My Little Farm Girl(60)

“Do you want my tongue?” I teased her with a soft lick that had her squirming against the sheets.

“Yes please.”

“Yes please what?”

“Yes please…master.” Again her body shook at the word, proving to me once again that I’d made the right fucking choice.

“Fine, I’ll give it to you but if you cum I’ll be very displeased with you.” I nipped her thigh and licked the spot to ease the sting. Her fingers twitched, but she kept her hands above her head where I’d placed them.

I licked up one side of the inside of her pussy lips and down the other avoiding her clit for now. Forcing my finger into her tight heat I sucked her clit into my mouth hard and bit down gently. “Ahhh, please-please-please.”

“No.” I took my finger and tongue away and concentrated on tracing patterns on her thighs with my fingertips. Her movements were uninhibited as she sought release, but first she must learn control.

Pressing down on her clit, I manipulated the butt plug and she humped the air. “Be still.” She stopped all movement immediately at the commanding tone in my voice.

I see she’d paid very close attention to all the rules I’d set down for her. I hadn’t left anything up to chance; she knew that in my bed I was the one in control always. Just as she knew that by signing the contract willingly, I now owned her in and out of bed.

Was there anything more arousing than having the control of all that beauty? I don’t think so. Not even owning my own company, or the thrill of the race had ever come close. This for me was the ultimate. It was almost more than my heart could take as it beat wildly in my chest.

I teased her unmercifully for the next hour never letting her reach fulfillment, dragging her to the edge and pulling away each time. She was a blubbering mess by the time I rolled away from her. Her soft pleading moans touched me but still I didn’t give in.







For the next few days, I treated her to more of the same. Keeping her away from my cock, though it was torturing both of us. She was hungry and needy by the time the weekend rolled around.

“Put these on.” These were an oxford styled shirt with the first button starting just beneath the navel, the cuffs rolled back and a short suede skirt three inches above the knee. “No bra. When you’re ready, come find me.

We’d made great strides in the last few days and tonight I planned to up the game. It was getting close to the time when I would fuck her for the first time, if she could just get past her affinity for my cock.

It was the one area where we were still having trouble. As soon as I released my cock in her presence, her face would take on this far away look and she’d pounce. It was hot as fuck, not to mention good for my ego, but she wasn’t being obedient now was she?

She came into the study where I was sitting waiting. The shirt hugged her curves, exposing the inner swells of her breasts, while showcasing her pebbled nipples against the soft cotton.

I could see the excitement was already making her limbs heavy as she crossed the room. “You look amazingly beautiful kitten, come.” I held out my hand for her and took one of hers when she reached my side. Turning it over, I lifted it to my lips, kissing her palm before releasing it again.

“Sit.” I tapped my thighs so there would be no mistaking where I intended her to sit. She straddled me a bit tentatively, her lip caught between her teeth, hands on my shoulders. In this position, her skirt rode up to just where her pussy started to show.

I didn’t dive right in of course. I’m not a boar. Instead, I trailed a finger down the middle of her chest as I held her eyes. “Feed me your tongue Kitten.”

We tongue wrestled until our mouths and chins were wet and we both needed to breath. She was rocking her pussy against my cock, until I held her hips to stop her. “You said you had a question Kitten what is it?”

Pushing her back, I teased the hair back off her face so I could see into her eyes. “I was reading some stuff on line like you told me to and I saw something that wasn’t in the contract or any of the things you showed me.”

“And what might that be?” I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs.

“A safe word, I don’t have one of those.” I took my time before answering her. It was a legitimate question and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly. Though we’d played a lot in the last couple of days, we hadn’t done anything that would make her too uncomfortable. I hadn’t pushed her limits as yet. There would be time enough for that later.

“We don’t need safe words. Love, trust, they negate the need for them. You will trust me to know your boundaries and to respect them. If your boundaries interfere with my pleasure, my wants, you will love me enough to push them.”