Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love (6 page)

She thought about Olivia and
Sir together and smiled, the unread message temporarily forgotten.
Ever since that day at the park when Sir had fixed Olivia's boo-boo
with a purple bandage, the little girl doted on him. She cried when
he left and pestered her mother until he came back again. Babygirl
shook her head and smiled. So much fear before Sir met Olivia – all
of it groundless.

Babygirl pushed away the memory
of her fear. Olivia should have been the last thing on Babygirl's
mind while she spent the weekend with Babygirl's mom. Especially
when there was a very important email to read.

She opened the email and began
to squirm almost immediately.

Dearest
Babygirl,

Tonight, you will arrive at my
door wearing the black thigh-highs and black garter belt you
purchased last month. Make sure to wear those heels you know I
like. And that's it. Wear your purple coat to cover
yourself.

I intend for this to be a
special night for both of us.

All my love,

Sir

Nothing but thigh highs and
heels? What could he have planned?
Babygirl blushed. She had an idea of what he planned, but
what about dinner? She re-read the email, hoping Sir had left some
hint.

She couldn't imagine what he
could possibly plan to make the night more special than any other
night they spent together. Babygirl sighed as she thought about a
recent spanking Sir had given her. He'd used a large flogger with
suede strands and his hand. By the time he'd finished, her bottom
was cherry red and tears streamed down her face. He'd held her
while she sobbed. Not understanding where the tears came from, she
had to admit that she'd felt lighter and less stressed than she had
in a long time. Sir didn't even take her that night, only holding
her while she cried and then slept. To Babygirl, the evening was
beautiful beyond belief, although, she wasn't quite sure what Sir
received in return.

Get a grip, Babygirl. Sir won't
like it if you're late.
Shaking
herself out of her reverie, Babygirl closed her laptop and stood
up, her joints popping and cracking. Rocking her head back and
forth, she kneaded her neck. Walking down the hall to take a
shower, Babygirl hoped whatever Sir had planned would knock the
stress out of her body.

Babygirl pulled into Sir's driveway
a few minutes early. Walking from her house to the car had been a
struggle as she was convinced her neighbors would see her stockings
and heels, and know exactly what she was doing. Leaving her car and
walking to Sir's door was going to be harder. His neighbors were
everywhere.
Did that guy really need to
water his lawn? We've had rain nearly every day this week!
She glared at the stranger from behind her
steering wheel. Turning her head, she saw a woman on the other side
of Sir's yard.
Does she really need to
walk her damn dog right now? Fuck!

Babygirl sat in her car, paralyzed
with fear, terrified to leave the car for fear of flashing one of
Sir's neighbors. She looked at her phone. He expected her arrival
within the next five minutes.
Get it
together, Babygirl. If they see your naked ass- or whatever - so
what? You belong to Sir, and this is what he wants.

Shoulders straight, jaw tight, with resolve in her
eyes, Babygirl opened her door. She quickly realized that swinging
her leg out would expose more than she wanted. Shifting in her
seat, she swung both legs out at the same time, desperate not to
scandalize the neighbors.

As she walked up the front
steps, the front door swung wide. Sir smiled down at her, his eyes
roaming across her body. Babygirl shivered as if it were his hands
on her body instead of his gaze.
Dressed in a beautiful black suit complete with a purple silk
tie, Babygirl melted a little as she looked up at him.

"Come in, Babygirl. I was starting
to wonder if you'd ever get out of the car." Babygirl blushed and
realized he had watched her the entire time. Sir laughed long and
loud, his mouth wide open. “Never worry about accidentally giving
the neighbors more than they bargain for. The nosy one's deserve
what they get.”

As she walked inside, Sir's eyes continued to
appraise her, knowing what was underneath her jacket. “Your jacket,
please.” Babygirl gulped audibly and allowed Sir to help her remove
her trench coat.

"Mmmmm, you look good enough to
eat, Babygirl." His eyes roved up and down her body, taking in
every inch of her.

***
**

Sir had watched from his living room window as
Babygirl struggled with her fears in her car. He couldn't help but
smile as her emotions played across her face, as clear to him as
her brown eyes. She didn't appreciate the audience in the form of
neighbors, and while he hadn't planned their appearance, he liked
that it added to her feeling of exposure. He felt nothing but pride
when she'd screwed together her courage and exited the car.

His mouth watered as she walked to the door. As he
opened the door, he quickly adjusted his pants which had become
increasingly uncomfortable as he imagined exactly what would soon
happen. He smiled indulgently as she giggled and blushed as he
helped her remove her coat. He knew Babygirl felt exposed. He
enjoyed keeping her on edge and guessing what might be coming
next.

Leading her into the dining room, he could sense her
confusion. Candles were lit on the buffet behind the table, the
only lights in the room. No silverware or plates graced the table.
Babygirl looked at Sir, a million questions in her eyes, but she
didn't say anything. His pride in her grew. He knew she was
trusting him to guide her.

Sir looked down at her, his eyes
gleaming.
"Babygirl, when I said I wanted
to have you for dinner, it wasn't an invitation for you to dine
with me.
You
will
be my dinner tonight."

She gasped and looked down, fidgeting and squirming.
Her scent filled the room, giving away her pleasure at his words.
Sir took her hand, silently leading her to the table. Without a
word, he motioned for her to climb onto the table. Babygirl moved
hesitantly. Her hand trembled in his. He squeezed her fingers
slightly.

"Get your ass down to the edge of
the table. I will eat in a civilized manner tonight." Babygirl's
eyes widened at the firm tone in Sir's voice, a departure from the
gentle voice moments before.

She lay back on the table, scooting down until her
bottom touched the edge of the table, and her legs hung off the
side. Sir stood by her head, watching the emotions play across her
face. He knew she was excited and unsure. He also knew he needed
her to focus on the pleasure she was about to receive. Without a
word, he placed a satin blindfold over her eyes. Babygirl jumped at
the unexpected darkness.

“
You ok,
girl?” Sir's gentle voice calmed her immediately.

“
...I'm
ok, Sir. It's soft on my face.” He smiled as Babygirl's voice
cracked with what he hoped was anticipation.

Sir gently took one hand and then the other, lifting
them over her head, caressing the sensitive skin of her wrists. He
loved the softness of her skin. Twisting soft rope around her
wrists, he secured her arms to the table. She tested the rope,
pulling against the bonds. He knew she was testing the limits of
her bondage.

“
Not too
tight?” He was ready to loosen or remove them at the first hint of
tingling or numbness. As he spoke, he watched her hands to make
sure they didn't darken with pooling blood.

“
No, Sir,
I'm good.” Her voice softened, losing the nervousness from earlier.
She was beginning to fall into a submissive place within her
mind.

Quickly, Sir tied her legs to each side of the table.
She was spread open, fully exposed, and barely able to move. He
smiled as he stared down at her, admiring her body and reveling in
her total submission to him. He stood there, silent, unmoving. He
watched her twitch and pull against her bonds, wondering if he was
still in the room.

He loved watching her body react.
The cool air kissed her wetness. Her nipples tightened. Her musky
scent became stronger as her desire increased. A light sheen of
sweat covered the rest of her body.
When
would he touch her? How long would “dinner” last? What was
happening?
He could read her thoughts as
clearly as if she'd spoken.

Finally, he spoke.

"I will feast on you tonight, my
sweet Babygirl. Orgasm at will."

Sir sat down between her creamy thighs, spread wide.
He stared down at her juicy, open pussy, marveling at the beauty of
her womanhood, pink and swollen, moisture collecting in her folds.
He inhaled deeply, smiling to himself as he took in her scent. This
was for him as much as it was for her. He would worship the very
core of her femaleness tonight, and he would not stop until he was
sated, and she was drained.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue lightly across
her labia. Babygirl twitched as a small squeak escaped her lips.
Another flick of the tongue. And then another. His tongue landed
randomly, causing her to twitch and gasp, never knowing where he
would taste her next.

Sir ran his tongue across the pink, swollen folds of
her beautiful pussy. He traced each curve and line, memorizing her
folds. He chuckled darkly as Babygirl began to moan louder and pull
against her bonds. He felt the blood rush to his cock as he thought
about her helpless and at the mercy of the pleasure he would give
her.

Sir growled in the back of his
throat as he pressed his mouth hard against Babygirl's clitoris,
sucking and nibbling as she began to scream and writhe.
Let the feast begin.

How would you like a bonus story? A little bit of
kinky fun to end the book? Enjoy!

With each tug, Babygirl felt the rope tighten across
her body. She sighed in pleasure. Not stopping his work, Sir looked
up at her with an inquisitive look.

“
It feels
like I'm being hugged.” He smiled in understanding and bent down to
the task at hand.

Still new to rope bondage, Babygirl didn't always
understand what Sir was doing. Looping this way, pulling that way,
the rope work was a mystery. She realized she could have asked what
he planned to do but not knowing was part of the excitement.

Babygirl
looked at herself in the mirror, noting the contrast between
her pale skin and the dark blue of the rope. She pretended not to
see the bulging flesh between the knots.
He
believes me to be beautiful so I am.

“
Where's your mind,
Babygirl
?” Sir's fingers never stopped
their knot-making, and he never looked up from his work, but his
attention had been fully on her the entire time.

Her mouth opened and shut for a few seconds. She
didn't know how to answer his question without facing his possible
displeasure with the answer.

“
Babygirl.” His voice held a clear warning. There was no
getting out of this.

She took a deep breath before answering. Exhaling,
the words came out in a rush. “I was thinking that the rope doesn't
look as good on me as it does on models or the girls at the club,
and I decided it didn't matter if I don't think I'm beautiful
because you do, and you're Sir.”

“
All that, huh?” Sir sounded like he was
smiling, although Babygirl couldn't see his face. “Well, you got
one thing right, I know you're beautiful, and you better get used
to it – because I
am
Sir.”

Bowing her head, Babygirl blushed. They'd been
together for nearly a year but she still wasn't convinced that he
was right about her beauty.

She felt a tug on the rope against her labia and
hissed. He looped the rope so that it slipped right into her body.
Coupled with the growing pressure from the tightening bonds,
Babygirl was fast becoming ready for more.

Satisfied with the quality of the knots and her
reaction, he turned Babygirl so that she stared at her reflection
in the mirror while he continued. Tilting her head to the side, she
watched Sir work. He pulled out another length of blue rope and
began wrapping it around her waist, building mysterious loops. Her
curiosity grew as she watched.

“
Um, Sir?
What's the plan for the next bit of rope?”

He chuckled and murmured, “You'll see soon enough,
Babygirl.” She knew better than to press him.

Shifting her weight from foot to
foot, she tried to keep her mind blank.
A
good submissive waiting on the pleasure of her Sir, that's me. Yep,
accepting whatever he decides.
Flexing her
fingers and wiggling her toes, Babygirl swayed back and
forth.

SMACK! She squeaked as his hand connected with her
flank.

“
Stop squirming, Babygirl,
now
.”

She nodded and stopped fidgeting. The soles of her
feet throbbed a bit. Her nose itched. She fought between the urge
to fidget and the need to obey Sir. She sighed and received a
warning look. Gulping, Babygirl stared into the mirror, willing
herself to be still.