My Little Farm Girl

By Jordan Silver

Callan O'Rourke is doing a favor for an ex fling. Pick up her new ward at the train station and drop her off. No biggie; Callan's no one's idea of an errand boy, but he figures if he doesn't do it, the poor kid might end up stranded there all night, since his ex bed warmer was a cold hearted witch.
From the description she gave, he's expecting a homely country hayseed, imagine his surprise when the new ward turns out to be a stunning beauty who makes his body heat up with a look, and brings thoughts and desires long dormant to the forefront. In that first meeting he sees her for exactly what she is, everything he's ever wanted in his life, in his bed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Silver
• Release date: Jan 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311501745

Jordan Silver

Just a girl who loves to write

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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 just 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.

Everything was just falling into place and I was never so excited in my life, as when I boarded the Amtrak train that warm September evening.

Ms. Chester had offered to send a plane ticket, but momma had declined, arguing that the other lady had done more than enough, which indeed she had.

I was just happy to be starting my new journey in life; I didn’t much care how I got there. The train ride was going to take days because they had to break it up. Momma and daddy couldn’t afford one of those sleep in cars, but they had a bathroom that you could use to wash up, which I made great use of.

I was very excited to be on my own for the first time in my life. The only time I’d ever been outside my little town is through the TV screen, and I couldn’t wait to get started on my little adventure.

I had dreams of making it big and going back home in style, interspersed with bouts of raw terror where I just wanted to turn right around and head back to the sanctity and safety of the only home I’d ever known.

But as the days wore on, as I watched the dry cornfields fly by out the train window, that beat of hope started up again, and I said goodbye to my youth. I was fleeing the shackles of home and looking forward to my bright new future.

I didn’t meet anyone on the train, as I had been warned by my daddy over and over again not to engage anyone in conversation. So I kept my head buried in a book the whole time, until the train pulled into Penn Station.

I don’t think I’d ever seen so much movement and so many people in one place at the same time. The sights and sounds bombarded my senses at once and I looked around in amazement, probably looking like the hayseed I always thought myself to be.

Aunt Marion, as I had been told to call my benefactor, was supposed to pick me up near the waiting area, and since neither of us really knew what the other looked like, she would be holding a card with my name.

We didn’t have web cam and what not on the old computer daddy kept in his office at the farm, or it would’ve been an easy matter to Skype or any of the other things the other kids were always raving about.

But mom said the last picture aunt Marion had seen of me was as a baby, apparently that was about the last time the two women had really had any contact with each other.

Mom had settled into her life as a farm wife, while her good friend had gone on to a big time university and later, the editing chief of a major magazine. Just being in the same room with her was going to enrich my life, so I was way beyond excited.

Chapter 2

I was hot, thirsty and tired as I trudged up the stairs at the train station, my small body pressed between the other travellers that had alighted from the train.

I felt the excitement start to beat in my chest, as I took in the sights. If the train station was this fascinating, I couldn’t wait to see what the city had to offer.

I was determined to make it here no matter what it took, make my family proud of me. That was my goal.

I fought back the nausea and fear and let a little bit of the excitement through, as I watched women dressed in their fancy designer jeans carrying bags that probably cost more than I’d ever make in my life milling about on the platform.

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but maybe not too far off the mark. It was a task keeping my mouth from hanging open, and this was just the train station. I can’t imagine what the world outside looked like.

I’d been waiting ten minutes and starting to get a little nervous when there was no sign of aunt Marion. I was starting to attract attention as well and that more than anything else fed my anxiety.

You see I’m sure I stuck out like a sore thumb around here. People wouldn’t need the three ratty bags at my feet to peg me as an outsider; I looked like what I am, at least in my own mind I did anyway.

I had bright blue eyes, my best feature if you asked me, wild reddish blonde hair that curled and spiraled all over my head and down the middle of my back.

My skin was spotless because mama always made her own creams on the farm from all natural products, and they kept our skin and hair healthy. Better I think, than a lot of the store bought stuff my friends paid loads of money for.

My body was okay I guess, I didn’t have much boobs to speak of, they weren’t tiny nubs but they weren’t full like some of the other girls had been either.

My legs were too long, and I hardly had any hips to speak of. Of course it could be my height that was drawing all the eyes. At five ten, I’m considered tall for a girl, as if I don’t have enough to feel self conscious about, what with my crazy hair and my outdated second hand clothes.

With my head down I was able to avoid most of the stares which seemed to come mostly from men, but after a while I had to pick it up, how else was I going to see aunt Marion?

I glanced up at the digital clock over the schedule prompter and felt my palms begin to sweat. What if there had been a mix-up and I wasn’t expected until later, or even tomorrow?

It would be just like me to have botched things up like that. I pulled the ticket stub from my pocket to recheck it and make sure.

After I’d started well on the road to panic, I finally saw someone holding up a cardboard with my name on it.

Odd; aunt Marion must’ve asked someone to pick me up, because the person holding my name was most definitely male and not just any male. I stood like a statue and I’m sure my mouth was hanging open as well, as I took in his male beauty.

He was simply gorgeous; dark hair that curled around his ears and piercing green eyes that even from this distance looked captivating.

I’d read that word in one of my books long ago, now I knew what it truly meant as it took a lot of effort for me to drag my eyes away from his.

I made my way over to him a bit hesitantly at first; maybe there was some mistake.

Are you waiting for me?

He pulled the sign down in front of him and looked me over. There wasn’t a speck of interest in his eyes, and no wonder. I must look a sight after days on a train with a few bathroom wash-ups as my only grooming. Are you Gabriella?

Yes sir. I looked down at the ground feeling more inadequate than I’ve ever felt before in my life. His voice was like a dream; I bet he had some kind of training to sound like that.

I’m Cal, Marion asked me to pick you up, something came up last minute and she couldn’t make it.

Oh, sorry to be such a bother. I’m sure he had better things to be doing with his time than running to the train station to pick up a little nobody like me.

It’s no trouble; is that all you’ve got? he pointed his chin down at the threadbare bags at my feet.

Yes sir. My face heated up and I felt very gauche in front of this obviously sophisticated man who had to be the most beautiful human being on the planet.

The name’s Cal sweetheart. He grabbed my bags and turned to walk off and it took me a few seconds to get my tail moving.

***

CALLAN

This was going to be trouble; I could see it plain as day, poor kid. Marion was expecting a little hayseed hick as she’d been bitching and moaning to me about for the last couple of weeks. If you feel that way then why did you agree to have the girl come here? I’d finally broken down and asked, not that I really gave a fuck.

"Well it’s my good deed for the year, plus it looks good if people know that I reach back and help others in need.

You know they’re doing that story about me in the times and giving me that award; and what better way to drum up some good publicity than to let the world see how charitable I am. Besides I need this after the lies that hag told about me when I had to fire her."

Which hag would that be?

Don’t be cute Callan. Anyway this little plum fell into my lap just at the right time. How could I say no? I’ll have her here until she realizes that every little hayseed from the sticks doesn’t have a Hollywood rags to riches story and then she’ll be on her way.

You really are a piece of work. That’s why I’d called it quits with her a month or so ago. She might be nice to look at, but once you get to know her she’s…well she’s a stone cold bitch.

I maybe could’ve overlooked her shallow, overbearing and pushy ways, if it wasn’t for the fact that she tried to dominate me in and out of bed. That was never gonna happen, so why prolong the agony?

I’d told her that it wasn’t going to work out between us, and though she’d taken the news rather well, I’d seen the look of fury that had flashed through her eyes a split second before she covered it.

I wouldn’t want to be one of her subordinates, I’d heard the stories and was more than convinced that they were true, but she’d always known better, even at her worst, not to fuck with me.

Well we can be friends still can’t we? that was her comeback as we sat in the restaurant where I’d taken her that last night to break things off. I didn’t want a scene and wasn’t interested in recriminations.

Her last stunt had been the last straw for me. I’d told her I wasn’t interested in something and she’d tried to make an end run around me then tried to play it off. I don’t have time for games and if you can’t trust the woman you’re fucking, well then, you ought not be fucking her.

I’d done things as amicably as I could, since there was still a working relationship of sorts, and I didn’t need the headache; but no amount of pleading on her part had been able to sway me.

Once my mind’s made up, it’s pretty much a done deal, and not even the formidable Marion Chester could get me to move from my stance.

She’d called me up last minute after a couple weeks of no contact to go pick the kid up, and I knew it was one of her power plays. She was trying to see if she could still get me to dance to the beat of her drum.

The only reason I’d done it was because I had this vision of some poor orphan Annie standing in Penn Station, lost and alone, while that human succubus left her there all night.

I wouldn’t put it past her to do something like that and the thought of it, even though I didn’t know