My Little Farm Girl

by Jordan Silver

  It’s amazing but we haven’t had a real fight yet and sometimes I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. Though I know she has the best disposition of anyone I know, she’s so malleable and easy going; but I sometimes wonder what is her breaking point? We all have one after all.

  Not that I’m looking for trouble, the reason I went after her in the first place was because of her submissiveness after all, but I do wonder.

  “Sit still Kitten you’re making me dizzy.” She was so excited about her trip that she was making herself and me crazy with her constant up and down.

  It was only the second place she’d have visited outside of her hometown, and the added bonus of Hollywood Boulevard, was more than her young heart could take.

  I’d already promised to let her drag me off to some of the more well known landmarks once we got there. Something I wouldn’t have done for anyone else at point of death.

  When she still couldn’t keep her little ass quiet I decided to help calm her down. “Alright that’s it.” I left the chair where I’d been trying in vain to read the paper and pulled her up from the couch where some magazine was giving her ideas on how to torture me when we did finally get to L.A.

  She didn’t say anything, just followed me along to the playroom. “Right, you’ve driven me to distraction, this ought to settle your little ass down so I can get some peace and quiet.”

  She was hopping from foot to foot as I tore her shirt down the middle; that got her attention. I tore the material in pieces and used the strips to bind her arms behind her at the elbows.

  “Hmmm.” I tapped her tits with my fingertips making them bounce before running my hand down her middle and around the edge of her skirt. Her breathing went into high gear and I almost got sidetracked.

  “Did you remember to do your Kegel exercise every hour and a half?”

  “Yes master.” Her voice was a breathy sigh. I played my fingers up her thigh and palmed her bare pussy letting the tips of my fingers just lightly graze against her cunt hole where she was already moist.

  Bending her over backwards, I let the rough cotton of my shirt rake across her tits while pulling her hands tighter behind her.

  “Spread your legs wider.” I kicked the spreader bar in place between her thighs as soon as she complied and snapped it into place.

  Next, I attached her collar to a chain in the wall and made her face inward. Leaving her tied like that I walked to the mini fridge and removed the ice tray. I know she was expecting a spanking, she’s been hankering for one all week the little freak, but I wasn’t ready to give it to her yet, let her earn it.

  I pushed the hair off her neck and kissed her there lightly, before retrieving a cube of ice from the tray and warming it up in my mouth.

  When the rough edges were smooth, I took it between my fingers and starting at her knee glided it up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy.

  She jumped and hissed, pulling against her chains. “Be still little one.” I got another cube as that one melted and ran down her leg.

  The second one I used on her tits, rubbing it in circles around first one nipple and then the other. Her skin had broken out in goose bumps and her eyes were halfway to glazed.

  Using one hand, I stripped off my shirt but left my pants on. Walking around in front of her I let her get a food look at my cock straining against the fly of my jeans. She licked her lips and mewled.

  I smelt her sex in the air as her body released pheromones; she wanted to fuck. She’d have to wait. I got her nipples nice and wet with the ice they were also hard and red from the cold.

  Her hips made little jerking motions as she followed me with her eyes. Getting one of my lighter floggers, I whipped her tits softly, making sure to get the stiff nipples each time with the ends of the leather strips.

  Her pussy juice shone between her thighs and filled the air with its sweet essence. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she struggled to stay still.

  Dropping my pants, I fisted my cock right under her eyes, using the pre-cum to oil up my length. “Look at my eyes Kitten.” her head jerked up and she tried to focus on me.

  Her mouth had gone slack with need, “poor baby,” she really was a sight. I ran my cockhead over her lips teasingly and then pulled back. She whined and pulled against her chain. One hard smack to her ass soon calmed her down again.

  “You want my cock, my hot little bitch?” Her head nodded wildly and her eyes stayed glued to my hands and my cock as I fisted it stroking myself faster and faster until the pre-cum was hanging down towards the floor.

  “Yes sir, please.” She licked her lips as she looked up at me pleadingly. Stepping forward I fed her the tip of my cock, keeping my hand wrapped around my glans to keep her from taking more than that.

  She licked my cockhead using her tongue to clean the pre-cum as fast as it leaked. Then she sucked it in and just held it there, her lips concaved as she licked my cock slit.

  I fed her a little more of my cock and took her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She howled around my cock when I pulled on them hard while shoving my cock into her throat.

  I let her suck to her little heart’s content and came on her tongue while finger fucking her with three fingers in her cunt and two in her ass. After that she was a little less hyper and I got to do the shit I needed to do before leaving on our trip.

  ***

  Our first day in tinsel town was nothing but chaos. She held onto my arm tightly as we went from place to place exploring. She was in awe of her surroundings, using the new digital camera I’d bought her to snap away.

  I’d opened up a bank account for her and given her an allowance which she hardly ever got to use anyway since I liked buying her things myself, so she was going to buy gifts for her family back home with some of the money she made. Which meant she dragged me into every cheesy souvenir shop we passed.

  She got her fair share of admirable looks from the opposite sex, which as a man who appreciates his woman’s beauty I understood and accepted.

  Some of the more obvious fucks who looked a little too hard or too long got the glared warning that soon had them moving along. My innocent little girl didn’t seem to notice this or she’d blush whenever she caught someone looking and draw closer to me.

  Our time there seemed to fly by. She was up every morning before dawn to do her exercise and have breakfast together which is something I insisted on. Then the car took her off to work while I stayed back and worked from the home office.

  I missed the playroom, the one I had built here wasn’t as extensive since I hadn’t planned on spending much time here, but it would do in a pinch. It had been days since I’d tied her down and fucked her senseless and I felt that restless feeling coming over me.

  Before I’d found her, I could find ways to assuage those feelings, to push them aside. But now that my cock knew she was somewhere breathing nothing else would do but to fuck her in that special way when I got like this.

  I was waiting for her to reach her limit, to get to that point where it was too much, or she’d had enough. So far it hadn’t happened. Like I’d told her, I don’t like safe words, that’s considered dangerous in the world of BDSM, but that’s where I parted ways with the lifestyle.

  I didn’t like this new way of approaching it like a weekend retreat, something you took off and put on at will.

  I wouldn’t dare impose my will on others, or try to tell them how to live their lives and live out their fantasies, but for me, and the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with, this was as real as it fucking gets.

  Twenty four seven all day all night ‘til death do us part; I couldn’t imagine not being in control of her one hundred percent of the time.

  It was for this reason that I hadn’t taken her to see her parents as yet though I knew she was longing to see them.

  I didn’t want to risk breaking that bond so soon, or putting her in the position that would make her uncomfortable.

  I know the day will come when s
he wouldn’t even have to think of it, but I didn’t think we’d reached there yet.

  She took everything I dished out and looked for more. I won’t claim to know all there was to know about her, that’s just stupid, but I know enough and I’m learning more each day.

  She craves my attention, not just sexual contact, but in all ways. My praise makes her light up and I give her plenty of it often. I’m very conscious of her low self-image and have been working to build that up, but having her face plastered all over the place has been helping with that as well.

  She’s flourished under my hands and I am left with the task of making sure that the sweet little farm girl that I’d picked up at that train station was not lost, I never want to lose that girl, she’s the one I fell in love with after all.

  She has been getting offers from other parties but she leaves that up to me to take care of and since I have to intentions on sharing her ever, the answer is always no. She hasn’t mentioned acting classes in a while and I feel confident enough that it that were something she was truly interested in she’d let me know.

  I didn’t hide the fact that I was turning down offers on her behalf, I just simply explained to her that I had no interest in having my woman running from country to country modeling I preferred to have her home under me whenever I needed her. The choice was clear, there was no room for misunderstanding.

  She knew her place was with me, so there was no grumbling about a lost chance at a career. Besides, she knew me well enough by now to know that I wouldn’t let her go anyway. And she still had her gig with my company to keep her busy a couple months a year.

  Marion in the time we’d been here had been too busy trying to get her own life back on track it seems to pay much attention to ours. There hadn’t been any more attempts at sabotage from that corner and though I was not too pleased to learn that Josh had come to L.A. to work on this end of the campaign as well I let it slide. Her security detail hadn’t mentioned anything untoward, and she seemed to be enjoying herself so I left well enough alone.

  ***

  That last night there was a welcome party for the models and the rest of the staff. I realized that if she followed this career path my life would be an unending round of social gatherings and get-togethers, which wasn’t high on my list of priorities. Thank goodness I had other plans for her future because I hated these fucking things.

  Once again, I picked out her outfit for the evening. It wasn’t a formal affair so I chose a pair of linen evening slacks and a silk blouse with ballet flats. I figured she’d had enough of running around in heels in the last few weeks anyway.

  We spent an hour in the playroom to let off some steam before making love for hours before it was time to leave. She had a nice mellow glow about her as we left as the sun was setting over the water in Malibu. Her radiance from the hot fucking she’d only just had not ten minutes ago plus the nice tan she’d picked up here in her downtime when she practically lived on the beach was almost blinding.

  “You look very well fucked Kitten.” I teased a blush out of her as we sat in the car on the way downtown. “Do you know why I fucked you again right inside the door while the driver waited?”

  She shook her head as her breath hitched. “Because I wanted my scent on you. I want every male who comes within feet of you to know that you’re owned in the most primal way.” I nuzzled her neck and licked my latest mark as she squirmed and tried to climb into my lap.

  “No Kitten, you’ve had enough cream.” I cupped her pussy through the pants that she wore, “can you still feel me here?” I let my fingers tease her cunt lips.

  “Should I eat your pussy, do you think we have enough time?”

  “Oh please, please put your mouth on me I need it, please.”

  “Hmm, I wonder; pull down your pants for me.” She lifted her ass off the seat and tugged at her zipper and that’s when I got my first surprise of the evening.

  “Kitten what’s that?” She looked down at where I pointed.

  “What sir?” I looked down into her eyes without uttering a word.

  “Button up.” I slid over to my side of the seat and looked out the window ignoring her. She knew I was pissed but she also knew not to say one fucking word to me unless it was an apology and to do that she had to figure out what the fuck she’d done wrong.

  Chapter 29

  GABRIELLA

  I don’t know what made me do it, what possessed me to go that far. I was hurt and miserable because of Callan’s treatment of me. I don’t know what happened, one minute he was touching me and I was enjoying those feelings that only he could inspire and the next cold.

  When I looked at him questioningly after ten minutes of silence, all he would say is ‘think Gabriella’. I hate when he calls me that. Isn’t it funny? That’s my name, I’ve answered to it for over eighteen years and yet when this one man calls me by that name I shudder, because I know it means he’s displeased with me about something.

  Because of that displeasure and the way he was so cold with me all evening, I think I might’ve gone too far. I was only trying to get his attention, I didn’t mean for it to go this far.

  We’d finally reached our destination after twenty minutes of his total silence. He wasn’t saying anything verbally but his body language was speaking volumes. I wracked my brain for what it is that I could’ve done wrong but nothing came to mind.

  Usually if I made a little faux pas he would tell me what it was and I’ll be sent to the corner or denied dessert or something according to how minor the infraction was.

  This time he wasn’t even broaching the subject so I knew whatever I’d done had to be really bad.

  That thought off set me so much that I took a glass of wine from a passing tray without giving it too much thought, then after that one was done I took another. Then I saw her, that woman from the museum, the one he said he didn’t know and she was making her way over to him.

  I was madder than I’d ever been in my life, and even when I saw him brush her off and send her away the red haze didn’t clear from my eyes.

  I noticed that I was getting a little loud, well loud for me anyway and then Josh was there and he was paying attention to me and smiling with me and soon some of the others came over and I had no idea where Callan, sir, was.

  I looked around but did not see him and that annoyed me even more for some reason. Three glasses of wine later I felt hands on me and I was being dragged away.

  “Hey I’m talking.” I looked up through blurry eyes to see a very pissed off Callan. Josh stepped forward and said something but I didn’t hear his words. Just Callan’s telling him to back the fuck off.

  “If you’ll excuse us, we’re leaving.” He said that to the others as he took me away. My face was red with embarrassment but that was the least of my worries. I felt a sickening fear in the pit of my stomach at his cold anger.

  Next thing I knew, I was being thrown into the backseat of the car and the almost drunken haze was gone. My mind was clear as a bell and I was scared. His face was set in stone.

  I looked down at my lap when he finally turned his gaze to me, biting my lip in consternation. I felt tears prick my eyes; what had I done?

  “Please tell me what I did wrong?” my voice was pleading and desperate as I fell to my knees in the back of the car.

  “Get up, I told you to think didn’t I? Instead you’ve made matters worst.” That’s all he would say, nothing more.

  When we got back to the house I was still none the wiser until I replayed the whole evening in my head. I was shaking by this point because he’d left me standing in the doorway and gone into the office and locked the door.

  My mind raced as I tried to figure things out and the only thing I could think of was my underwear. But surely he couldn’t be mad about that. I wasn’t allowed to wear underwear unless I was given permission except when I had my period of course, but why would that make him so angry?

  I’d only worn it because I was afraid the crotch o
f the pants would rub against me all evening. It wasn’t often that I got to wear pants when we went out, and going bare beneath a dress or a skirt was much easier.

  I was about to go after him to ask his forgiveness for that, but then I remembered everything else I’d done that evening and it all came crashing down on me like a bucket of cold water.

  I’d been flirting, yes flirting with Josh of all people. I’m not that green that I don’t realize that Callan has a problem with the way Josh acts around me. I’d done it for that very reason.

  And the drinking, I wasn’t allowed alcohol unless he gave it to me and that was very rare. He came out of the office and headed for our room. I stood where I was afraid to move; afraid that if I did something might shatter.

  When he came back out minutes later with just my suitcase in hand my knees gave out. “Please, don’t, sir.” I started to cry because he wouldn’t even look at me. I was down on my knees begging him not to send me away. I knew what that lonesome suitcase meant. We weren’t due to leave for New York until the next day.

  His next words confirmed my worst fears. “I’ve spoken to your parents they’re expecting you.”

  “No master please don’t send me away I’ll be good, I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it.” I started babbling any and everything that came to mind. There was a hole where my heart had been. The thought of being away from him scared me more than anything else ever had in my whole life.

  Nothing I said or did would sway him, he was more than displeased with me. I think I’d hurt him with my behavior. Had I caught on about the underwear and made amends I’m sure we would’ve moved past that, but I’d confounded the situation by playing the tramp in a room full of his peers and that’s something a man like Callan would never take lightly.

  Why hadn’t I thought of that before I let things get this out of hand? Now it was too late and he was sending me away. When he kissed my hair at the backdoor of the car I bawled even harder.