My Little Farm Girl(48)

On the way up to the penthouse I let my fingers play along her palm causing her to shiver as if from cold.

“Are you cold love?” I fixed the mink stole more securely around her neck. She shook her head as she looked longingly up at me.

I knew she wanted my mouth it’s why I was keeping it away from her. I might’ve skipped ahead a bit this evening because of my incessant temper, but her grooming will start tonight and there will be no rush, even if it killed me.

Instead I ran a gentle finger down her cheek to her chin before nibbling on her air and pulling her in close. “I had a wonderful evening with you tonight Kitten, I don’t remember when I’ve had so much fun with anyone else before.”

It was the truth, but it was also part of my campaign to take her over and under. By the time I was finished my little kitten would look to me for everything, whether words of praise or other. I want her eating out of my hands, succumbing to my will even at the expense of her own. I will have it no other way.









She followed me on wobbly knees as I held her hand and led her inside our home. “Let me see your little feet Kitten, I know you’re not accustomed to such high heels and you’ve been on your feet all day besides.”

I sat her on an upright chair and lifted her foot to my knees as I sat in front of her.

Removing the shoe, I rubbed her arch in a sensual massage, digging in to all the pertinent places that I knew were sending shock waves right to her tight little pussy.

The soft moans that she couldn’t quite control were followed quickly by her squirming in her seat. When that leg was limp I moved on to the next, treating it to more of the same.

When I was through molesting her feet, I kissed both arches making my way up to her ankles with my teeth and tongue before pulling back.

Her erratic breathing was the only sound to be heard in the still, silent room. I teased my fingers up and down her inner thighs, never taking my eyes from hers.

She bit her lip and arched her back when the backs of my fingers brushed against her pussy lips.

For the next hour I played her body like a fiddle, bringing her close but not letting her go over.

“Do you ever touch yourself Kitten, when you’re alone in bed?” She shook her head shyly. “Good, from now on you will only touch yourself when I order you to, do you understand?” She nodded and pushed against my hand.

“Pull down the top of your dress, I want to see your tits.” In a daze she did as I ordered, baring her succulent tit meat to my hungry eyes.

Leaning over I sucked a nipple into my mouth while my letting fingers trace the edge of her panty leg. She was wet and the heat from her pussy singed my fingers as I rubbed them against her clit.

“Ohhh…” she laid back against the chair in a wanton sprawl while I feasted on her tits and fucked just the inside of her cunt with my fingers. I brought her to the brink once again and pulled back. She must learn that her orgasms were now mine to give.

“Come, it’s time for your bed, you have another long day tomorrow, I don’t want you tiring yourself out.”

I walked her to her door, and once again instead of the kiss I knew she so badly craved, I placed a gentle butterfly like one to her forehead before bidding her goodnight and walking away.





GABRIELLA



My dreams that night were sinful, that’s the only word for it. The one that stood out most was of us back home on the farm. I don’t know how we got there or what we were doing there, but Callan was chasing me through a field. There was laughter and joy, even in the dream I could feel them both and they seemed so real.

I egged him on as I ran faster and faster but he caught up with me and took me down beneath him for one long heated kiss. Only in my dream he didn’t stop at kisses. I awakened in the morning with a burning need.

The place between my thighs was achy and wet and I felt at turns feverish and out of sorts.

What was wrong with me? I hopped out of the bed when I remembered the leather folder he’d given me the night before. It was early yet and I still had a little time before I needed to be up.

My heart raced as I flipped it open, somehow I knew that what was written there would change my life forever.

I got distracted by the richness of the paper first, then the embossed seal imprinted there, so official looking.

The first words that jumped out at me were ‘binding and contract,’ and then our names. Then I started reading and my heart took flight.

It was beautiful and frightening all at once. Some of it I understood clearly, some I will have to work up the nerve to ask him to explain, but I think I got the general idea. He wanted to own me, completely.

My fingers itched to find the nearest pen and sign; if this was the only way I could have him, then… but common sense prevailed.