Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love (5 page)

Sir stroked the back of her head. “You did good,
girl. So good.”

“
Mmpph.”
Babygirl didn't have the energy for speech.

“
Come
here, Babygirl.” Sir turned her over in his arms and cradled her.
Babygirl could feel herself drifting off as the warmth from his
arms seeped into her bones.

“
Thank
you, Sir.” Babygirl's voice was barely above a whisper. “I love
you.”

“
I love
you, too, Babygirl.”

Taking What He
Wants

“
Let's go
to bed, Babygirl.” Sir's voice was husky with
exhaustion.

Babygirl nodded wordlessly. Her body felt heavy from
the day spent at the amusement park. Running after Olivia and
standing in lines while sweat poured down her body drained her. She
knew Sir was in the same shape.

As they made their way upstairs, Babygirl thought
about the fresh, clean sheets on the bed and coolness of her dark
bedroom. All she wanted to do was sleep. She knew there would be no
playtime tonight. Even though she understood it, she couldn't help
but feel disappointed.

“
Fuck,”
groaned Sir in a raspy voice. “I am so glad we already showered. I
don't think I have the energy for one right now.”

Babygirl smiled. “Do you have the energy for cuddles
tonight?” She couldn't keep the hopeful tone from her voice.

“
I think I
can manage that, Babygirl.” Sir flashed his devilish grin that made
her shiver with anticipation.

She pulled back the covers, turned on the ceiling
fan, and tidied up the room a bit while Sir sat on the edge of the
bed. He looked over at her and crooked his finger.

“
Come to
bed, girl. I'm too tired to watch you keep going.”

“
Yes,
Sir.”

Climbing into bed, she sighed in bliss at the feeling
of the soft, cool sheets covering her legs. She left her torso
uncovered in case Sir wanted access to her. She hoped he'd take
advantage of the camisole she wore to bed. The shirt was loose
enough that her breasts slipped out, baring her completely, anytime
she laid down.

Babygirl snuggled close to his side.
The heat from his skin seeped into her.
This is why I keep the bedroom cool. He's a freaking
heater!
Wrapping an arm around him, she
sighed with pleasure.

Sir pulled her close. He loved the
feeling of her curves pressed into him. The smell of her skin and
hair was intoxicating. Hints of rosemary and mint clung to her
hair, while her skin smelled sweet.
What is
that pink stuff she uses for soap?
Sir's
thoughts drifted to their shower earlier. He remembered the feeling
of her skin beneath his fingertips, wet, steamy, and soapy. He
could still hear her gasps when he slipped two fingers inside her
body. He loved how she writhed against him, panting and moaning.
When he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, he swore she
would climax right then and there.
She's my
good girl and controlled herself, though.
He smiled with pride and stroked her hair. He felt his eyes
grow heavy.

Babygirl pushed her head against his hand. She loved
the feeling of his hands in her hair, whether he was rough or
gentle. Purring in the back of her throat, she draped one leg over
him and pressed herself into his hip. The movement jolted him. Sir
made a confused noise, and she knew it was a lost cause for the
night. He was nearly asleep.

A few seconds later, his light
snores confirmed what she already knew. The day's activities caught
up with him. Babygirl sighed to herself.
Wishful thinking never hurt anyone, I guess.
She stayed in his arms for a few more moments
until she was sure he was sleeping deeply before she rolled over to
a more comfortable position.

Their play in the shower had left
her wanting and squirming.
Just the way he
likes.
She'd hoped for a little playtime
before bed to finish what they'd started in the shower. Feeling
selfish for wishing he'd wake up long enough to give her a bit of
relief, she replayed their shower in her mind.

She loved taking a shower with him. Soaping each
other. Letting hands wander and fingers stroke. Her core clenched
at the memories. The way his hands pulled and stretched her
nipples, causing electrical currents to run from her breasts
straight to her clit. How he pulled her close, her back into his
chest. His hands ran down her stomach and hips. He'd teased her,
massaging her mound long before he touched her slit. She'd spread
her feet, standing as wide as the tub would allow. With a few
simple strokes, she'd been hot and ready for him. When his soapy
fingers entered her pussy, she'd thought she'd explode right then
and there. Somehow, she'd controlled herself.

When she'd begged for release, he'd denied her. That
didn't stop him from stroking her slit and fingering her until she
nearly cried. It took every ounce of self-control not to orgasm
around his hand. She knew she would have squirted if he'd let her
come. Instead, he pulled his finger out of her and pinched her
nipples until her knees almost buckled. His whispered “Good girl”
had been enough to make her want to sink to her knees right then
and there.

When the shower was done, so was
their playtime. She'd wanted to weep with the need for an orgasm
but knew better. Sir would have made sure she waited even longer if
she'd become pouty.
Well, it looks like
I'll be waiting at least another eight hours at this point.
Babygirl sighed and rolled over. Facing him, she
couldn't help but stare as she marveled at how relaxed he looked –
for the first time in a long time.

Guilt ripped through her as she remembered their
conversation earlier about how he'd lost another client and was
worried he may have to find an office job. The last thing he wanted
was to give up his business and work for “the man” again. Here she
was worried about a missed orgasm, and he'd spent the entire day
catering to her and Olivia at an amusement park while he was
stressed to the max about his business and his future.

Sighing, Babygirl closed her eyes and tried to will
away her desire for the night. She knew what he needed most was a
good night's sleep and her support. She would give him that – and
try very hard not to think about long, thick fingers plunging in
and out of her body. Her body relaxed into sleep as memories of his
tongue and his hands drifted through her mind.

*
****

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The
center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her
dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving
her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather
light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her
body quickly to the brink of climax.

She spread her legs wide, granting him complete
access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her.
Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit
seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and
pleasure.

Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her
slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as
she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than
before, bringing her to the brink before -

“
Please,
oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please,
pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as
she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming
avalanche of an orgasm.

“
Come for
me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head
back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in
a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir's
hand never stopped it's movement. Now she could hear the evidence
of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room
as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm
building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as
she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.

Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend
to wring you dry before I take what's mine.”

She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over
her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth,
terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart
at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy
clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle
contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into
the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.

“
My turn.”
She couldn't miss the satisfaction in Sir's voice.

He flipped her on her side as if
she was a ragdoll.
Not that I can move on
my own. I'm boneless.
He pulled her hips
against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top
leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth
move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips
meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer
bliss.

“
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” At this angle, he was hitting the exact
perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.

With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with
enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way
through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his
hands on her body.

“
Eeeek!”
Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned
from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly,
causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked
pussy.

He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her
faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She
could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the
sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair
without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her
down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and
pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before
they were done.

“
Touch
your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the
words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.

In her current position, it wasn't easy to get her
left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched
herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard
Sir chuckle behind her.

“
Yeah, I
like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don't
fucking stop.”

Although she was painfully tender, she continued to
stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his
cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her
hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.

“
I'm going
to fill you with my seed, girl. That's what you want, isn't it,
little slut? You like being my fucktoy...”

With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she
felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned
the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of
fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end.
Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he'd just
run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles,
loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body
for every drop of his essence.

They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they
recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their
combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack
of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and
wrapped an arm around Sir's chest.

“
Thank
you, Sir. I didn't think you had the energy for this
tonight.”

“
Tonight?
Babygirl, it's four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl
giggled at his teasing tone.

“
I think I
like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old
alarm clock.”

“
I'd like
to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other
method.”

Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and
found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I'll wake you up again in
a few hours.”

“
Mmmm, I
sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and
fell back asleep.

Dinner

“
Babygirl,
I have a surprise for you tonight. I want you over for dinner.” She
shivered at the tone in Sir's voice – deep, velvety smooth, and
filled with promise. “Check your email for instructions.

"Ohhhh, dinner? Will there be
dessert?” Her voice filled with a playful sensuousness. Sir smiled,
knowing Babygirl couldn't help herself sometimes.

“
We shall see, Babygirl. We shall see.”
Sir gave nothing away in his answer, but Babygirl shivered and
trembled in anticipation regardless. “I will see you tonight, my
sweet girl. Don't be late.”

Babygirl put her phone down and
looked at her laptop. Sure enough, a new email message waited for
her. She quivered a bit in her seat, not unlike an excited
puppy.
Or
, she
thought,
a bit like Olivia just
before dessert.