Milk for the Billionaire (billionaire domination and lactation erotica) by Francis Ashe Page A

lot to go over.”
    “No. I mean, uh, no thank you, Mr. Madisen,”
Sandy stammered, clutching her blazer a little tighter than was
probably necessary.
    “Is something the matter? I hope I haven’t
upset you somehow. Here, let me take that for you.” He reached out,
his hand brushing against Sandy’s face, and eased her hand off the
lapel of her jacket. “Relax - I’m not going to bite. Anyway, it
makes me nervous when people are more dressed up than I am.” He
tugged one shoulder down, and Sandy shifted in her seat to oblige
him.
    Jesus I hope he doesn’t notice these
spots , she thought, I’ll just say – oh Hell, he’s not an
idiot. Anything I say, he’ll know I’m making up. Maybe this is all
a bigger deal than I think. I mean, I did just have a baby and
all.
    As Mr. Madisen turned to hang her blazer, the
form fitting, open-collared dress shirt he wore showed the
musculature of his back, neck and upper arms. Sandy realized then
he was a lot more attractive than she thought. And, he was
just her type, too, with his powerful biceps, dark hair and those
smoldering emerald eyes.
    When he faced her again, those emeralds
fixated directly on the spots growing on the front of her
blouse.
    “I’m so embarrassed, Mr. Madisen, please let
me have my jacket back. I don’t want you to have to see this.” She
pleaded, crossing her arms over her chest.
    “No. Well,” he exhaled heavily, “I may as
well be honest. This is why I called you back here.” His eyes
ravished her, and in spite of herself Sandy felt sexy, really sexy , for the first time in months.
    “I see you every morning when I come in,
those big, gorgeous tits barely contained by whatever you’re
wearing.” He watched her, searched her face for a moment and then
let his eyes return to devouring her body.
    Almost unconsciously, she let her arms
relax.
    “Good,” he said, moving closer to where she
stood, “very good.”
    Sandy’s jaw dropped open just a smidge when
Mr. Madisen unbuttoned the first of eight tiny buttons running down
the front of her shirt and stroked the skin underneath with the
back of his hand. His attention was fully on her milk-filled
breasts, which she just noticed had begun to ache. She glanced over
at the art-deco-looking clock on the wall behind his desk.
    Oh my God, she thought, I haven’t
pumped in over three hours. No wonder . She had a breast pump in
her desk that she used every so often to keep her baby supplied and
to keep her tits from getting too sore, but somehow, she had
forgotten. She glanced at Mr. Madisen as he slipped her third
button through its loop and put his hand on the skin above the
upper trim of her bra.
    He deftly undid the rest of them, pulled her
shirt tail out of the skirt she was wearing, and let it billow out
to her sides. Mr. Madisen slid his hands around her waist, raising
little prickles on her skin where he touched. Slowly, almost like
he was testing the waters, he moved them up her sides until he
touched near her underarms.
    “Nothing in the world,” he began with sort of
glassy eyes and a whispering voice, “nothing in the world is more
beautiful than a woman with big, round, milk-filled tits.”
    His hands moved to the front of her bra,
fingers dancing in a little circle, and Sandy let out a soft moan
as he approached her stiffening, sore-from-suckling nipple that
pressed, hard, against the covering fabric.
    “Mr. Madisen, I - I just don’t know about
this, I mean...”
    He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers.
Softly at first with three fluttering kisses, and then a longer,
deeper, sucking kiss pulled her voluptuous bottom lip between his
teeth. She sighed again, a satisfied, content sigh, as this
gorgeous billionaire cupped her breast in his hand and gave her a
squeeze, causing more of her mother’s milk to drip. He explored her
lip with his tongue, searching each tiny crevice before he took
advantage of her moaning to slide it in against hers. His hand,
rasping against her