Milked by the Angry Landlord: A Landlord Lactation Power Play Erotica

I manage this rotting high-rise like it's the last stand of my crumbling life. Alone. Always alone. The leaks, the breakdowns, the endless complaints-I swallow them all, because failure isn't an option. Not when my home hangs on these thin walls, my job the only thread holding my pride together.

But then he storms in. That furious storm of a man, eyes like eviction notices, body radiating the kind of jealous fury that pins you in place. He owns the building. Owns the threats dangling over my head. And somehow, he senses it-the heavy swell of my breasts, the warm shame leaking through my shirt. I deny it. Swear I'll fight. But his glare alone makes my resolve drip away.

He drags me into the boiler room, steam choking the air, his grip bruising my arms as he backs me against the shuddering pipes. "You're mine to fix," he snarls, hands ripping open my blouse. Rough palms seize my swollen flesh, fingers insistent, squeezing until milk jets free in humiliating arcs. I gasp, arch, hate how ecstasy floods me under that merciless pull. He drinks in my surrender, jealous possession turning rage to hunger, draining me while whispering how he'll ruin me if I resist.

Our bodies collide in the pitch-black utility closet later, sweat sealing skin to skin, crammed so tight every breath tastes of him. He milks me again, slower this time, limbs twisting in the haze until I'm spent, glistening, undone. Self-respect pools on the floor with the last drops. My career teeters. My home dangles by his whim.

Yet beneath his destruction beats something desperate. Salvation wrapped in wrath. I crave yielding to it. But what breaks first-my isolation, or everything I have left?

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