My Little Farm Girl

I ordered for the both of us, which seemed to please her immensely and I delighted once again in the fact that she was a natural.

I fawned all over her as the evening drew on and we enjoyed a nice light conversation about some of the capers her and her siblings had gotten up to, to break up the monotony of farm life.

It was in the midst of one of these tales while we were both laughing at the picture she’d drawn with her words that Drusilla finally came over.

I’d been wondering how long it was going to take her. I knew her curiosity would overcome any sense of propriety sooner or later.

“Well good evening dear Callan, fancy seeing you here this evening.” Her words were for me, but her eyes were directed at Gabriella. My sarcastic smile hid much and revealed little.

“Hello Drusilla, always a pleasure. Kitten this is Drusilla Peters, Drusilla, Gabriella; she’s mine.”

The look of surprise that fell across the older woman’s face was priceless, but although I could see the questions in her eyes she kept them behind her teeth.

Because I’d taken Kitten’s hand at the other woman’s approach I felt the jolt of surprise that went through her as well, though I chose to ignore it for now.

We had plenty of time for her to come to terms with her new role in life. After she’d read the contract I’d had drawn up for her there would be no questions and no doubts as to what she meant to me and what I expected from her.

“Well don’t let me keep you, I just wanted to say hi; it was a pleasure to meet you Gabriella.” The smile was genuine if a little questioning.

There, the first seed of doubt planted. Kitten’s natural charm and sweetness had shone through in the sparse three minutes Drusilla had been at our table.

Now Drusilla must reconcile this sweet young girl with the vile bitch she’d no doubt heard about thanks to Marion and her shit.

My job was done and I was ready to go, I planned on to draw her out more tonight, testing her responses to some of my seedier desires. “Come Kitten I want to be alone with you.

There was so much I could do as part of her training besides taking her down somewhere and fucking the shit out of her the way I kept envisioning.

***

Back in the car again I kept it light, just holding her hand this time with no repeat of the shared kiss. She peeked at me from the corner of her eye as I felt the pulse racing in her wrist.

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.