Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love (3 page)

The moment the word entered her mind, joy filled her.
They'd had conversations about the lifestyle, about collarings. A
collaring was a serious commitment in the D/s community. Babygirl
smiled, remembering a conversation they'd had when they were still
just friends.

“
I could
imagine collaring someone, but I'm not so sure about marriage.”
He'd told her about how bad the divorce had been for him and his
boys, so she could understand the sentiment, but her reaction had
been immediate.

“
Oh hell
no! Not me! If someone is committed enough to me to collar me,
they'll marry me, too. I won't do one without the other!” She'd
always thought she'd rocked him back on his heels with the ferocity
of her reply.

The idea of being married and possibly being collared
by Sir sent electricity through her entire body. Babygirl's pussy
clenched and her stomach fluttered uncontrollably. Her whole body
was warm. Oh yes, she would marry him if it was something they both
wanted. She loved him enough to want him in her life forever. She
needed him in her life – like she needed air.

But...

The doubt still lingered. She'd been in love before,
the one before Sir. She'd waited for him to declare his love first,
assuming the words proved it was real. And he'd still walked away,
with no real explanation, cutting her completely out of his life,
leaving her heart broken and confused. How did she know that
wouldn't happen again?

Babygirl felt the tears well up again. There it was,
the real thing holding her back and making her crazy – fear. She
was terrified of experiencing heartbreak again. The last time had
left her shattered and broken for far too long. She didn't think
she could survive it a second time, especially not now, not if her
Sir left her. They'd been together for months. Their lives were
meshed, as much as possible. She'd be a shell of a woman if he left
her; she knew it with every fiber of her being.

But what if he doesn't leave?
The tiniest bit of hope crept in. What if what
they have is real? What if they could make it work? She wasn't
afraid of working hard in a relationship. She'd done it in her
marriage – even though the work had been one-sided. Sir was worth
working hard for, and she believed he would work just as hard for
her. They'd both learned hard lessons from their failed
marriages.

Exhaling a shaky breath, Babygirl realized she had a
choice to make. “I can run and stay scared...or I can close my eyes
and leap, take a chance, and enjoy the moments as they happen. I
can't predict the future.”

It won't be easy, but maybe it will be worth it.

She heard a door slam shut. Peeking
through the shades in the living room, she saw the bright
headlights of the tow truck. He was here. Steeling herself, she
opened the front door to welcome him.
Poor
baby, he looks so tired.
Wet, stained from
something – she was afraid to ask what - and clearly exhausted.
Grabbing his bag, he shook the driver's hand while thanking him.
Sir smiled at her as he confidently strode up the driveway to the
front door, to her.

“
Honey,
I'm home!” His Ricky Ricardo voice never failed to make her
giggle.

“
I see that. Are you going to spank me like
I'm Lucy?” Their mutual love of all things
I Love Lucy
made for interesting
conversations.

“
Mmmm, do
you deserve one?” Babygirl's body responded to the growl in his
voice.

“
Only you
can decide that, Sir. But in all honesty, I probably need one.” She
sighed. “My head is a little screwed up right now. There's too much
noise in there.”

Sir frowned. “That's my fault. I'm sorry, Babygirl. I
shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. Let's get inside so we
can talk.”

She hated that Sir blamed himself for her tailspin.
His feelings were valid and real, and now that she had come to
terms with her feelings, she felt guilty for causing him any
distress.

“
Wait.”
Babygirl put a hand on his chest to stop him with more firmness
than she meant. “Um, I mean, please, Sir.” She ducked her head,
blushing.

“
What is
it, girl?” He tilted her chin to look into her eyes. Her blush
deepened. “Tell me.”

Without a word, Babygirl wrapped her arms around
Sir's neck, molding her body to his. She saw the surprise in his
eyes just before he regained control. Rubbing her cheek against
his, she purred into his ear. She heard the barest rush of air
leave his body, the only outward sign of her affect on him.
Pressing her pelvis into his, she looked into his eyes and smiled
as she moved her hips slowly. He waited, looking into her eyes. She
ran her tongue along his jawline and down to his neck. Her hands
trailed down his chest and stomach. She kissed his earlobe as her
hands moved further. Her teeth nipped at the tender flesh as her
hands cupped his crotch, feeling him growing harder by the
second.

Before she could decide her next move, she felt Sir's
hand wrapped in her hair. He pulled her head back and snarled
before covering her mouth with his. His tongue filled her mouth,
tasting her tongue, the inside of her lips. His teeth trapped her
lower lip and bit down, harder than his usual kiss. She whimpered
in pain and pleasure. His snarls became fiercer. Pulling her close,
he crushed her body to his, gripping her tightly, bending her
backwards. Gasping for breath, she broke their kiss and looked into
his eyes, a deeper blue than she'd ever seen before.

“
What did
you want to tell me, Babygirl?” His guttural tone sent a jolt of
electricity through to her core.

“
Just...I...” Her voice trailed off. Her tongue felt thick in
her mouth, a mouth so dry she didn't think she'd be able to utter
the three words that could change their lives so profoundly. His
grip around her tightened, almost as if he was afraid he might have
to let her go and was refusing. Babygirl felt something in her give
way.

“
I love
you, Sir.”

He pulled her close, crushing her to his chest. He
growled again, breathing heavily into her hair. His hands moved
across her body as if he was desperate to touch every inch of her
skin. Babygirl pulled away just enough to bury her face in his
neck. His skin was rough against hers. Her tongue darted out to
taste him. She licked along his jaw and down to his Adam's apple,
increasing the pressure with each swipe of her tongue. Sir moaned
softly. She smiled.

Nipping at his neck with small, teasing bites,
Babygirl felt moisture pool between her thighs. Each groan and
growl from him increased her desire. She wanted him more than she'd
ever wanted anyone. She wanted him inside of her, pounding between
her thighs. She wanted his mouth and teeth on her breasts, her
stomach, in between her legs. Grasping him even tighter against
her, frantic growls of her own began to fill the room.

Sir's hand moved through her hair. He yanked hard,
holding her motionless beneath him. One hand skimmed across the top
of her thigh, under her skirt. He gripped her ass hard. She
whimpered into his neck. The noise spurred him on. Reaching behind
her, he stroked her silky lips.

“
Soaked
like a good little slut, I see.” Babygirl responded with gasps of
pleasure. “Remember who does this to you, girl.”

Bending her forward, Sir pulled her dress up over her
hips. She moaned, for once grateful she'd forgone panties for the
evening. His touch was aggressive, almost fierce, along her
sensitive parts. She could hear the squelching as he pushed his
fingers in and out of her body. Her body was being invaded, and she
loved it. The vulnerability of being bent over and exposed to him
sent her over the edge. The moment his hand skimmed across her
clit, she screamed in pleasure and began to beg.

“
Please,
oh God, please, please, please, Sir!” He kept up the feathery
touches across the sensitive bud of flesh, torturing
her.

“
Please
what, Babygirl?” She detected satisfaction in his voice and reveled
in it.

“
Oh God,
please, please, please, mmmmmm, please, Sir, may I come?” She would
do anything for release, and he knew it.

“
This soon, Babygirl? I've barely had time to
get in the door, and here you are begging like a pretty little
slut.” She squealed as he brought her closer to the edge.
“
My
pretty little
slut. My sweet Babygirl.”

Her knees began to give way. She couldn't take the
torturous pleasure one more moment. Crying and whining, she could
feel her body threatening to betray her. Her nails dug into Sir's
arm. The tighter she clamped down, the tighter he pulled her hair.
As she began to fall, he pulled her back up by her hair, still
alternating between stroking her clit and violently fingering
her.

“
Yes, Sir,
yes, I'm yours. I'm...huh...huh...I'm your pretty sluuuuuuuuuuut!”
The last word came out as a high-pitched squeal as she struggled to
prevent the orgasm that was barreling towards her like a freight
train.

“
Come for
me, pretty little slut. Come for your Sir.”

The whispered words sent her over the edge. Every
muscle tightened as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. She
screamed as she felt her clit open as she squirted, fluid running
down her leg to the floor below. Her body took over and spasmed
over and over again. Her stomach lurched and her body shuddered,
even as she made a vain attempt to pull away from Sir's hand, the
lightest touch sending her body into passionate convulsions.

Gasping for breath, she felt the wave subside.
Trembling, she tried to stand up. Sir released her hair and wrapped
her in his arms. The smell of her sex surrounded them both.

“
Breathe,
Babygirl. Just breathe.” He pressed his lips into her hair. “I've
got you. You're such a good girl. And I love you so
much.”

Babygirl leaned into his embrace and closed her eyes,
happiness washing over her. “Thank you, Sir. I love you, too.”

Pulling back a bit, she curled her nose. Sir raised
one eyebrow at her. She giggled. “Sir, I think we both could use a
shower before we do anything else tonight.”

He looked down at his soiled clothes and at the
drying streaks of ejaculate running down her leg. He threw his head
back and laughed.

“
Yes,
Babygirl, I think you might be right.” He grabbed her hand, leading
her towards the bedroom. “Let's go get cleaned up and then get
dirty again.”

Babygirl giggled and willingly
followed his lead.
God, I love
him.

Sir Fixes
Everything

“
I hate
you!” Footsteps stomped up the stairs, followed by the creak of
bedsprings and the plaintive wail of abject misery, the kind of
misery only felt by four-year olds in the midst of a
tantrum.

“
Well,
that's unfortunate. I still love you.” Katie knew Olivia's behavior
was just a phase, but it was one phase she could live
without.

Rubbing the back of her neck, Katie
sighed heavily, her own feelings of misery surfacing now that she
was alone in a living room that could only be described as
“wrecked.” Sir was due to arrive any minute and her home looked as
if a hurricane had hit.
Yeah, Hurricane
Olivia, category four
.

Was she foolish for thinking she could spend the
summer telecommuting for work? Had she been too optimistic about
the supposed freedom a new schedule would mean for them both? Was
this worth the money she was saving on daycare? Would she be able
to establish a routine at all? Was she just crazy?

Thoughts swirled through her mind,
punctuated with self-recriminations for her own foolishness. She
looked around the living room, ready to concede defeat in face of
My Little Ponies, Barbies, and pink Legos.
Why did I let my mother buy Legos?

Turning towards the kitchen, Katie felt like anything
but her Sir's Babygirl. She needed to be Babygirl in a way she
couldn't fully describe, needed to be vulnerable, safe, protected,
and fully dominated by her Sir. Katie sighed to herself. First,
though, she needed to start dinner since she'd promised him a
home-cooked meal.

She looked at the kitchen in dismay. In the battle
with Olivia, she'd forgotten the mountain of dishes, the clogged
sink, and the roast that should have gone into the oven an hour
ago.

“
God damn
it!” Katie buried her face in her hands, determined not to cry or
scream. She could still hear Olivia's sobbing, softer
now.

The door bell rang.
Sir!
Katie felt a mixture
of relief and stress.

“
I'm so
glad you're here. But I'm so sorry too. The place is a mess.
Olivia's had one tantrum after the other this after – no nap, which
is all my fault – and I don't even have dinner started. I know you
expected some-.”

Sir placed one finger over Katie's lips, silencing
her. “Can I get in the front door, please, Babygirl?”

Katie nodded. At the sound of Sir's voice, she felt a
sense of peace fill her. One wish had been granted at least. She
was his Babygirl from the first word. He smiled as a look of calm
washed over her face. Sir replaced his finger with his mouth,
kissing her softly.