Filthy Secret

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.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“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.

NICK

My cock is almost hard enough to break the glass I’m leaning against. Just watching how Penny responds to Eric’s treatment draws my balls up until they’re impossibly tight. Though I know we all discussed having a HuCow wing, I never expected it to be put into practice. Peter rocks back and forth on his heels as he stares at his prize, his cock tenting his pants. I shouldn’t feel anything for this female. I don’t even fucking know her, yet part of me wants her, craves her.

Peter and I are not alike. I don’t give two shits about her virginity. What I want is her body, her soul, and for some unfathomable reason, to father her child. I never get possessive about the girls in our club. Many of them are unattainable treats we dangle in front of our discerning clientele; however, the ones fit for those without bottomless pockets seem dull in comparison. It’s probably because those are the ones that are already used up.

Not Penny though. She’s still fresh, vibrant. Not cold and jaded like the other women. I want so desperately to have her before she gets to that point. Sure, I could have put my own bid in – God knows I make enough money to keep me content – but I know I could never outbid Peter. At one million, five hundred thousand dollars, I’d have to mortgage my home and sell what’s left of my soul to The Keep.

“I won a good one, didn’t I?” Peter slides his hand down to the front of his pants and rubs it against the taut fabric. “You guys know exactly what I like and always deliver. What do you think about my virgin?”

He glances about to make sure no one’s watching before snaking out his hand to cup my balls. Groaning, I lean into his touch, grateful for the release of pressure.

“She’s certainly beautiful, that’s for sure.” I look down at her wavy auburn hair as it spills about her shoulders. It’s not quite long enough to cover her breasts, but it could just be how they have her restrained. My cock twitches as I close my eyes and picture her kneeling before me, knees splayed with her cunt glistening with arousal and those delicious-looking nipples of hers poking out behind her curtain of hair.

“You want her.”

Snorting, I look back over at Peter. “Of course I want her. Only an idiot would turn that down.”

Smirking, he raises his hand a bit, brushing against my shaft. My cock jerks at his touch, and I resist leaning in to kiss him. Right now, I’m in a position of authority, and I don’t want anyone thinking my role had any hand in him winning. He stands there for a moment, once more rocking back and forth on his heels. “I only want her virginity. I don’t give two shits about fathering a child. What about you?”

I turn to look back down at Penny, nearly groaning as Eric loosens the straps and helps her off the table. Her legs wobble as she stands there, but Eric doesn’t keep her upright for long. Soon, he forces her to the floor and binds her hands and feet together in a simple hogtie.

“I didn’t think I wanted children, but God, what I would give to have my cum dripping out of her cunt until she’s fat with my child.”

Peter’s lips curl up into a grin. “And the whole lactation thing?”

“I haven’t tried it. Have you?”

He nods and slides his tongue over his lips. “It’s sweet. Much sweeter than you’d think. Tell you what. I have a proposition. I’ll take her virginity, as is my right, but you can breed her to your heart’s content. In exchange, I want unlimited access to her milk, but I want it straight from the source.

Can you deal with that?”

“I’ll have to run it by Marcus -.”

Peter cuts me off. “No need. I’ll talk to him. Hell, with what he makes off of me, he will be accommodating. Besides, you’re a good kid. It’s about time you got rewarded for your hard work.”

His words are laced with double entendres. He’s made no secret of how much he wants me, wants to dominate me. The reward wouldn’t just be Penny, it would be him as well. Hell, I could even see all three of us turning into a small, content family.

Internally, though, I bristle at his words. Just because I’m not a silver fox like he is doesn’t make me a kid. I’m thirty-fucking-five. Well past even young adulthood. Still, he has a point. Peter is almost as revered as Marcus himself. Honestly, I wouldn’t even be surprised if they owned The Keep together and Peter was just a silent partner.

There’s also the matter of Peter himself. The thought of us three sharing her, using her. I nearly groan at the thought. It’s been months since I’ve had his cock up my ass while I fucked one of our girls. If he’s offering a similar arrangement, I’d be stupid to turn it down.

Still, just in case, I’ll keep it in my pants until Marcus gives me the go ahead. Since I’m in charge of preparing her for later tonight, it will be agonizing to keep my hands off of her; however, if Peter decides in the moment to add a second person to the mix while he’s fucking her, then I am under obligation to accommodate him.

Thankfully, Eric is in charge of roping her initially, giving me time and space to breathe before her creamy cunt is spread before me. Maybe I’ll be able to get myself under some semblance of control. Peter and I both stare as her limbs stretch backwards, and we groan simultaneously. Tonight is going to be torture.