My Little Farm Girl Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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After I came in her throat and she cleaned my cock with her tongue I took pity on her and allowed her to cum.

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For the rest of that whole first day I kept her close, loving on her, reassuring her. The only time I left her for five minutes is when I took the call from the police and again from my own team about their findings so far.

The security cameras on the building had been tampered with, there was no longer any room for doubt, this was no accident.

I thought of bundling her up and packing her off somewhere until this all passed, I was sure this was about about me, whatever this was. And I was almost certain she’d been the intended target.

I had a few enemies in the business world, none that I thought would go to these lengths, but you never know. But that night as she laid sleeping in my arms my mind went to a dark place.

Could she really have done it? I couldn’t see Marion climbing up there to cut those cables but I could certainly see her paying someone else to do her dirty work.

I’d hardly given her a second thought since I took Kitten from her apartment. Her little smear campaign had lost its teeth after the piece in the paper and I’d pretty much put her out of my mind.

But it was almost time for her to move out of the apartment and I’m sure she’d received the notice along with her severance pay.

Pulling kitten in closer I kissed her forehead lightly and made her a silent vow. ‘I’ll keep you safe no matter what.’

Chapter 23

We had fun for the next two days, days in which I showed her more of the other side of me, the side that she would be spending a lot of time with in the future. I didn’t explain the change to her, I didn’t need to, but she picked up on it right away.

Callan was gone, in his place was her master, the man who would rule and control her in all ways and in all things. It was time.

That third morning, knowing I had to leave her for the day because I’d put things off at work for too long, I let her sleep in. She’d had another long night.

I’d introduced her to the St. Andrews cross and the smother box, both of which she thoroughly enjoyed. It was a good thing I hadn’t intended on spanking as a punishment because she seemed to really enjoy it.

When she’d begged me for more with her thighs covered in pussy juice, I felt like I’d won the lottery.

Now she laid exhausted, curled into a ball with a half smile still on her face. I made a list and left it for her on my pillow before brushing her hair and leaving her to sleep.

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GABRIELLA

I’ve died and gone to heaven; that was my first thought when I rolled over the next morning after the most amazing night of my life. I never knew there could be so much pleasure or that I would some day find it.

Callan…no, last night everything had changed, I’d sensed it, felt it. He was Sir now. Oh he was the same man who had stolen my heart, but he was now…more.

And even though I would still call him by his time at times, I will never think of him as anything other than my master again.

I got a tingle in my secret place when I thought of the ‘more’. I loved every minute of our time together since he’d brought me here.

The way he takes control, I’d never given it much thought before, beyond my little fantasies, but I find I love having him take charge of me.

Something inside me seems to have blossomed; something I didn’t know was there. Under his hand and guidance I was finding my true self. I didn’t even feel like the old Gabriella anymore. I felt reborn. I am his Kitten.

I reached out my hand to feel the warmth that his body had left on his side of the bed. I knew he had to go in today, I was only a little bummed that I’d slept through his leaving, but my Master must’ve known how tired I was after the night we shared and he’d let me sleep.

My only sadness was that he hadn’t consummated our union as yet, not fully. That day he’d entered my body halfway I’d thought for sure that was it. And even with the slight pain I’d hungered for it.

Now it’s all I can think about, being under him, being taken by him. His manhood fascinates me; I want it. I want to feel it moving inside me, making me full; stretching me.

I want him to cum inside me like in some of the stories we’ve read together at night, the ones that leave me breathless and wanting more.


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