The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl by Kayla Lords

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