Page 71 of Haden

“You like that?” I wiggle it inside her.

She cries out, “You can’t leave that inside me.”

Ignoring her protests, I bring the straps around her thighs and under her before guiding her knees wider and cinching the belt around her waist.

“Haden…” Her legs are shaking. “Too stimulated…”

“It’s just because you’re not used to having your pussy filled, baby. You’ll get accustomed to it.” She’s so fucking cute with her hands balled and her head tipped back.

I gently lower her legs so they’re still parted but not quite as obscenely. Dropping onto my side next to her, I prop my head on my palm and stroke her breasts.

She trembles. “It’s too much,” she argues.

“The chastity belt stays, Emilia,” I say in a firm voice, knowing she will react to my tone and submit to me.

She swallows and turns her head to look at me. Her lips tremble.

I repeat myself in a slightly less bossy voice, “You’ll wear the chastity belt when I say so, jitterbug. It’s not up for debate.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Where does my come belong, baby?”

“Inside me.”

“That’s right. We don’t waste it, do we?”

“No, Sir.” Her submission is fucking amazing. It’s beyond my wildest expectations.

“After you get pregnant, I’ll be more lenient. Sometimes, I’ll let you suck me and swallow my come. Other times, I’ll let you have it in your bottom instead of your cunt, but you still won’t be allowed to let it leak out or clean it off you. I’ll be the one to clean you when I decide. I told you before, if I fuck you in the middle of the day, you’ll either wear a plug or end up with my come soaking your jeans. My choice.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, we are a filthy couple. I hope she knows that, as much as I want her to get pregnant and grow round with my babies, this obsession with knocking her up is a kink in and of itself. If she never gets pregnant, I’ll love her for the rest of my life, and we’ll enjoy the dirty talk that comes with every attempt.

Even while she is pregnant, we will still play this game. Because it’s so damn hot dominating my girl and making her feel like I’m in charge of her body and whether or not she conceives.

“Close your eyes, baby,” I say softly.

She lets her lids flutter shut.

I circle a nipple. “Just feel my fingers. Let your body relax. Enjoy my touch. Let your arousal build until you can’t take it anymore. When you need to come, ask me first. Don’t orgasm without permission.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I continue to torment her nipples. “Picture these little buds growing so obscenely large that nothing will fully contain them. Tight and long. Always needing to be pumped, even after your udders have been drained.”

Emilia whimpers.

I switch my attention to the tissue surrounding her tight buds. “After a few weeks of being milked, your breasts will feel like udders. Heavy and full. You’ll experience a desperation soon after I pump you. A constant need to be milked. I’ll train your pussy to associate milking with orgasms so that your body will learn to come automatically when I’m milking you.”

“Haden…” she moans. She’s so fucking dirty, and I love it.

“Can you feel them, baby?” I ask, trailing a finger around and around the globe. “Can you feel the milk filling them?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does your pussy need attention?”