My Little Farm Girl Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:

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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My Little Farm Girl

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Jordan Silver

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Callan O'Rourke is doing a favor for an ex fling. Pick up her new ward at the train station and drop her off. No biggie; Callan's no one's idea of an errand boy, but he figures if he doesn't do it, the poor kid might end up stranded there all night, since his ex bed warmer was a cold hearted witch.

From the description she gave, he's expecting a homely country hayseed, imagine his surprise when the new ward turns out to be a stunning beauty who makes his body heat up with a look, and brings thoughts and desires long dormant to the forefront. In that first meeting he sees her for exactly what she is, everything he's ever wanted in his life, in his bed.
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"I see you've been listening. Good girl, now walk over here."

She stood from the wooden chair where she'd been sitting upright awaiting my arrival.

"Slowly, Gabriella."

I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt leaving my tie askew and my jacket in place. It was her task to undress me.

"Kneel." With head bowed she knelt at my feet, hands clasped behind her back, as she waited for her master to instruct her. I looked down at the soft red-gold length of hair, like a waterfall, down her supine back.

The collar around her neck and the wisps of material that barely concealed her sweet pussy, were her only adornments. I checked her posture, making sure there was nothing out of place. She would only be rewarded after she'd done exactly as I said.


There was never any doubt in my mind, after the first time I'd laid eyes on her, that we would one day be here. I'd summed her up with a glance. She had the makings of a true sub.

That quiet, unassuming way, those hungry looks; she'd given away too much to a wolf on the prowl. My cock had known it too. The slight weeping at its tip on our first encounter was evidence of that.

She had farther sealed her fate when she'd bitten into her lip, while gazing longingly up at me. I could sense the virgin blood in her. I wanted it. And so I set about attaining it.

It hadn't been that hard, if she hadn't felt the pull then too, maybe she would've stood a chance. Now it was too late, too late for both of us.


The room was set up for my pleasure, every vice at my fingertips. She's the only female to have ever breached these particular walls. All the others had been...stand-ins shall we say. But they’d been taken elsewhere.

The room, like my ideal, had been in the works for a long time now. The moment I realized what it was that I needed, that I hungered for; I'd set about getting things ready. For her!

My Gabriella, my little Kitten. She'd only been a dream then, a thought a wish. But now she was here. Real, flesh and blood, unblemished, untouched and mine. Mine to mold and to do with as I wished. The dominant in me gnashed his teeth. I had to hold myself in check. It was her first time after all.


Her lips touched my shoe top seconds before my hand came down and clutched her hair, pulling her head back none too gently.


The fear was palpable, not fear of punishment, but fear of rejection, of dismissal. She knew what displeasing me could mean. Or rather, I'd taught her the consequences. I kept a stern look on my face as I held her eyes with mine.

"What were you supposed to do Gabriella?"

She swallowed audibly, but she daren't remove her gaze from mine. That would be an offense worthy of what had become to her, the severest of punishments, the withdrawal of myself from her presence.

She longed for my nearness, something I'd trained her to do in the weeks since I'd claimed her.

"I'm waiting Gabriella."

"Master, may I?"

"Good girl." I withheld my smile, though I felt it tickle at the corners of my mouth. I always felt like smiling with her, she's so eager to please. Releasing my hold on her hair I let her get back to it.


After the removal of my shoes, she sat back on her heels. With arms out stretched, she reached up, and with slow, methodical and precise movements, released my belt from its buckle.

Her eyes strayed time and again to the tent that had formed in front of them. Her hands shook as she pulled the belt free, and laid it aside. With my pants unbuttoned, she drew the zipper down ever so slowly, being careful not to touch.

She pulled them down slowly, past the silk boxers that strained to contain my length. These too were neatly folded and placed on the ottoman at her side. Looking down at her, I could see the pulse beat frantically in her neck as she licked her lips.

"No Gabriella." This is where she always ran into trouble, where she broke away from her training and touched before it was time. I guess I should never have let her taste me so early in her training.

But how was I to know she would become so addicted to my taste on her tongue? So much so, that even the threat of my lash was not a deterrent.

She looked up at me with sad eyes and pouty lips as she whimpered softly. Reaching down I caressed her cheek lovingly. "Soon little one...soon."


She finally stood to remove my jacket, leaving my silk boxers for last. I could feel the slight tremble in her body as she went about removing the rest of my clothing, with unhurried ease.