My Little Farm Girl

The time that it would’ve taken to get her out of Marion’s home had been cut way down, and now there was really no reason to wait. Other than maybe to make sure I was reading her right.

I had a war with myself over that one. One side of me wanted to give her the time she might need to adjust to a life as my sub. The Dom in me said ‘I don’t give a fuck, she’s mine and I’m taking her’. What a bastard.

I had the contract all drawn up and ready for her to sign, just as soon as I’d started on her. It’s funny, but, for as ling as I’ve known what I was, I’d never been interested in such things. Contracts and playrooms and rules.

I knew about the lifestyle, had even tampered with it a bit to a lesser degree. For me, the idea of contracts and playrooms seemed a bit too contrived. Until I met her, now I fully understand the drive, the need behind such things.

At least my idea of what they meant. I have the burning need to own her completely, in every way imaginable.

What she wears, what she eats, where she goes! A marriage contract, which I plan to get around to eventually, though binding, doesn’t say much in this day and age I’m sorry to say. People break those left and right with less thought than they give to picking out a new home.

The contract I’d drawn up would see her locked to me for the rest of her natural life. It helped that she was a natural; that she so effortlessly gave over to me, though she didn’t even seem to realize it, and what her actions meant. It was all I could do not to fall on the poor girl like a starving wolf and feast.

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The salon owner was there, waiting for us when we arrived and whisked us away to a private stall in the back, where I suppose they took care of special clientele.

She was already hands deep in my Kitten’s hair going on and on about the beauty of it. I sat in the proffered chair and watched the activities in silence after telling the woman what I wanted done to her hair. I had my own visions of what I wanted it to look like.

Every once in a while Gabriella would glance over at me to make sure I was still there, and each time I would give her a reassuring smile.

I took every opportunity between sessions to bend down to her ear to whisper questions as to her comfort and if there was anything she needed.

The salon of course offered refreshments and such, but for now, every morsel must come from my hand.

I made sure my lips touched her ear each time, or my hand rubbed her shoulder. She responded perfectly to my nearness each and every time.

It was a long tiring day, the hair styling and body waxing and all that was a complete makeover. At the end of it she was elated but tired and after forcing her to have a light dinner I took her home.

She was almost asleep on my chest in the car as I held her close, my nose stuck in her hair. I’d chosen the scent of shampoo that was to be used as well as the body creams that she was now the proud owner of. It was the scent I associated with her, honeysuckle.

“Tired?” I murmured the inane question when she stretched and lifted from my chest as we drew up to the curb.

I got a soft nod and a sleepy smile. My poor baby was tuckered out. I should probably let her sleep, but I’d been waiting all day to get her home alone.

Watching her body being buffed and shined, (and yes, I stayed close by when even the most intimate parts of her pampering were being carried out) I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

I’d been nursing a semi hard on off and on all day; not least of all because I knew she was mine now. I’d set the groundwork; all that was needed was the follow through.

We sat in the study, my favorite room in the house because of its masculine décor. I held her on my lap, and not going too far out of her comfort zone for now, played with her.

Nothing under her clothes of course, just light touches on her tummy that made her tremble, or nibbles to the corners of her mouth without kissing her.

I had to stop myself from marking her more than once and when my cock had had as much as he could stand without fucking, I took her to her bed and tucked her in.

The way she looked up at me so trusting as I kissed her brow more than made up for the cold shower I was going to have to take. “Goodnight baby, sleep well.” With one last brush of my fingers through her hair I turned and left.

Chapter 11

The next day I had to go to the office while she went off for yet more consultations. I’d spent the morning keeping her primed, little touches as we passed each other. My hand smoothing down her hair. I also kept calling her Kitten at every opportunity, getting her use to her new name.

“I’ve picked out your clothing for the day, they’re on your bed.” I imparted that news as we sat down to breakfast after our morning workout and baths.