My Little Farm Girl
I covered her hand with mine, “you’ll be perfect Kitten stop worrying.” She took a deep breath and chatted away about any and everything and with a jolt I remembered how young she was. Damn, I’m a cradle robber.
She talked about her best friend back home and how she couldn’t wait to give her the news. There wasn’t an ounce of malice or bragging in her voice, just a young girl who expected her friend to be happy for her. Thank heavens I’d been the one to find her. I think I’d keep saying that little prayer everyday for the rest of my days.
“Why don’t you call her later after we’ve finish here?”
“Really, but I don’t have a phone.”
“Use mine or the house line love.” She seemed a little hesitant at the offer. “What is it what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just; isn’t it a bit expensive for me to call home?”
“I don’t think so unless she lives on another planet.” I joked not quite sure why she would think that it would be.
“But aunt Marion said…”
“What did she say?”
She fiddled with the tail end of her sleeve and bit into her lip.
Down boy, it’s not an invitation, not with this one.
On any other woman that look, the affectation, would scream flirt; the fact that she did it so effortlessly, so naturally, only piqued my interest farther. As if it needed it. “Well?”
“She said I couldn’t call home because it cost too much.”
Bitch. What a cold unconscionable bitch.
“She lied baby, but that’s okay, she’s not here now and you can do anything you like. If there’s anything you need all you need do is ask. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and attacked that lip again.
“Good, have you had enough or would you like some more?” I had to get her out of there quick before my visions of spreading her out and feasting on her sweet pussy on the breakfast table became a reality.
“I’m good thanks may I look around the apartment or do we have to leave soon?”
“Feel free, we have a few hours yet.” The smile I gave her kept the predatory gleam in my eyes well hidden. Soon!
Chapter 9
I didn’t follow her out of the kitchen on her little exploration; instead I sat back and enjoyed my coffee waiting for the result. Would she question, even mention it or let it go?
It was her first real test of sorts, I wanted her curious of course, but I waited to see how she handled that curiosity. I knew which way I wanted it to go, and my body reacted to the idea that it had started.
My pulse beat with anticipation of what laid ahead. I had her training already mapped out in my head. Though she was well on her way already, that submissive streak was a mile wide.
But I didn’t want a puppet in my bed. I wanted a willing participant to the things I wanted to do to her. Depraved as some of them might be.
Her training would be more along the lines of teaching her the things I liked in and out of bed. Though ready to please as she was, when it came to fucking I have very specific needs.
Not only that, for the life I envisioned for us to work, she had to be trained in all things, not just sexually. I can’t wait to get started.
All in all I’d have to say that things were moving faster than I’d ever imagined them to. I thought for sure it would be at least another couple of weeks before I could bring her into my lair, but here it was just a little more than a week later, and she was already here.
Did that mean that I should speed up the rest of it? Nah, like a lion in the wild, now that I had brought down my prey so to speak, I could take my time and play with it; savor, enjoy.
She came back into the room and took her seat across from me. I could see the question in her eyes, but just as I’d expected and hoped, she said nothing. She cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the washer while I finished my coffee.
“Let’s go love.” She didn’t question, just took my proffered hand and followed me out of the room. I took her down to my workout room, and walking over to the built in closet, retrieved the workout clothes I’d stored there for her.
They were just some of the many other things that I had taken the liberty of ordering for her the day after we first met.
There was still a lot to come, but I’d made a good head start. It helps that I’d always had a good idea of what I wanted; all that was needed, all that had been missing was the right mate, so I could choose the size and coloring.
She studied the clothes in her hands, and noticing that the tags were still on, her shoulders relaxed. I guess that was evidence that no other woman had worn them before. I left her to change in the little changing room while I went to the bathroom to do the same.