Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love (7 page)

“
There,
all done, Babygirl.” He sat back on his haunches, hands on his
thighs, and looked up at her. She saw the glint in Sir's eyes and
knew he wasn't done by a long shot.

Standing up, Sir pulled her into his arms, giving her
a small squeeze. Letting go with a small pat to her backside, he
walked to the end of the bed and rummaged in the toy chest. She
couldn't help but wonder what her mother would think if she knew
the hope chest she gave Babygirl as a teenager had been repurposed
into a kinky toy chest filled with all kinds of implements for
pleasure and torture.

Turning around, Babygirl gasped
when she saw what Sir chose.
The wand, the
fucking wand.
Her eyes widened as she
realized what the “extra bit of rope” was for. He'd made a harness.
She felt the moisture pool between her thighs as sweat beaded on
her forehead. She wanted the orgasmic power of the wand, a
high-powered vibrator that was sold to the unsuspecting as a
“personal massager,” but she was scared of it.

“
Get on the bed, Babygirl. On your back.”
Slowly, she walked to the bed. His hand gripped her arm to help her
climb on the bed without disturbing his ropework. Settling into the
bed, she stared at the ceiling, feeling like a sacrificial
lamb.
Maybe I am, maybe I'm his
sacrifice
.

“
Shit,
Babygirl, I forgot something. Lift that ass up.” She felt him slide
a thick, soft towel under her body.

“
Thank
you, Sir, but I have no doubt I'll be washing sheets when you're
through.” He laughed. They both knew the towel was no match for the
wand and her wet orgasms.

“
Give me
your wrist, Babygirl.” With quick efficiency, Sir began to tie her
wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. He'd shown her the
knot a few days before. Easy to tie, comfortable, and, in a pinch,
easy to release. Faster than she anticipated, Babygirl was splayed
on the bed, spreadeagled, open and exposed.

As he strapped the wand into the harness, she
remembered the rope hidden inside her body. Babygirl swallowed back
the urge to question Sir's plan. He'd never neglected to explain
what would happen before. She had no reason to believe this time
would be any different. He tugged on the wand, testing the bonds.
Then, he pulled on the harness around her body.

“
You're
probably wondering why I'd place a rope against your clit and use a
wand harness, right, Babygirl?” She nodded. “I want you to feel as
many sensations as possible. And I admit, I'm curious. I don't know
if that rope will make your orgasm hit harder and faster or if it
will slow things down. We'll both know soon enough.”

“
Yes,
Sir.” Babygirl couldn't think of anything else to say. She was
curious and a little fearful.

Sir turned on the wand to it's lowest setting and sat
down on the chest at the end of the bed. Babygirl soon forgot all
about him as the vibrations pulsated through her core. Her muscles
tensed with apprehension. She forced herself to relax in order to
let the pleasure wash over her. She willed the muscles in her torso
and legs to loosen up. She closed her eyes and focused on the
growing throb between her thighs. Grateful for a smooth rope, she
could feel the warmth caused by the friction between the wand, the
rope, and her body. Spikes of pleasure shot through her legs,
causing her toes to curl. Her body writhed against the bed, her
hands gripping the sheets.

The need to orgasm slammed into Babygirl. “Oh God! Oh
God! Oh, fuck, Sir, please, oh, God, please, Sir,
pleeeeeeeeeeeease, Sir.”

“
Please
what, Babygirl?” His growled whisper sent her over the
edge.

“
Oh,
fucking, God, please Sir, please can I come? Please can I come?
Please can I come?” The words became a litany she repeated over and
over again. Nothing in the world mattered but his approval.
Babygirl pulled against her bonds, digging her heels into the bed,
desperate to control the oncoming climax.

“
Wait,
Babygirl.” The wand shifted slightly, now off-target but still
vibrating like crazy. She realized he was moving the rope out of
the way. Just as the wand was placed back into position, She heard,
“Come for me, Babygirl.”

Babygirl screamed as the full-force of the wand's
vibrations hit her clitoris. Her body spasmed as the orgasm ripped
through her body. Babygirl's body opened, blossoming like a flower,
fluids gushing from her body, soaking the towel beneath her and
spraying her thighs. Before she could take a single breathe, the
next orgasm slammed into her.

She cried and screeched, grunting and groaning as
wave after wave hit her. With the next wave, she felt hot liquid
trickle down the cleft of her bottom. Babygirl climaxed with none
of the usual tell-tale gush, her muscles clenching. She desperately
tried to ride each wave but orgasmed too often to catch her breath.
Over and over again, time lost all meaning. She felt moisture on
her back – sweat, ejaculate, or both, she didn't know. She shrieked
and writhed like a woman possessed.

Finally, Sir leaned over and turned off the wand.
Babygirl shuddered as orgasmic aftershocks wracked her body. She
whimpered with each one, her clitoris opening and closing, her body
spasming. She shook and gasped, plummeting to the earth again
almost as quickly as she flew above it with the wand strapped to
her body.

“
Take a
deep breath, Babygirl.” She gulped in air like a starving woman,
inhaling and exhaling until he was satisfied. “You did so good for
me, Babygirl. You are so beautiful like this. My wild, wanton woman
who lets me play.”

“
Thank
you, Sir.” She turned her head to look at him as another aftershock
took her by surprise. Babygirl's body arched and folded in on
itself with no warning. “Mmmm, thank you for everything. I like
playtime.”

“
Let's get
you out of all this. I want to check your wrists and ankles.” She
looked at him, confused. “Babygirl, you were pulling against the
ropes hard enough that I thought you might hurt
yourself.”

As he unwound the rope from her wrists, she looked
down, surprised to see indentations in her skin, the pattern a
match for the rope. Sir rubbed her wrists to help the circulation.
As he removed the rope from her ankles, she stared in wonder.
Babygirl remembered pulling against the ropes a bit, but not enough
to make the types of marks on her skin.

“
Wow.” He
chuckled as she blushed. “I went a little wild, I
guess.”

“
You did,
and it was breathtaking to watch. Now you need water and rest, my
beautiful woman.”

Babygirl smiled up at Sir and made a mental note to
wash the sheets, towel, and rope. She sighed in pleasure as he sank
into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling
her close.

“
Sir? Can we play with the wand again
soon,
please
?”
Babygirl heard his deep laugh as she drifted off to
sleep.

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