Anything He wants

STROKE FOR STROKE

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Sir?” Babygirl couldn’t keep the nervousness from her voice. She clutched the phone to her ear, terrified he would change his mind and tell her to stay home.

Babygirl had worried all week long that she would interfere if she came to visit while Sir’s brother, Ethan, was in town. She was used to hiding the dominance and submission part of their relationship from her family, but Babygirl couldn’t imagine how Sir would handle things. Sir had never been the type to hide anything. Ever since his sister, Monica, had moved out, Sir’s home was one of the few safe places to be exactly who they were and as kinky as they wanted.

“Babygirl, stop. Now.” His voice allowed no room for argument. “I want you with me. I want you to meet Ethan. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”

Kicking herself for her weakness, Babygirl felt tears prick her eyes. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. A lump formed in her throat. Do not cry. Not now!

“Babygirl?” The gentleness in his voice sent her over the edge. Gulping sobs escaped before she could stop them. She sobbed into the phone.

“Why are you crying, baby? Please talk to me.”

The tenderness and concern she heard were too much for her to bear. The floodgates opened until there were no more tears left. She hiccupped and gulped as her cries subsided. She could feel him sitting on the other end, waiting. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Her voice sounded small even to her ears. The words began tumbling out.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if I screw up and embarrass you? What if I forget myself and act out? What if…?” Babygirl’s voice trailed away as tears overtook her again.

“Girl.” Sir’s voice was firm again. “Nothing I’ve told you in the past week has helped your fears. Is it because you don’t trust and believe in me?”

Babygirl gasped. Tears threatened to spill over again. The idea that he would ever think she didn’t trust him was unbearable.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“No? Well, then you’re going to have to accept what I’ve told you countless times before. I can’t wait to show you off to my family. We will figure out the rest as we go along.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. “Got it, girl?”

“Got it, Sir.” She felt her grip on the phone relax slightly. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as Sir had taught her. All this weeping wasn’t like her. She usually faced her fears head-on. She had to admit to herself that she still held onto leftover fears from her previous relationship. She wondered if she would ever get over it.

Their conversation continued. Babygirl let Sir know that Olivia was doing well at her grandparents’ house and wasn’t begging to come home yet. Sir let her know that the boys, Justin and Jason, had arrived safe and sound at their mother’s home and that they were both more than ready to come home. Babygirl relaxed as the conversation moved to more mundane topics.

Regardless of how much she fretted, Babygirl was honored that Sir wanted her to meet his little brother. In previous relationships, Babygirl had felt like a dirty little secret. She never met family members or friends. Sir had proven different from the very beginning.

Sir knew Babygirl was nervous about meeting Ethan. They spent several nights leading up to her visit discussing the weekend and what lay ahead. Sir wanted Babygirl to feel comfortable being herself. He was proud of her and couldn’t wait to introduce her to his family and friends. He knew rushing her could prove a mistake, but he would not let this opportunity slip by. Every time he thought of her, he was filled with pride. She was his girl, his pride and joy. A beautiful, intelligent woman like her deserved to be shown off as often as possible.

Before his visit, Ethan talked to his brother to get the scoop on what to expect. He knew Babygirl and Sir were dating and that she would be staying while he was in town. His brother had referred to her as his “Babygirl” so often, Ethan thought of her as Babygirl, too. Ethan had no idea that their relationship was one of power and control, dominance and submission. As open as Sir was with his family, some things were private. Sir wouldn’t hide anything from Ethan, but he didn’t advertise his kinks, either. Ethan didn’t know that his big brother was known as “Sir.”

After driving to his brother’s house, Ethan sat in his car, listening to the last chords of his favorite song. As he looked up at the house, he saw movement in the living room window. He watched in horrified fascination as his big brother grabbed a woman (That must be Babygirl, Katie, whatever) by her hair, forcing her to her knees.

Ethan gulped. A thin layer of sweat covered his body. What was his brother doing? He watched in amazement as Babygirl looked up at the man towering over her and opened her mouth. Ethan couldn’t imagine what was going to happen next, but he never found out. He jumped as his elbow accidentally hit the steering wheel, honking the horn.

Disappointed, Ethan saw the woman hurriedly rise to her feet and walk out of his line of sight. His big brother looked out the window and smiled at him. Ethan couldn’t help thinking that his brother looked, well, feral, like a wild animal. There was something about his eyes and his smile that Ethan couldn’t quite put a name to.

Scrambling to get out of the car, he grabbed his duffel bag and made his way up the steps to the front door. Before he could knock or ring the bell, the door swung open.

“Hey there, baby brother! Get your ass in here!”

“Hi, Johnathan! I think I’m a little early.” Ethan couldn’t get the sight of Babygirl out of his mind.

“Not at all! Right on time.” Johnathan smiled at Ethan, happy to see him. “Babygirl! Come on out and meet Ethan.”

Somewhere at the back of the house, a door opened. Both men turned towards the noise. Ethan’s eyes widened. She was gorgeous. Not supermodel gorgeous, but more real. He took his time appraising her – dark eyes, thick brown hair, full lips, fuller breasts, and wide hips. Ethan appreciated a woman with curves and had never liked the waif look. She was a ripe peach just begging to have a bite taken out of her.

“Dude, you done?” His brother’s voice held amusement and annoyance. Babygirl blushed a deep crimson. “Yes, she’s gorgeous, but staring is rude. Cut that shit out.”

Ethan stammered and apologized to them both. What the hell was wrong with him? I must just be tired. Begging off for the night, he told them both he needed some sleep.

His brother showed him to the guest room and wished him good night.

Walking down the hall, Sir smiled to himself and shook his head. “Tomorrow is a new day, and I will not embarrass myself again,” Ethan murmured to himself. Lying in bed, he drifted off with the image of Babygirl on her knees.

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