensations overwhelm me, swamping me until all I can think of is his fingers deep inside my pussy. Gone are all the morose thoughts threatening to drag me under.
All I can think about is him—my Master, my Owner, the Rancher who possesses me so completely it hurts to be without him. “Please. I want to hear you speak to me in your own language. I’m so sick of these barriers between us. There has to be something. I just... I want... Please.”
At this point, I know I’m babbling. Hysteria tinges my tone as I claw at his chest. The need to be skin-to-skin eats at me until it’s a feral madness driving me forward. He grips my wrists in his hand and hauls me up the bed.
“Do not move. One inch, and you will suffer in your erotic misery.”
Tears stream down my cheeks again as I watch him move about the room. Can’t he see the agony? Can’t he hear the need in my voice? See it in my body? How can he be so fucking unfeeling?
Coming back by my side, he holds a hank of rope taut in his hands. “If we are going to do this, we will do it my way.” I open my mouth to rebut him, but he shakes his head. “I am in charge, my little cow. You have forgotten this along the way. Not to worry. I will make sure you do not forget.”
Gripping one wrist in his meaty paw, he slams it down on the pillow above my head. Same with the other wrist. He lashes them together before attaching the rope to the headboard. His eyes glint, darkening as he stares down at me. After a moment or two of his lustful gazes, he leaves again, this time ducking into the bathroom.
Rage and arousal mingle until I cannot tell one apart from the other. Again, I shriek to the heavens, thrashing about. It’s not that I wish to be free. Far from it. For some reason, it just feels so fucking good to purge all of this from my system.
From day one since I was abducted, I’ve never let myself truly feel. Now that I’ve let some of the steam off, it’s like a volcano raging inside, bubbling up with no end in sight. Master Antroli saunters in, his lips twisted up into a sadistic smirk.
“Scream all you want, human. No one will save you. You’re not a communal cow to be tended to by the Ranch Hands. You are mine. No one will stop me from taking you in hand.” Tilting his head back, he too cries out, the sound of his voice far more guttural and raspier than my own.
Moments go by where there’s nothing but a cacophony of sound as we both pour out our frustrations until there’s nothing left. It’s healing, somehow, freeing to finally let the rage drown me, consuming me.
“Feel better, human?”
“I could ask the same of you.”
He shakes his head as he walks over to me. “Nothing will be better until I’ve seen to your need. I can feel it welling up inside you, desperate to come out.”
“I’m scared for Jessica.”
With a heavy sigh, he leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “As am I, little one. As am I. Mostly, I worry for Vrokjan. He’s simply besotted with his cow.”
“And you?” I dare to ask, my heart stuttering as I wait for his words.
Internally, I know he is, but he has yet to really say it. It’s obvious he has an obsession for me, but that’s not the same as love and being cherished. It might be foolish, but I want what my parents have, what their parents had before them. I grew up knowing love. True love. The love that people only write about in sonnets and the like.
With a soft smile, he holds up a small wand. For a moment, a loud, piercing sound slams into my ears, bringing a cry from my lips. Leaning down, he kisses away the tears in a way that’s so gentle, so achingly sweet that it causes me to cry some more.
“ Aw qěkyaa ěěb bnaws qěpaw kliizǎt we aw ǔj’,” he rasps out, the strange words flowing over my body like rain sluicing off the rooftops of the Scottish hutches. “Bnaws qěpaw lwab we aw zmoopro .”
After a moment, he waves the wand back over my head. This time, I can brace for the pain I know is coming. I cling to my Rancher, riding out the wave as my pussy spasms around the machine pulsing inside of me. Once it subsides, he pulls back and looks deep in my eyes.
“I love you with every breath of my body, with every fiber of my being. How is that for expressing how I feel?”
For a moment, I’m stunned. Speechless. I knew he had strong feelings, but I didn’t expect him to be so poetic with it. Unable to speak, I close my eyes and tip up my chin. Thankfully, he knows exactly what I need.
His lips slant over mine in a strong, possessive kiss. It’s the type that makes your head spin and your knees weak. Since I’m already on the bed, I’m able to just lie there and enjoy it.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. “But just because of my milk. Right?”
Deep inside, I have to know this. I need to know exactly what I am to him and what he is to me.
“Love. I don’t give two shits about your milk.” A loud ping interrupts him.
Dragging himself away from my body, he frowns down at his wrist. His brows furrow as he presses a few buttons and pulls out a thin piece of glass. “Looks like Jessica is going to be okay. Her body is reacting to the serum, but she’s going to live.”
For a moment, relief flows through me hard and fast, leaving me a touch dizzy. “Am I going to have the same reaction?”
“Most probably not. It’s an issue she’s been dealing with since she first got injected. It’s what made her produce so much milk.”
“What are they going to do?” My voice is soft, barely a whisper.
For a moment, Master Antroli doesn’t answer me. He doesn’t have to. She’s not coming back. Tears begin anew, wetting my cheeks as he puts the glass away. Sorrow lances off of him, but not for Jessica. No doubt it’s for his boss. In a way, my heart goes out to him too, but these tears are selfishly for me.
With her gone, I’ll be alone. It was inevitable, really. The moment I saw her on that gurney, I knew. It’s why my heart shattered as hard as it did. My gut knew all along. I just didn’t want to believe it. Without saying a word, Master Antroli eases his zipper down, revealing his naked body to my gaze.
Even in the midst of my sorrow, I cannot deny just how fucking sexy he is. Tilting his head to the side, he thinks for a moment. Though why, I cannot say. I haven’t said anything yet.
“I cannae take this pain from ye, lass,” he says with a thick Scottish brogue. “But I can give ye sometin’ else to think aboot.”
In that moment, I don’t think I can love him more than I already do. He bares himself to me, standing aloft so I can drink him in. His massive cock pulses as I stare at it, bouncing a bit as the hunger in me grows. His lips twist into a wicked smirk as he slides his fingers into my pussy and pulls out the device, tossing it onto the bed.
“Ye willnae be needing this anymore, methinks. Let’s see just how well you can take me. All of me.” His hand lowers to cup his balls.
The groan that pours from his mouth is pure decadence and need. Hot, heady, desperate for me as I am for him. He’s right. Nothing will ease the sorrow of losing my friend, but I’ll be damned if his body can’t distract me long enough for my heart to knit back together.