My Little Farm Girl

“I’m going to cum baby.” I gritted my teeth and pulled out of her throat onto her tongue as my balls tightened up and my cock swelled seconds before I was spewing into her mouth.

Just like before she suckled my cock until I was drained. My last thought before pulling out of her mouth was that I was going to have a hard time teaching her control.

I’d heard of things like this before but had never seen it. She is what was vulgarly called a ‘cum slut’.

How the fuck she made it this far with her cherry intact was a mystery but one I was eternally grateful for.

“Did I do it okay?”

“Fuck baby, if you did it any better, I’d be done for.”

I cleaned us both up a second time and wrapped her in one of the new silk robes I’d bought her before heading for the kitchen.

I was starved and I imagined she was too. We’d been at it for almost five hours by the clock.

I noticed she was a little more clingy than usual and I knew she didn’t understand half of what was going on with her right now.

I’d awakened her passions obviously and tapped into something neither of us expected.

“Come ‘ere Kitten.” She rubbed her face in my chest as I held her close while perusing the fridge for something to make.

It felt so good holding her close finally, and though it had been less then three weeks, it felt like a lifetime since we’d met.

We settled on salad and sandwiches for dinner and then we cleaned up the kitchen and headed up to bed.

When she turned to her bedroom with a sad face, I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me. “You sleep with me from now on.”

I had her run in and grab the contract before taking her to my bed. That night, we went through the first few rules on the list until I was sure she understood. She took to it pretty much as I expected, a born submissive.

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Chapter 17

In the morning, she was a lot more relaxed after a night spent with me wrapped around her.

I didn’t touch her sexually in anyway, not even during our exercise routine when I teased her with my body.

By the time she’d headed off to the shower, she was panting and rubbing her thighs together.

“Come here Kitten, this is the first exercise for you. Remember we talked about this last night.”

I held up the little butt-plug and patted the bed next to me when she came out of the shower.

I had her lay flat on her tummy and lift her ass just a little while I added the lube.

“Remember this stays in all day, I’m the only one allowed to remove it.” I eased it in stopping when she winced or showed any signs of discomfort, until it passed, and then continued.

When it was all the way in, I stood her up in front of me and had her step into the lacy underwear I’d chosen for her to wear that day.

“It might feel uncomfortable for a bit baby but you’ll get used to it as time goes on, now give me your mouth.” She bent over so I could take her mouth and even then I didn’t touch her with anything else but my mouth.

The first thing I did when I got to the office that morning was check the gossip column and just as I expected Kitten and I were the topic of discussion.

‘Who is this young beauty who seems to have captured the interest of one of the city’s most eligible bachelors?

Not much is known of the redheaded amazon, except for the whispers that she’s the new face of said bachelor’s clothing company.”

She went on to mention Kitten’s attributes and what she observed to be a very pleasant evening, shared by two new lovers, who seemed to only have eyes for each other.

Good, that ought to put paid to any nasty rumors Marion might’ve started. Now instead of scorn, those in our circle would be dying to meet the woman who had captured the elusive bachelor. I couldn’t have written it better myself.

I got lost in work as I had a lot to do before we left for L.A. in a week according to Paulette’s plans, and I wanted to take her away somewhere when the whole thing was over before she had to go to Europe in another month or so.

She called me at exactly twelve-thirty but I was walking into the shoot as my phone rang.

“Hello Kitten. What are you doing?” I watched her as she crossed the room with the phone to her ear and a bottled water in her hand.

Today, she was dressed in an evening gown, her neck and arms dripping in what appeared to be diamonds.

The dress was an emerald green number with thin straps that left her shoulders bare and fell to the floor in gentle folds, hugging her body seductively.

“We’re on a break.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Me? Uh, a dress why?” She laughed nervously.

“I want you to go into the bathroom and do exactly as I say.” She looked around but I’d hidden behind a wall by then expecting just such a reaction.