My Little Farm Girl

The lover wanted to wrap her in cotton balls and keep her safe; I was totally fucked. “I have no answers for you right now. All I will tell you is that we had a falling out of sorts and I sent her home for a while. I’m here to take her home now and nothing like this will ever happen again.” Now that I knew how she’d react to a separation, no. There’s no way in fuck I will ever let this happen again.

They had a lot of questions, but I just wanted to get her out of there and back home. In the end, telling them that I loved her and promising to have them come out soon seemed to work, and I was finally able to leave without having to break anyone’s face.

Throughout all this she barely moved, not even when her mom got her dressed. She was just listless and dazed. Trapped between sleep and wake.

Once we boarded the jet, I took her back to the bed and let her sleep while I went back to sit and look out the window at nothing.

I searched and found her journal hoping that she hadn’t forgotten or abandoned all her training. I wish I hadn’t opened the fucking thing.

Soft she was too soft for this. I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes as I read her despair. I had a hard decision to make.

Sitting there for the next three hours, I took a good look at myself. The old battle carried on but in the end there was only one decision that I cold make.

I was in love with her all the way and knew that she felt the same. Too bad it took her almost killing herself for me to see that.

Chapter 31

I got us through the airport and back home and still she didn’t wake up. She’d open her eyes for a few seconds, call my name and go back to sleep.

I was torn between wanting to shake the shit out of her and hugging her to death. In the end I just left her to sleep it off.

I walked into the playroom and looked around, for the first time hating that part of me that needed such things. But how do you turn off who you really were? How do you stop being you?

I left the room and locked it for the first time. I checked in on her from time to time to make sure she was okay. Josh called sometime during the day but I wasn’t interested in Marion’s demise just then.

He wanted to come over and see Gabriella but I out him off for another day at least.

About three hours after bringing her home and putting her to bed, I walked into our bedroom to find her awake.

“Hello sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” She stared at me like I was an enigma or some shit, then she sat up in bed letting the sheet fall.

I had undressed her before putting her to bed and her breasts were bared to my eyes. I felt revulsion at my body’s quick reaction.

Here she was sick and scared and I wanted to fuck her. Damn, I really was a bastard. “You’re real.” she looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

When she started crying, I walked over and took her in my arms. “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here now. It’s okay, you’re okay.” I kept whispering nonsense phrases to her while she hugged me tighter and tighter to her.

I tried sitting back but she wasn’t having it, she just cried harder and held on tighter.

When she tried to pull me over on top of her I didn’t know what to do. My cock was hard and hurting after going without her for so long, but I couldn’t just fuck her after all that I’d out her through.

“Please…” she kept repeating the word over and over as she fought to release my dick from the sweats I was wearing.

When I finally gave in and held still so she could take the clothes from my body, she latched onto my cock with her mouth.

The sound she made was that of someone who’d been starved and was now offered a full course meal. She sucked my cock and hefted my balls in her hand.

I played in her hair gently not quite sure what the fuck to do, was she even awake? I had no time to think about it when she fell onto her back and pulled me between her spread thighs.

I decided to let her run the show, do as she pleased. She rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit before wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling my cock into her pussy, using her heels to pull me into her cunt.

I sank into her and held still as the feel of her wet heat engulfed me. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” She went wild beneath me as she carried on with her chant.

That part of me that was still a little decent knew I should pull out and wait until after we’d talked but fuck it had been too long and I needed her. Needed that bond.

I wrapped her hair around my fists and pulled her head back. There were tears in her eyes as she pushed her cunt up to my cock.

I looked down at her as I took over and pounded into her. I wanted to hurt her, wanted to pound her pussy until she couldn’t move from my bed.