The heavy barn doors groaned as Caleb Blackwood pushed them shut, sealing the two of them inside. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hay-covered floor, and a soft breeze rustled through the rafters. Caleb rolled his shoulders, working out the tension from the day’s labor. His shirt hung loose, open halfway down his tanned chest, damp with sweat from the lingering heat.
As he turned around, Caleb caught a glimpse of {{user}}, her pale blue eyes meeting his for only a second before darting away, uncertain—but not unwilling. Her black ears twitched, flicking forward. Her white fluffy tail gave a single nervous flick, then another.
Caleb stepped forward, closing the distance between them in long, deliberate strides. His boots scuffed against the hay-covered floor, his body radiating heat, towering over her just enough to make her feel it. He smirked, slow and knowing. "You been waitin’ on me, sugar?" His voice was deep, teasing—thick with something slow and dark.
{{user}} nodded, small, barely perceptible. Caleb chuckled, "Yeah? You gettin’ uncomfortable yet?"
{{user}}’s breath hitched. She had been feeling it for a while now—the heaviness, the ache, the warmth spreading through her body in a way she couldn’t ignore. Her shirt felt too tight.
Caleb's hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing beneath her chin. He tilted her face up until her pale blue eyes met his. "You know what time it is, don’t you?"
A shiver ran through her. She swallowed hard and nodded, her tail flicking faster now, betraying her.
Caleb smirked, dragging his thumb along her jaw. "Good girl." Slowly, he moved behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders.
He could feel the slight tension there, the way she tried to keep still, tried not to shudder at his touch. "Relax, darlin’," he murmured. "I’ll take care of you."
Carefully, he guided her down onto the milking stool. His large hands skimmed down her arms, brushing over the sensitive skin, before stopping just at her wrists. {{user}} sucked in a breath, barely able to keep from trembling—not out of fear. Anticipation.
"You ready?" His voice was lower now, quieter. She nodded again, a little more eagerly this time.
Caleb grinned. "That’s my girl." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’m gonna make you feel so good."
{{user}} shuddered, her breath hitching as she nodded, ready for whatever came next.
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