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Patrick

Staring at Master Derek, Patrick wasn’t sure he’d heard the other man correctly.

“Hu… what? What kind of cows?”

“Hucow as in human cow,” Master Derek explained. “Similar to a pet play fetish but with lactation and pumping.”

Patrick stared at him. Whatever he’d been expecting Master Derek to say, it wasn’t that.

“I’ve never heard of it before this moment, so I don’t really know anything about it,” he said slowly.

“I’m familiar with pet play, of course.” There were several submissives who enjoyed being pets running around the Ranch at any given time.

The first one to spring to mind was Hayleigh, who was both the wife and Little of the Ranch’s head chef as well as often playing the part of a very cute kitty.

“We have a submissive who’s applied to come here with a very particular fantasy involving becoming a hucow while she’s here.” Master Derek spread his hands. “There’s a lot we can do to accommodate her, but when it comes to pairing her with someone, I was at a loss until you came to mind.”

Raising his eyebrow, Patrick felt his lips quirk with amusement. “Because I work with the cows? I’ve never thought about them in a sexual manner.”

“Just like no Daddy here has thought about an actual child in that way,” Master Derek pointed out reprovingly.

“Point taken.” Kinks like this didn’t have anything to do with wanting the real deal, it was about acting out a fantasy. “Why me then?”

“In part because you seem like you want to spend more time here,” Master Derek replied, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“The fact that you hang around here and Rawhide Ridge in your free time has not gone unnoticed.” Rawhide Ridge being the adjacent ranch that had been turned into a little town where most everyone was involved in the lifestyle.

Though it wasn’t as obvious as when on the Ranch as there were children and visitors on the Ridge who weren’t subjected to overt kinkiness.

It was more of an “if you know you know” sort of atmosphere.

“I do like being around the places where everyone is practicing the lifestyle openly,” he admitted. “It feels like an escape from all the judgments and strictures of the real world.”

“Exactly why I leave the Ranch as little as possible,” Derek agreed.

“Also, Sadie told me that she’s been keeping an eye on you, and while you seem to enjoy being a voyeur to just about any kink, there’s nothing that has really made you light up.

She thought perhaps something more out of the norm from our usual might interest you. ”

She wasn’t wrong.

It wasn’t that Patrick was bored by the regular kinks, not at all, but he’d seen the way Daddies played with their Littles or Dommes tortured a cock or Tops spanked the butts of those submissives taking on the role of their Bottoms…

they all lit up in a way that he never had with any of his partners.

While he thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing, there seemed to be some sense of higher satisfaction that everyone else seemed to get that he couldn’t quite catch.

Though he wasn’t sure lactation was the thing that would do it.

On the other hand, he wasn’t opposed to trying.

He’d been breastfed as a baby and probably hadn’t given a thought about it then or since. But now actually having Derek discuss the possibility of suckling a woman’s nipples and drinking what came from it… well, Patrick found he was more intrigued than he would have thought.

“What would I need to do?” he asked, because he didn’t like to get into things without knowing what was expected of him.

Especially something as delicate as fulfilling a guest’s fantasy.

Though he would like more time on the Ranch, he wanted it to be time spent in the right kind of way.

If he couldn’t give the guest what she needed, the kind of experience that she deserved, then he wasn’t interested.

“Well, a lot of that would be up to you. There’s a book that she referenced in her application that basically details her fantasy.

” Derek got up and walked over to the armoire, opening one of the doors and pulling a slim black book out from the interior before closing it up and returning to hand the book to Patrick.

Taking it, Patrick inspected the cover. It was black with a gold frame and the title His Favorite Hucow . There was a cowbell on the front cover.

His lips twitched in amusement as he took in the bell.

“It’s a darker romance, according to Sadie.

I haven’t read the whole thing, just the beginning because that seemed to be the most pertinent part of it.

” Derek cleared his throat. “The guest is only here for five days, and not five full days. One of those days will be her arrival and she’ll be leaving on the fifth morning.

Re-creating the book is impossible but there are things in it that we can certainly do, including the ‘auction’ that she requested.

Though we’ll be skipping the ride on the spaceship and the sadistic doctor. ”

One of Patrick’s eyebrows rose as he flipped through the pages, only catching a few words here and there.

“My recommendation, take the book. Read some of it tonight and get back to me tomorrow with whether or not you think it’s something you’d be interested in. If not, you can return the book to me and I’ll keep asking around.”

“She wants one Dom for the whole time?” Patrick asked.

“Yes, that’s part of the book as well. Though the hero has an entire herd of hucows, she ends up as his house cow and he shares her milk with others, but they only have sex with each other.

” Derek shrugged sheepishly when Patrick looked at him.

“I might have read a little beyond just the beginning. It’s not my kink, but it was an interesting read. ”

“Huh.” Patrick had to admit, he was interested. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before, but he wasn’t against it. He eyed Derek. “You swear this isn’t just because I’m your cow guy?”

Derek held his hands up in front of him and then turned one to place over his heart.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Patrick snorted. “You’ve been spending too much time around the Littles.”

A ghost of a smile wafted over Derek’s lips. “Not possible, my friend.”

Taking the book with him, Patrick headed to his next stop, another ranch that was about forty-five minutes away from Rawhide.

It was an easy day for the most part, basic maintenance trims with only one white line defect to handle out of the herd.

After that he headed home, the hucow book feeling like it was staring at him from the passenger seat.

It had been in his head all afternoon, especially since he’d been trimming dairy cows. Udders. Breasts. Milk.

Sexy?

He wasn’t sure.

When he got home, he put his equipment away and went inside, stamping the mud and other things off his work boots before leaving them on his porch.

It was hot enough right now that he could do that.

Eventually, things would get cold enough that he’d bring them into the mudroom, but he preferred leaving them on the porch when he could.

He didn’t feel the urge to clean dirt off the porch nearly as often as he did out of the mudroom.

Only once he’d heated up his dinner and settled himself down at the table, did he finally open the book.

To tell the truth, he wasn’t really expecting much.

The kink might intrigue him, but his preferred book genres were non-fiction and anything by Michael Connelly, though he had taken a detour to read The Meg books by Steve Alten after he’d watched the first movie.

He’d liked the books better than the films and had been pretty fascinated by the science.

So a hucow romance novel that was a little “dark” (whatever that meant) with a sadistic doctor and a herd of hucows and some guy who fell in love with them wasn’t something he expected to be overly engaged in.

He was wrong.

Though the sadistic doctor didn’t do much for him—he’d never been into medical play—it didn’t matter. He was caught up in the story of Margaret’s (renamed Meggie when she became a hucow) redemption and then the love story. Plus, all the milking and incredibly hot sex.

Did he stop to jerk off?

Yes he did.

Did he imagine himself as the owner of a herd of sexy, busty women who were bent over in their stalls, being plowed from behind by ranch hands while a milking machine tugged at their swollen breasts?

Yes he did.

And he imagined himself fucking his own sweet little hucow. Not just while she was being milked, but while he milked her… with his mouth.

But it wasn’t just the hot sex that pulled him in, because as soon as he got off, he immediately picked the book back up. Because he needed to know what happened next.

When he finally finished, way past his normal bedtime (which he was probably going to regret in the morning), he didn’t bother waiting to tell Derek. He sent off an email immediately, with just two words.

I’m in.

Mina

Weekly dinners with her family were always a little fraught for Mina, but this one was especially so because Esther was there.

What made it a little different was that Esther wasn’t behaving like…

well, she wasn’t behaving like Esther. In fact, Mina was kind of worried about her.

Esther looked tired. Defeated. Not at all like her successful, bubbly self.

Their mother kept shooting worried looks at Esther as well.

Nobody had the courage to ask, not even Oma, their mom’s mom. Though, it was possible she hadn’t noticed as she was very distracted by her first great-grandchild, the son of Mina’s cousin Paula.