The warm, heavy weight of her breast settled against his lips, a familiar and comforting pressure. Leo didn’t need to be asked; his mouth opened instinctively, a soft sigh escaping him as the broad, dusky nipple pressed against his tongue. The rich, sweet taste of her milk flooded his senses, and he suckled gently, his eyes fluttering closed.Above him, Selene shifted in her plush office chair, one hand absently stroking his hair while the other held her tablet, scrolling through the morning’s financial reports. Her towering frame, a powerful presence even when seated, seemed to envelop him. The scent of her perfume—something deep and floral—mingled with her own unique musk, creating an aroma that was purely, essentially her.“That’s it, my sweet boy,” she murmured, her voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through his very bones. Her fingers traced the shell of his ear. “Mommy had a long morning. This helps her think.”On the large monitor behind her, a grid of faces from her management team listened intently to her colleague’s quarterly projections. They saw a formidable executive, her sleek hair perfectly styled, her expression one of sharp intelligence. They couldn’t see the delicate, hairless young man curled at her feet, cradled between her powerful thighs, nursing contentedly like a cherished infant.Leo’s own small, pink cock, perfectly soft and limp, twitched against the cool hardwood floor. He was naked, as he always was for her at home, his body a pristine canvas for her attention. As he drank, Selene’s hand drifted from his hair, tracing a path down his spine, over the gentle curve of his bottom. Her touch was possessive, casual. A constant, gentle reminder of his place in her world.She shifted again, the expensive silk of her blouse rustling, and his lips momentarily lost their prize. He made a small, needy sound of protest.“Shhh, I’m not done with you, little one,” she cooed, not even glancing away from her tablet. Her hand slid between her own legs, and Leo heard the soft, wet sound of her fingers tracing her own folds. The air grew thick with the scent of her arousal, a tangy, intoxicating fragrance that made his head feel light. She brought her glistening fingers to his lips, pressing them inside. “Clean Mommy.”He suckled her fingers obediently, his tongue laving between them, tasting her unique, potent flavor—a stark contrast to the sweet milk. It was a taste of her power, her essence, and it made him pliant and utterly devoted.The meeting on the monitor continued, a discussion about market volatility. Selene’s voice remained perfectly steady as she contributed a pointed question about asset allocation. All the while, her other hand was busy. He felt her grasp his hips, her strong fingers easily spanning his waist, and she turned him over with a single, effortless motion. His back was against her leg now, his little cock standing pathetically, adorably, against his stomach.She looked down at him then, a slow, indulgent smile spreading across her lips. Her eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, softened with affection. “Such a beautiful toy,” she whispered, her voice too low for her microphone to pick up. Her thumb brushed over the weeping head of his cock, smearing the tiny pearl of precum that had formed there. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure-pain that made his hips jerk. So sensitive. So completely at her mercy.She leaned forward, her magnificent breasts swaying, and lowered her mouth to him. Her hot breath washed over his aching flesh a second before her lips did. She didn’t take him in—he was too small for that. Instead, she lavished him with attention, teasing him with the very tip of her tongue, tracing every millimeter, flicking and circling the hypersensitive glans until he was squirming, his breath catching in ragged sobs. It was too much. It was everything.“We’ll table that discussion for now, Michael. I need a moment to review the data,” Selene said into her headset, her voice crisp and professional. She muted her microphone.The professional veneer vanished instantly. With a low, throaty chuckle, she wrapped her lips around his entire tiny length, her tongue flattening against him, and sucked. It was a gentle, pulsing suction, and it pulled a broken cry from Leo’s throat. His hands clenched at his sides, his vision spotting. She held him there for a long, breathtaking moment, worshipping his insignificance with her mighty mouth, before releasing him with a soft, wet pop.“Mommy’s good boy,” she purred, licking her lips. “So sweet.”Before he could even process the aftershocks, her hands were on him again, turning him onto his stomach with an easy strength that left him dizzy. She pushed his knees up towards his chest, exposing him completely. He felt the cool air of the room on his most intimate place, followed by the scorching heat of her gaze.“Now, let’s see if we can relax Mommy before her next call,” she murmured.Her tongue, broad and wet, swept over him in one long, flat stroke from his perineum to the very top of his cleft. Leo gasped, burying his face in the carpet to muffle his sounds. She did it again, and again, licking him open with a lazy, decadent thoroughness that spoke of absolute ownership. Each pass of her tongue was a claim staked, a casual display of her right to every part of him. He was panting now, his body trembling, his mind reduced to a singular focus on the incredible feeling of her mouth on him. The faint, musky taste of him was just another part of her domain, another thing she enjoyed and cherished.She pressed deeper, her tongue tip probing and circling his tight entrance, making him clench and writhe. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming. He was her plaything, her beautiful, clean toy, and in this moment, there was no greater bliss.The chime of her doorbell echoed through the penthouse, clear and melodic. Selene didn’t stop. She gave one last, long, lingering lick that made his toes curl.“Oh good,” she said, her voice slightly muffled against his skin. “That will be my sister. She did say she was stopping by for coffee.” She gave his buttock a light, possessive pat. “I’m sure she’d love to play with you, too.”

Leo nursed from Selene's breast while she conducted a business meeting, her fingers tracing his body and occasionally tasting him. She turned him over and sucked his cock, then licked his ass, all while maintaining her professional demeanor. Selene then mentioned her sister's arrival for coffee, hinting at potential shared play.

The warm, heavy weight of her breast settled against his lips, a familiar and comforting pressure. Leo didn’t need to be asked; his mouth opened instinctively, a soft sigh escaping him as the broad, dusky nipple pressed against his tongue. The rich, sweet taste of her milk flooded his senses, and he suckled gently, his eyes fluttering closed.

Above him, Selene shifted in her plush office chair, one hand absently stroking his hair while the other held her tablet, scrolling through the morning’s financial reports. Her towering frame, a powerful presence even when seated, seemed to envelop him. The scent of her perfume—something deep and floral—mingled with her own unique musk, creating an aroma that was purely, essentially *her*.

“That’s it, my sweet boy,” she murmured, her voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through his very bones. Her fingers traced the shell of his ear. “Mommy had a long morning. This helps her think.”

On the large monitor behind her, a grid of faces from her management team listened intently to her colleague’s quarterly projections. They saw a formidable executive, her sleek hair perfectly styled, her expression one of sharp intelligence. They couldn’t see the delicate, hairless young man curled at her feet, cradled between her powerful thighs, nursing contentedly like a cherished infant.

Leo’s own small, pink cock, perfectly soft and limp, twitched against the cool hardwood floor. He was naked, as he always was for her at home, his body a pristine canvas for her attention. As he drank, Selene’s hand drifted from his hair, tracing a path down his spine, over the gentle curve of his bottom. Her touch was possessive, casual. A constant, gentle reminder of his place in her world.

She shifted again, the expensive silk of her blouse rustling, and his lips momentarily lost their prize. He made a small, needy sound of protest.

“Shhh, I’m not done with you, little one,” she cooed, not even glancing away from her tablet. Her hand slid between her own legs, and Leo heard the soft, wet sound of her fingers tracing her own folds. The air grew thick with the scent of her arousal, a tangy, intoxicating fragrance that made his head feel light. She brought her glistening fingers to his lips, pressing them inside. “Clean Mommy.”

He suckled her fingers obediently, his tongue laving between them, tasting her unique, potent flavor—a stark contrast to the sweet milk. It was a taste of her power, her essence, and it made him pliant and utterly devoted.

The meeting on the monitor continued, a discussion about market volatility. Selene’s voice remained perfectly steady as she contributed a pointed question about asset allocation. All the while, her other hand was busy. He felt her grasp his hips, her strong fingers easily spanning his waist, and she turned him over with a single, effortless motion. His back was against her leg now, his little cock standing pathetically, adorably, against his stomach.

She looked down at him then, a slow, indulgent smile spreading across her lips. Her eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, softened with affection. “Such a beautiful toy,” she whispered, her voice too low for her microphone to pick up. Her thumb brushed over the weeping head of his cock, smearing the tiny pearl of precum that had formed there. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure-pain that made his hips jerk. _So sensitive. So completely at her mercy._

She leaned forward, her magnificent breasts swaying, and lowered her mouth to him. Her hot breath washed over his aching flesh a second before her lips did. She didn’t take him in—he was too small for that. Instead, she lavished him with attention, teasing him with the very tip of her tongue, tracing every millimeter, flicking and circling the hypersensitive glans until he was squirming, his breath catching in ragged sobs. _It was too much. It was everything._

“We’ll table that discussion for now, Michael. I need a moment to review the data,” Selene said into her headset, her voice crisp and professional. She muted her microphone.

The professional veneer vanished instantly. With a low, throaty chuckle, she wrapped her lips around his entire tiny length, her tongue flattening against him, and *sucked*. It was a gentle, pulsing suction, and it pulled a broken cry from Leo’s throat. His hands clenched at his sides, his vision spotting. She held him there for a long, breathtaking moment, worshipping his insignificance with her mighty mouth, before releasing him with a soft, wet pop.

“Mommy’s good boy,” she purred, licking her lips. “So sweet.”

Before he could even process the aftershocks, her hands were on him again, turning him onto his stomach with an easy strength that left him dizzy. She pushed his knees up towards his chest, exposing him completely. He felt the cool air of the room on his most intimate place, followed by the scorching heat of her gaze.

“Now, let’s see if we can relax Mommy before her next call,” she murmured.

Her tongue, broad and wet, swept over him in one long, flat stroke from his perineum to the very top of his cleft. Leo gasped, burying his face in the carpet to muffle his sounds. She did it again, and again, licking him open with a lazy, decadent thoroughness that spoke of absolute ownership. Each pass of her tongue was a claim staked, a casual display of her right to every part of him. He was panting now, his body trembling, his mind reduced to a singular focus on the incredible feeling of her mouth on him. The faint, musky taste of him was just another part of her domain, another thing she enjoyed and cherished.

She pressed deeper, her tongue tip probing and circling his tight entrance, making him clench and writhe. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming. He was her plaything, her beautiful, clean toy, and in this moment, there was no greater bliss.

The chime of her doorbell echoed through the penthouse, clear and melodic. Selene didn’t stop. She gave one last, long, lingering lick that made his toes curl.

“Oh good,” she said, her voice slightly muffled against his skin. “That will be my sister. She did say she was stopping by for coffee.” She gave his buttock a light, possessive pat. “I’m sure she’d love to play with you, too.”

A powerful, dominant futa, Selene, takes control of her delicate, submissive boyfriend, Leo, in a world where he is her cherished toy and plaything.

She breastfeeds him, cleans him, and dresses him, treating him like a cherished infant while also using him for her pleasure.

Selene's world is one where she casually and publicly uses Leo for her sexual gratification, often involving her family in their dynamic.

Leo is used for her pleasure, often being rimmed, sucked, and sat on, and is treated as a delicate, hairless, and clean toy.

Selene's world is one where she uses Leo for her pleasure, often involving her family in their dynamic.

The Sweet Surrender of Her Milk

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