I swore I'd never let him see me break.
Not the campus bully who'd spent years turning my every step into a gauntlet of whispers and shoved shoulders. But there I was, huddled in the steamy university laundry room, detergent haze thick as my shame, swollen breasts leaking warm milk down my shirt onto the cold tile floor. Uncontrollable. Undeniable. And he walked in, eyes gleaming like he'd won the lottery to my ruin.
He didn't laugh at first. He cornered me, that cocky smirk twisting into something darker, hungrier. "Look at you, dripping for the world to see." His hands pinned my wrists before I could bolt, then slid lower, firm grip claiming what no one else ever would. Squeezing rivulets into a hidden bottle trembling in the shadows, mocking my every gasp as betrayal. I fought the heat pooling low, the way my body arched into his ruthless control. Defiant words on my lips-"Get off me, you bastard"-but my leaks said otherwise, flooding faster under his taunts.
It's a contract that binds me tighter than his fingers: one more failure, and my grades tank, my secrets spill campus-wide, dignity shredded in viral photos. He knows. He thrives on it. Turns my grotesque floods into his game, milking me dry in stolen moments, growling possession that masks the protection flickering in his eyes. I crave his humiliation like air, the savage twist where enemy hands feel like salvation. But surrender to the one who broke me first? That's the real leak I can't plug.
God, what if his touch doesn't just drain me-what if it owns me forever?
A full-length humiliation lactation milking bully-romance erotic romance featuring a defiant lactating college student and her ruthless tormentor.
