Daddy’s Hucow Initiate

“You’re going to have to obey me for a while,” he says, smoothly. “How does that make you feel?”

“Gross,” I sneer.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” he shakes his head. “I expect you think you’re the type of young lady who enjoys getting men to suck up to her. But then, let’s consider the fact that you chose to be here. No one put a gun to your pretty little blonde head.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snap.

“You wants to know what it’s like to be a hucow,” Chuck says firmly. “That’s fine if you prefer not to admit it to me. You don’t need to say a word because I can see the look in your eyes.”