The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl (6 page)

She whirled around her small kitchen, placing
dinner on the table for everyone, getting drinks, making sure
everyone was happy. Johnathan watched her with a bemused grin on
his face, understanding why she was always so tired and never ate a
hot meal. Katie never stopped moving, making sure everyone had
everything they needed.

“Sit, Katie. Eat your dinner.” Johnathan’s
voice was quiet but firm. Katie stopped in mid-step, turned around,
and sat down at the table. “Thank you. I was getting tired just
watching you.”

Katie smiled and blushed. She could hear the
steel in Johnathan’s voice. There was no denying his Dominant
nature. She wondered what submission to him would feel like. Katie
quickly became lost in thought imagining Johnathan’s hands wrapped
in her hair, around her throat, pinning her arms.

“Ahem! Katie?” Johnathan’s voice broke
through her reverie. Katie’s face turned a deep crimson.

“Yes, S-Johnathan?” Katie caught herself
before she called him “Sir.”

Johnathan grinned. He knew exactly what she
almost said. He looked forward to discussing the topic with her
after Olivia went to bed.

Now that Olivia was settled safely in bed and
the kitchen cleaned, thanks to Johnathan’s help, Katie wondered
what could possibly happen next in this crazy day. She felt
Johnathan’s hands in her hair and closed her eyes. Purring like a
cat, Katie melted into his arms.

Johnathan smiled as he felt the tension drain
away from Katie. Winding his fingers through her hair, he gripped
the strands tight and pulled hard. Katie’s eyes flew open as she
whimpered and squirmed. Holding firm, Johnathan leaned forward and
kissed her lips softly. Katie’s mouth opened slightly, her tongue
darting out to taste his lips.

Johnathan growled as he felt Katie’s soft,
pink tongue on his skin. He opened his mouth, deepening their kiss,
wanting to consume her completely. His tongue lapped against
Katie’s. His teeth nibbled her lips, sinking in. He loved hearing
her moans of pleasure and pain. Finally, Johnathan pulled away,
releasing her mouth, his hand still holding her hair.

“Look at me, Katie-girl,” ordered Johnathan.
“Look at me, and hear my words.” When he was sure he had her
complete attention, he continued. “I care for you more than I
thought possible. I want you to be a part of my life. I want Olivia
to be a part of my life. You make me happier than I’ve been in a
long time. You are an amazing woman and mother.”

Katie’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to
look away but Johnathan stopped her with a firm pull on her
hair.

“Look at me, girl!” Johnathan’s voice took on
a feral tone. “I want you as a woman and as a submissive. I will
not deny my nature much longer. I also won’t force you to accept
something you don’t want. But I think you want this as much as I
do. If you do, tell me. We’ll go slow, but just fucking tell
me.”

Johnathan pulled Katie close again, molding
her body to his, releasing her hair and wrapping his arms around
her body. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. He loved the
smell of her hair – rosemary and mint. The smell of her skin, a
warm, earthy scent, made him rock hard. Katie slowly wound her arms
around Johnathan, pulling him close. She trembled in his arms.

“Oh, sweet girl, cry if you must. I know
you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But I know if I don’t try to create
something with you, I will regret it for the rest of my life.”
Johnathan whispered words of love into Katie’s neck. “Please,
Babygirl? Please say you’ll try.”

Katie went still as his words sank into her
consciousness. At the endearment, something finally broke apart in
Katie’s heart. The walls she’d built so high and so thick had
finally been penetrated by Johnathan. She couldn’t deny her
feelings for him or her longing to submit and truly become his
babygirl.

Leaning back, Katie swallowed hard. She knew
she was making a leap of faith but everything about what she felt
seemed so right and so real. Johnathan took off Katie’s glasses and
laid them to the side. With the pads of his thumbs, he gently wiped
away her tears. He waited for her answer.

Sniffling and gulping, Katie found her voice.
Looking directly into Johnathan’s eyes, she whispered, “I will try.
I’m scared, so scared. But you’re right. If we don’t, I will regret
this forever.”

Katie continued to tremble. He could tell she
had more to say. “What is it, Katie-girl?”

“Please, Sir…” The word felt awkward on her
tongue after so long. She cleared her throat. “Please, Sir, let me
be your Babygirl.”

She looked at him with wide, dark eyes. Her
body was stiff and tight with nerves. Johnathan beamed at Katie.
Happiness filled his entire body. His eyes gleamed bright.

“Oh, yes, Babygirl. I consider it an honor,”
said Sir, leaning down to kiss her lips once more.

"Babygirl, what are you doing?" He watched as
his sweet submissive sat curled up on the couch, clutching her worn
teddy bear.

"Talking to Mr. Teddy, Sir," she whispered,
feeling a little silly.

She'd had a rough day. So used to being
alone, Babygirl automatically reached for her favorite teddy bear
for comfort. Burying her face in the soft fur, she let the day's
worries pour out of her.

"If you've had a rough day, you should talk
to me, Babygirl. That's what I'm here for."

Sir knew she had been alone for a long time
before she they met, alone with her thoughts. Her natural instinct
was to go deep into her head, sort things out, and then surface
again. But she wasn't alone anymore.

"I know, Sir. Teddy keeps all my secrets,
though."

Babygirl still found it hard to voice her
thoughts to other people, even Sir. Give her a keyboard, and she
could release every thought in her head – well, the immediate
thoughts. Asking her to give voice to what was on her mind was much
harder. She worried that her thoughts would come out jumbled or
that she would be unclear and confusing.

"Well, Teddy and I are going to have a talk.
There are no secrets from Sir!" He spoke in mock anger at the
stuffed animal. He pretended to glare as he shook his finger at Mr.
Teddy.

She giggled. “Sir, you’re silly!”

Sir turned to look at her, stuck out his
tongue, and crossed his eyes. Babygirl giggled again. Now he really
was just trying to put her at ease. That sense of playfulness was
just one of the many things she loved about him – but she was still
nervous.

Looking down at her pink knee socks, she
wondered if she should tell him what she whispered to Teddy a
moment before. Biting her lower lip, she was unsure. She knew she
could tell Sir anything. She knew she could trust him. She just
hated the idea that she would come across as silly or needy.

"Babygirl..." The tone of his voice carried a
clear warning. Sir expected her to talk to him, and his patience
was beginning to wear thin.

Reading her like a book, he Sir knew she
wouldn't talk to him without a push. He loved the babygirl side of
her, so different from the confident professional woman he knew her
to be outside of their relationship. But he also knew that she
would hide behind that professional persona in a heartbeat. He
refused to let her do that with him. She needed to learn to talk to
him, not Mr. Teddy.

"I had a really bad day, and all I want is to
be fucked and choked and spanked and bitten and hurt until I
cry!"

Her words came out in a rush, afraid that if
she stopped, she'd never say it all. Babygirl threw her hands over
her mouth, shocked at her daring.

She looked up at Sir with wide eyes, worry
etched across her face. She could not believe she blurted her
thoughts out like that. Scared that he was displeased, Babygirl
buried her face in Teddy again, gripping the worn bear tightly. He
smiled gently down at her.

"Did you ever think that maybe I want the
same thing tonight, Babygirl?" His tone was soft but firm. He let
his desire flow into his voice.

She looked up at him, biting her lower lip
again. She shook her head. The thought hadn't occurred to her
because he'd been so sweet and gentle with her since she'd walked
in the door, raging at the insanity of the people she'd had to deal
with during the day. Babygirl assumed that Sir had no need for
rough play tonight.

"My little slut wants to be used tonight,
huh? I think that can be arranged." She heard his voice strengthen
and deepen, a rumbling snarl. The sound sent a shot of need
straight through her pelvis. Her eyes became glossy with
desire.

She could only imagine what he may have in
store for her, knowing that he always managed to surprise her.

"Strip for me, little slut. I want to see
what's mine before I take it."

"Yes, Sir,” she whispered, averting her eyes
away from his face. Her mind became void of conscious thought as
she allowed the veil of her public persona to slip away, her
submissive self settling into place. Babygirl visibly relaxed as
Sir’s words sank into her consciousness.

Standing on unsteady legs, she began to strip
out of her pajamas. She started to take out one pigtail and stopped
at the disapproving noise he made. Bending over to remove her
socks, she heard a warning growl.

"Leave them on."

She stood in front of him, naked except for
her knee socks, pigtails framing her face. His Babygirl, she looked
almost innocent, if he didn't know the greedy little slut who
lurked beneath. In one swift move, he pushed her into the wall
behind her, her hands trapped over head with one hand. He wrapped
his long fingers around her neck with the other. He applied no
pressure, but the weight of hand caused her breath to catch in her
throat.

Leaning forward, Sir captured her mouth with
his, kissing and licking her lips. Trapped against him, Babygirl’s
stomach fluttered with nerves as she stared into his eyes, ensnared
like a moth to a flame. She often forgot how dangerous he could be
when he decided to take what was his. She felt his hand squeeze
lightly against her throat, and her pussy clenched in response.

"Let's begin."

Sir’s hand left Babygirl’s throat and roamed
across her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. Warmth
flowed through her body, straight to her core. Moisture began to
pool deep within her. His fingertips grazed her nipples which
tightened into taut, pink peaks. His hand smoothed the round
underside of her breast before flattening across her stomach.

Babygirl trembled. Her stomach quivered at
the heat his hand generated on her skin. She felt her muscles jump
under his touch. As he moved below her belly button, she inhaled
sharply. Desperate for his touch, she also feared not being able to
handle the sensations.

He teased her, stroking her mound, gripping
her hip, running his fingers across her pelvis before coming back
to her center. His fingers kneaded and pressed into her flesh. Her
legs parted slightly, silently begging for his touch in her most
sensitive areas.

“Do you need something, Babygirl?” Sir purred
into her ear, his lips close to her ear. His voice seduced her as
easily as his hand.

Babygirl whimpered and whined. Her hips began
to move, pushing her pussy forward, against Sir’s hand.

“Use your words, girl.” His voice held a
warning.

Babygirl whispered, “Please Sir, please touch
my pussy.”

“Whose pussy, girl?”

Babygirl gulped audibly.

“Your pussy, Sir. Please touch your pussy.
Please?” Babygirl practically begged.

Sir smiled slightly. Such a needy little slut
– one of the many things he adored about his Babygirl. He cupped
her, letting his fingers push against her slit. She moaned quietly,
her pussy grinding into his hand. Sliding his middle finger between
her lips, he pressed his thumb into her clitoris. Babygirl squeaked
and mewled, her breathing became ragged.

“Do you need something, Babygirl?” He sounded
amused.

“Sir, oh please, oh God, mmmmm, please, Sir,
please may I cum?” Babygirl stuttered and gasped out the
request.

“No.”

Babygirl quivered as a spark of desire moved
through her body at the denial. Afraid that she would be unable to
maintain control over her orgasm, she whimpered and pleaded
wordlessly.

“Look at me, girl,” barked Sir. “Look me in
the eyes!”

Babygirl looked into Sir’s dark eyes,
shadowed with desire. His stare mesmerized her – the look in his
eyes, intense. Caught like a deer in headlights, she couldn’t look
away if she tried.

Sir’s thumb pressed into her clitoris,
sending sparks flying through her core. Her pussy made a squelching
noise as his fingers pushed in and out of her body. Babygirl felt
her control slipping away. She began to beg.

“Ohhhhhh, please Sir, please, please,
pleeeeeeeeease! God, fuck, God! Sir, please, please may I cum?” Her
words came out in a rush. She feared she would orgasm before being
granted permission.

“Yes, Babygirl. I want to look into your eyes
as you cum for me!”

At his words, she relaxed her body and felt
the walls of her pussy spasm. Warm fluid gushed over Sir’s hand and
down her thighs. Their eyes remained locked on one another.
Babygirl could see the satisfaction and desire.

Gasping for breath, Babygirl closed her eyes
and sagged against the wall.

“Breathe, Babygirl. Breathe deep for me.”
Sir’s voice soothed and calmed her.

Sir released Babygirl’s throat and hands,
pulling her into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his waist,
she pressed her face into his chest, inhaling his masculine
scent.

“Thank you, Sir.” Babygirl’s voice was barely
a whisper.

“You’re welcome, Babygirl. That was just a
warm-up. Get your ass on the bed. On your knees, head down, ass
up.”