But that quickly turns when the prince who comes to rescue her forces her into submission and sexual servitude. He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled. He sits me down in a chair and attaches the milking machine, the suction gentle at first, but growing firmer as he adjusts the settings. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You’re mine, toy. “Now you are going to be my perfect. I have to admit there is some disappointment he won’t be playing with me today, but I also did not mind having the day to myself. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face. My body trembles under his touch, and I can’t help but moan softly. “It took a bit longer than I expected,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. All mine.” His words send a surge of desire through me, and I push my hips back to meet his thrusts, craving more of him. I can feel myself getting closer, the familiar tingling sensation spreading through my core. I pick up the book and start reading. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine. I look on
