"Babygirl, what are you doing?"
"Talking to Mr. Teddy, Sir."
She'd had a rough day. So used to being alone, she automatically reached for her favorite teddy bear for comfort. Burying her face in the soft fur, she let the day's worries pour out of her.
"If you've had a rough day, you should talk to me, babygirl. That's what I'm here for."
He knew she had been alone for a while before she met him, alone with her thoughts. Her natural instinct was to go deep into her head, sort things out, and then surface again. But she wasn't alone anymore.
"I know, Sir. Teddy keeps all my secrets, though."
"Well, Teddy and I are going to have a talk. There are no secrets from Sir!"
She giggled. Now he was just being silly. Looking down at her pink knee socks, she wondered if she should tell him what she had whispered to Teddy a moment before. Biting her lower lip, she felt unsure of herself. She knew she could tell Sir anything. She knew she could trust him. She just hated feeling silly.
His voice held a warning. Reading her like a book, he knew she wouldn't talk to him without a push. He loved the babygirl side of her, so different from the confident professional woman he knew her to be outside of their relationship. But he also knew that she would hide behind that professional persona in a heart beat. He refused to let her do that with him.
"I had a really bad day, and all I want is to be fucked and choked and spanked and bitten and hurt until I cry!"
Her words came out in a rush, afraid that if she stopped, she'd never say it all.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, disbelief on her face that she told Sir what she needed instead of simply serving him, happy for what he chose to give her. Scared that he was displeased, she buried her face in Teddy again, holding onto the worn bear.
"Did you ever think that maybe I want the same thing tonight, babygirl?"
She looked up at him, biting her lower lip again. She shook her head. The thought hadn't occurred to her because he'd been so sweet and gentle with her since she'd walked in the door, raging at the insanity of the people she'd had to deal with during the day.
"My little slut wants to be used tonight, huh? I think that can be arranged."
She heard his voice strengthen and deepen, the beginnings of a growl rumbling from him. The sound sent a shot of desire straight through her. Her eyes became glossy with desire.
"Strip for me, little slut. I want to see what's mine before I take it."
Standing on unsteady legs, she began to strip out of her pajamas. She started to take out one pigtail and stopped at the shake of his head. 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, he captured her mouth with his, kissing and licking her lips. Trapped against him, her stomach fluttered with nerves as she stared into his eyes. 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.