Chapter 3

Penelope

I lay there, unable to move or even think. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. Get it together Pen. Too many shots and too much smut. Of course your brain would come up with this. How many nights did I get myself off to the idea of being used in just this way? Granted, the thought of having a baby was never a part of it. I got the IUD for a reason.

The man continues to call out numbers, but I can’t concentrate on that. The enormity of what’s happening settles low into my gut, sending bile rising to the surface. Underneath all that is that thread of arousal I can’t seem to tamp down. That’s what convinces me this is still a dream. In what sane world would I find this appealing in the slightest?

“One million. Do I hear one million, one hundred thousand?”

Blood drains from my face. I thought even one hundred thousand was far too much. If I knew my virginity was considered this “precious” maybe I would have sold it myself and pocketed the money. Lord knows it hasn’t done me any good holding onto my V-Card. Perhaps it’s the other perks that are driving the cost.

It’s those other perks that make my body thrum with arousal. Just the thought of being used in this manner shouldn’t be so alluring, and yet…

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Are you picturing yourself trussed up as our personal wet nurse? Just think about it,” the doctor murmurs, sliding the belt off of my leg. “A perfect stranger fucking you until you’re swollen with child. Other men and women sucking from your milk-heavy tits.”

He stands up and makes his way closer, fingertips skimming my erect nipples. Groaning, I attempt to pull back, but there’s nowhere to go. A feral grin forces his lips up, exposing his teeth, and I shiver at the dark intensity in his eyes.

“Oh. I think you like that idea very much. Hmmm, Penelope? You want to be our little cow?” He increases the pressure on my nipples, squeezing for a few moments before giving them a tug. The pressure is immense, but nothing compared to the sharp ache between my thighs. “Will your milk be as sweet as you?”

Before I can think of an answer, he bends down and swipes his tongue along the stiff peak before pulling it in between his lips. Stars burst from behind my eyes as he sucks long and hard. None of the frat boys ever touched me there, much less licked me. They were more concerned with flipping up my skirt and touching other things while they jacked off. Apparently, “virgin” pussy was better than tits to them.

Groaning, I let the sensation slide over me. If I’m dreaming, I might as well enjoy it. “That’s right, little Penelope. Should I make you moo for me?”

My eyes pop open, and I stare at the man making me feel things I really shouldn’t. What the hell kind of question is that? Unease slides down my spine as he stands there, looming over me. Is there a chance this isn’t a dream?

“I’ll take your shocked silence as a no.” He chuckles and gives my nipples a final tweak. “It doesn’t matter. Mooing or not, you’ll still be our little milk machine. Now then. I believe a winner has been chosen. Time to get you set up.”