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  My Little Farm Girl

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright©2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover by Jordan Silver

  Photos byD 26713541 © Andrey Kiselev | Dreamstime.com

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  "I see you've been listening. Good girl, now walk over here."

  She stood from the wooden chair where she'd been sitting upright awaiting my arrival.

  "Slowly, Gabriella."

  I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt leaving my tie askew and my jacket in place. It was her task to undress me.

  "Kneel." With head bowed she knelt at my feet, hands clasped behind her back, as she waited for her master to instruct her. I looked down at the soft red-gold length of hair, like a waterfall, down her supine back.

  The collar around her neck and the wisps of material that barely concealed her sweet pussy, were her only adornments. I checked her posture, making sure there was nothing out of place. She would only be rewarded after she'd done exactly as I said.

  ***

  There was never any doubt in my mind, after the first time I'd laid eyes on her, that we would one day be here. I'd summed her up with a glance. She had the makings of a true sub.

  That quiet, unassuming way, those hungry looks; she'd given away too much to a wolf on the prowl. My cock had known it too. The slight weeping at its tip on our first encounter was evidence of that.

  She had farther sealed her fate when she'd bitten into her lip, while gazing longingly up at me. I could sense the virgin blood in her. I wanted it. And so I set about attaining it.

  It hadn't been that hard, if she hadn't felt the pull then too, maybe she would've stood a chance. Now it was too late, too late for both of us.

  ***

  The room was set up for my pleasure, every vice at my fingertips. She's the only female to have ever breached these particular walls. All the others had been...stand-ins shall we say. But they’d been taken elsewhere.

  The room, like my ideal, had been in the works for a long time now. The moment I realized what it was that I needed, that I hungered for; I'd set about getting things ready. For her!

  My Gabriella, my little Kitten. She'd only been a dream then, a thought a wish. But now she was here. Real, flesh and blood, unblemished, untouched and mine. Mine to mold and to do with as I wished. The dominant in me gnashed his teeth. I had to hold myself in check. It was her first time after all.

  "Begin."

  Her lips touched my shoe top seconds before my hand came down and clutched her hair, pulling her head back none too gently.

  "Wrong."

  The fear was palpable, not fear of punishment, but fear of rejection, of dismissal. She knew what displeasing me could mean. Or rather, I'd taught her the consequences. I kept a stern look on my face as I held her eyes with mine.

  "What were you supposed to do Gabriella?"

  She swallowed audibly, but she daren't remove her gaze from mine. That would be an offense worthy of what had become to her, the severest of punishments, the withdrawal of myself from her presence.

  She longed for my nearness, something I'd trained her to do in the weeks since I'd claimed her.

  "I'm waiting Gabriella."

  "Master, may I?"

  "Good girl." I withheld my smile, though I felt it tickle at the corners of my mouth. I always felt like smiling with her, she's so eager to please. Releasing my hold on her hair I let her get back to it.

  "Again."

  After the removal of my shoes, she sat back on her heels. With arms out stretched, she reached up, and with slow, methodical and precise movements, released my belt from its buckle.

  Her eyes strayed time and again to the tent that had formed in front of them. Her hands shook as she pulled the belt free, and laid it aside. With my pants unbuttoned, she drew the zipper down ever so slowly, being careful not to touch.

  She pulled them down slowly, past the silk boxers that strained to contain my length. These too were neatly folded and placed on the ottoman at her side. Looking down at her, I could see the pulse beat frantically in her neck as she licked her lips.

  "No Gabriella." This is where she always ran into trouble, where she broke away from her training and touched before it was time. I guess I should never have let her taste me so early in her training.

  But how was I to know she would become so addicted to my taste on her tongue? So much so, that even the threat of my lash was not a deterrent.

  She looked up at me with sad eyes and pouty lips as she whimpered softly. Reaching down I caressed her cheek lovingly. "Soon little one...soon."

  ***

  She finally stood to remove my jacket, leaving my silk boxers for last. I could feel the slight tremble in her body as she went about removing the rest of my clothing, with unhurried ease.

  She'd learned her lessons well in the last few weeks. It had been hard not taking her any one of the hundreds of times I'd held her, but I wanted to savor. There was no rush once you'd found The One.

  It's a testament to my perversity that the one woman I wanted above all others, was the one I abstained from. But there was a reason for this; before I take her maidenhead, she must be prepared.

  When I finally put her beneath me, she will be mine completely. Mind, body and…well the soul I'll leave for the one who created it. Everything else will be mine. I demand it, I will settle for no less.

  ***

  With everything gone, except the offending boxers, that were now sporting a wet spot, she finally reached for them. Her breath sped up as her fingers touched the skin of my hips.

  She rolled them down my thighs slowly, her body following the movement, so that she ended once again, kneeling at my feet. Twelve inches of velvet steel sprang forth and bobbed once, before settling at an arc, just above her upturned mouth.

  The long string of pre cum that hung down between us was like manna to her starving soul. I watched to see if she would once again lose control. I saw the fight within as she wrestled with her want.

  Her hunger was evident, as she licked her lips. Her nipples pebbled and the sheen of her essence bathed her inner thighs as she looked up at me pleadingly. I held out my hand to help her up.

  "Come."

  ***

  I lifted her in my arms, her head tucked onto my shoulder. The sweet smell of her perfumed hair rose to my nostrils. It was the scent I had chosen, her whole body would be scented the same, a blend of honeysuckle and musk, light without being overpowering.

  She snuggled like a little lamb as I approached the bed? I could feel the staccato beat of her heart against my ribs. No doubt she wondered if tonight would be the night.

  I laid her across the bed, taking my time to study her. The golden collar at her throat with the lock that rested ju
st in that little space where her pulse beat, the tiny waist that was easily spanned by my hands, and the gentle flare of hips.

  Perfection. She's been on a strict diet, no I'm not starving her to death, but like many of her age, her eating habits were deplorable. Already I could see the results of fresh fruits and vegetables, as opposed to processed foods and tripe. Her hair looked more radiant, her nails healthier. All in all, she had become and was becoming, the beauty that I knew she was.

  ***

  My Gabriella had very low self esteem, I'd taught her in a short time, just how much she was worth. You see, as her master I seek not only to rule over her, but also to cherish.

  Only a fool would mistreat that which he holds most dear, and she is my most treasured possession. She had given herself to me wholeheartedly, her trust in me complete.

  So far I’ve only treated her like the little princess that she is; tonight I mean to make her feel like my owned slut. That might sound harsh to some, but to understand the sentiment you’d have to know the man. I am a dominant in every sense of the word. I seek to own, to control, to cherish.

  I turned to the night table where she had set everything up to my specifications. When I was satisfied that I had all I required, I turned my attentions to her.

  Climbing onto the bed between her thighs, I bent over her and placed the gentlest of kisses beneath her navel. She tensed but held still. Progress.

  With the barest of touches, I slipped a finger beneath the scrap of material that covered her pussy Mons. She was wet and swollen, her flesh hot as I slipped my finger inside.

  ***

  Wet heat and soft sighs. Her body gripped my finger tightly, sending visions of all that tight heat wrapped around my cock, crashing through me.

  Wrapping my free hand into the top of her thong, I pulled her onto my finger, while using the soft silk to tease her clit. Her body reddened, her back arched and she filled my hand with honey. So responsive my little Gabriella!

  "Please...master..."

  "Shh." I stopped all movement of my finger and she froze in place, her eyes flying up to mine. They were fever bright with lust and longing. Here too laid another of her stumbling blocks.

  Like a petulant child, if she doesn't get her way, she'd pout and sulk. Would she behave this time, so that she may receive the ultimate prize? She knows what lies in store. If I take her while her training is incomplete it will be rough, brutal, for my pleasure only.

  But if she bends to my will in every way, then her master will initiate her with a tender touch. Time was running out; I won't be able to hold onto my control much longer.

  Soon I will take her, my body cries out for hers. In this, she tortured us both. I have no desire to take her maidenhead like a rutting boar. But if she fails now, the choice will be lost, because tonight, before this night is over I will spill my seed inside her for the first time.

  ***

  "Good girl Gabriella." She was near tears as she fought to hold onto what little control she had left. I could see from the red flush of her body and the heat of her pussy around my finger, that she was at her breaking point. Yet she held on.

  I smiled down at her as I started once more, thrusting one long thick finger inside of her.

  "Touch your nipples for me." Her hands flew to the pebbled points and pulled just the way I'd taught her. With eyes locked I pulled my finger from her body and lowered my head to her.

  Tearing the scrap of silk between both hands, I threw it to the floor, before lifting her well-formed and delightful ass into my hands. Lifting her to my tongue.

  "Dance." I growled the one word down at her before plunging my tongue home. She screamed and danced on my tongue as I licked deep inside her heated pussy.

  ***

  When I'd had my fill...for now, I eased off. Her breathing was labored as I knelt between her thighs, her eyes following the movement of my cock. Taking it in hand, I stroked up and down, as I watched her tongue lick across her lips in heat.

  "You want this?" Her eyes flew up to mine as she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes please master." I tapped her clit once with its heaviness and she arched and came. So fucking responsive. I waited until she'd settled down again. "Beg me."

  She climbed to her knees, and with her head bent in the way she'd been taught, begged for my cock in her sweet voice. "Please master may I taste your cock?" I swiped my thumb across her lip before pushing inside for her to taste, and then removing it again.

  "You may." She licked her way up my thigh trying to be patient, to move with the grace she knew I required. The slight tremble in her small frame gave away her want.

  When she finally reached her goal..."Master?" Good girl, she remembered to ask before touching. I nodded my head in assent just as she took my length in her hand to lead me to her greedy mouth.

  First she licked all around the head, her soft hums of pleasure following every swipe of her tongue across my engorged phallus. When she took me in ever so slowly my hands went to her hair. "Look at me Gabriella."

  Sensory overload. Her eyes were lust crazed as she worked her mouth and throat around me, taking my length down, down, down, until I could see its imprint against the skin of her neck. Now the fun begins. "Do not make me spill or there will be none left to fill your sweet pussy."

  ***

  "Pull off." She eased my cock from between her lips slowly, inch by inch. Her tongue licked around my tip as her eyes held mine. I rubbed her chin with my thumb as a reward for a job well done.

  "Now sweet Gabriella you may ask me for my cock." Let's see if she could overcome her innate shyness to beg for what she wants, what she so obviously needs.

  My brave girl held my eyes with hers and even as her cheeks reddened gave me the words.

  "Please master will you fuck me?"

  I bent my head to hers, taking her mouth with my tongue even as I pressed her back against the silk sheets. "Spread and open."

  She spread her legs as wide as they would go and held them open with her hands beneath her knees. I knew where her hymen was, how close to the surface, since I'd been easing it with my tongue for the past few days.

  Taking my pre cum covered cock in my hand I slid just the bulbous head inside before pulling back. "Look at us, I want you to watch me breech your pussy for the first time.”

  She raised her head and looked down between her sprawled thighs to where the blood filled head of my cock teased her entrance.

  "Brace." It was all the warning I gave before I slammed into her, tearing through her maidenhead. I caught her scream in my mouth as I pulled out halfway and prepared to fuck my sweet sub into bliss.

  “Shh, the pain will be over soon. It was best to do it this way than to prolong the agony. I promise it will never hurt like that again…unless I want it to.” I held still until I felt her pussy ease its tight clenching hold around me and her body relaxed.

  “That wasn’t so bad now was it?” I licked the escaping tears from her eyes even as I started moving inside her. There was no wild pounding into her, not this first time.

  Chapter 1

  GABRIELLA

  Have you ever met someone who was the epitome of rude, obnoxious, snooty and just plain mean altogether? Well I had the misfortune of meeting just such a person.

  Having never been faced with such a force before in my young life, it was a bit of a shock to the system. And yet, it was the best thing to ever happen to me, well sort of.

  I turned eighteen this year and decided I wanted to move to New York. My grades hadn’t been good enough to get a scholarship and I knew my parents couldn’t afford to send me to college.

  So my bright idea was to go to the big city from our little hick town in Nebraska, find a job and maybe take some acting classes at night. I’d been in a few plays at school and everyone said I was a natural.

  I guess I am like all those other small town girls, who have stars in their eyes when they’re young and buy into the dream.

  I know one thing; instead of
being down in the dumps with the thought of having no prospects, I now had new hope and excitement. I could always stay home and work the farm, but I wanted out, I wanted more.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those girls with her head buried in the sand; I’m pretty well aware that dreams don’t always come true, and the truth is, being a movie star isn’t my big dream, it’s just sort of the vehicle I guess you can say, to get me out of the life I’ve led so far.

  I wanted to do something with myself, something more than what the last three or four generations of my family had done anyway.

  So, if by some miracle I was to become a star, I wouldn’t sniff my nose at it, but I wasn’t kidding myself that it was going to be that easy.

  At least in New York though, I would be in a much better position than I am staying at home where nothing ever happens and the most exciting thing to happen is a new Ice Cream flavor down at the Dairy Barn.

  After I’d talked myself into believing that this was the best choice, I finally brought it up to my parents, hoping that whichever way the wind blew, I would still have a head on my shoulders at the end of the conversation.

  I decided to go to momma first, she was always the easier to get around than daddy and I was hoping that she wouldn’t just dash my dreams without hearing me out first.

  Mom said she had this friend from her school days that had moved to New York years ago, and that she’d dig up Marion’s number, and ask for her advice.

  I was very excited to say the least; first that they were even contemplating letting me go. I thought for sure there would be a big row, but no, momma said she’d talk to dad about it and see that I got my chance like they never did, because they had me straight out of high school and dad got stuck on the family farm.

  ***

  Two weeks later I was headed to New York with my meager belongings and a head full of dreams. Not only had Marion Chester, momma’s old school friend have great advice, she had a great job for me as her personal assistant.

  Apparently the last one had left in a hurry, family emergency I think momma had said. Anyway this nice lady was willing to put me up for a few months until I got on my feet.