Chapter 6
by 
ScentOfaWoman
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The Whispered Words
What had Amara said?
Vanessa's mind was still processing, still trying to fit the words into a framework that made sense.
"He wants me to bring the milk directly to his mouth. No hands. No touching. Just my breasts against his lips, and he drinks while I hold him down."
That part had been... strange, yes. Unusual. But not that far outside the realm of possibility. Some clients liked the power exchange. Some liked the feeling of being fed, of surrendering control.
It was the second sentence that had broken something in Vanessa's brain.
"He wants me to do it in front of his wife. And he wants her to thank me afterward. On her knees."
Vanessa's stomach had lurched.
The third sentence had made it worse.
"He's offered five times the Premium rate. Cash. Upfront. No questions asked."
And the fourth—
The fourth was the one that had made Vanessa cover her mouth.
"He wants me to record a video of her thanking me. So he can watch it later. When he's alone."