BABY GIRL II For the Ones We Love

by Scott Hildreth

  What a little wise-ass.

  “Get up here in front of this window and undress me, Kelli,” I said as I stepped to the side of the desk.

  She held her hand in the air.

  I pulled her up to the desk. As soon as she stepped to the desk, she grabbed my belt buckle and undid it.

  “I’m glad you’re barefoot, I hate those boots.”

  “Holster’s in the kitchen,” I said, pointing to the kitchen.

  “Good,” she said as she dropped my pants to the desk.

  “Feet please,” she said as she knelt down to pick up my pants.

  Adorable.

  She stood up, tossed the pants toward the kitchen, and smiled.

  “Shirt time, Sir. Arms,” she said, pointing to my arms.

  I raised my arms straight up into the air.

  She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it toward the kitchen. It made half the trip.

  She looked down at my feet, and then up my body slowly.

  “Turn around,” she said.

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “Speak English?” she laughed.

  For entertainment value alone, I rotated slowly.

  “Okay, we’re good to go,” she said as she began to pinch her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.

  She no more than got started, and Citizen Cope’s Sideways began to play on the iPod.

  “I love this song,” I said, pointing to the iPod.

  “So do I,” she smiled.

  “Dance with me baby girl,” I said, holding my hand out.

  As she grabbed ahold of my fingertips, she looked into my eyes.

  “Naked in front of the window, we’re going to slow dance?” she asked as I pulled her close.

  “You bet, and you better enjoy it, because as soon as this songs over, I’m going to beat your little pussy to a pulp,” I said firmly.

  She looked up again and smiled.

  And naked, in front of the window, as rush hour traffic began to flow, we slow danced as Sideways played.

  KELLI. “Oh God, please, I’m begging you. Don’t change what you’re doing. Please.”

  We’d been going at it on my bed for at least an hour. I was exhausted, and about to explode in a terrific orgasm. I have never experimented with beads, and Erik had put anal beads inside me earlier, and they were still in. As anxious as I was to have them pulled out, I wanted this orgasm bad.

  His cock slid in slowly, and as he slid out, the wooden paddle hit my ass again - hard.

  Whack!

  “Ohmyfuckinggod. Jesus.”

  “What did I tell you, if you complain?” he asked.

  Oh shit. Me and my fucking mouth.

  Whack!

  My ass, for the last forty-five minutes, felt like it was on fire. I had been hit hard with the paddle no less than twenty times. Maybe thirty. As first it was exciting, but now it just hurt. The after pain or the sting after was a turn on, but at the instant it hits my butt, I hate it.

  His cock slowly and methodically slid in and out.

  “Who?” he screamed.

  “You, sir.”

  “Say it like you mean it,” he screamed.

  “You sir, you own me!” I screamed back.

  As soon as I started to relax, he gripped my hair with his left hand. He pulled a little harder, and I arched my neck to relieve the pain.

  As his cock slowly pressed into me, I closed my eyes and tried to find my place.

  “Who is in charge of your mouthy little ass?” he screamed, his hips pressed hard against my ass.

  “You sir!” I screamed back, “Erik Ead.”

  “That’s right, you little slut. My slut. Do you understand me?” he screamed as he pressed his balls against my clit and ground himself against my soaking swollen pussy.

  “Yes, oh God, yes sir!” I screamed back.

  “My slut,” he screamed.

  “Yes. Yes, sir, your slut. Your dirty little slut,” I screamed.

  He leaned forward, and pressed his massive chest into my back. His breath in my right ear startled me.

  “You mouthy little slut. I want you to tell me. What the fuck can you do to escape me?” he breathed into my ear.

  “Nothing. You own me. I’m yours. I can’t escape you.” I whined.

  “That’s right. Who’s tight little pussy am I fucking right now?” he asked.

  “Yours, it’s your pussy,” I responded.

  I felt him shift.

  Whack!

  “Sir,” say it, he screamed.

  Oh my fucking God, I can’t win.

  “Sir. It’s your pussy sir!” I screamed.

  I felt his hands on my hips. His fingers dug into my cavity beneath my hip bone. Instantly, he flipped me to my back. I looked up, startled. He was between my legs on his knees. He grabbed his cock in his hand and inched closer to me.

  God he makes me want to just die fucking him.

  Now, on my back, I inched my way onto my elbows, and admired his chest and abs. I could cum just watching him take his shirt off. Just kill me. Now. Just kill me.

  On his knees he pressed the head of his cock past my lips and stopped. He leaned back and growled, while looking at the ceiling. Like a big pissed-off lion, he growled. As soon as his lungs were exhausted of their available air, he looked down into my eyes.

  “Lesson time,” he screamed as he slapped himself on each side of his ass with his hands.

  “Sir?”

  “Lesson time. It’s fucking lesson time,” he laughed as he slid his hands inside of my calves.

  He curved his arms, and picked up my legs, and inched his way, slowly, deeper inside of me. As his upper arms reached my inner leg, behind my knees, he raised my legs to his shoulders. With my ass in the air, he began to fuck me.

  Like I was his property.

  Like he owned me.

  He rolled his shoulders forward, pressing my knees into my shoulders.

  “Oh my fuck, Erik. I’m going to…”

  “Cum.”

  “Oh God, yes. Yes. Oh God…”

  “I…just…Oh…”

  “God. Yes…Yes…Yes…”

  I closed my eyes and rolled them back into my head, until it began to spin. I felt like I was on a roller coaster. A cock coaster. I was riding the cock coaster. Oh my God. I just. Jesus. Peaks and valleys.

  Peak. Holy fuuuuccck.

  “I’m…I’m…Cum…”

  “Cumming…cum. God yes, fuck me,” I begged.

  “You own me, you big muscular tattooed prick. Shove me full. Fuck me like you own me. Please. Use me Erik, I’m your little slut. Fill me with cum.” I screamed as I opened my eyes and looked through my knees at him.

  His jaw was clenched, and his stomach muscles flexed as he forced himself in and out of my wet pussy like it was his job to fuck me ragged.

  He began fucking me like he was getting paid to do it.

  That was all I needed, a glimpse of Erik Ead.

  And. I. Came. Hard.

  “Oh my fucking God….oh…my…God.”

  I exhaled slowly and relaxed. I felt funny. I felt like I had to pee. Oh no. Something’s happening….

  This orgasm is weird. Weird but…Oh…my…FUCKING…..GOD..

  And. I. Began….slowly…to….squirt.

  The orgasm felt as if it started in my skull and was drawn through my spine.

  “Holy…Jesus, Erik…I…..I …”

  And he twisted. I opened my eyes.

  What the…

  Heaven. I just felt heaven.

  Again.

  Breathe, Kelli. In. In. Out. Hee hee who…

  Another.

  He was pulling the beads slowly out of my ass. Each time one passed, I felt as if I was going to die from the orgasm. He continued to forcefully fuck me and pop one out every few seconds. I closed my eyes and tried tensing up.

  Pop.

  Pop.

  Oh. My. Goddamn. Fuck. Yes. Please God. Yes. Oh….my…

  He pounded my puss
y.

  And pounded my pussy.

  Pop.

  And I relaxed and rolled my eyes.

  Pop. Pop.

  I can’t take this anymore, it’s happening again. I’m going to explode.

  He pulled his cock out, out and pulled the strand slowly, but at a predictable pace.

  Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

  And. I. Exploded.

  As I opened my eyes, I watched in amazement as I concurrently squirted cum all over the bed and Erik jacked his massive cock into a huge spurting orgasm all over my stomach and tits.

  Oh my fucking God, I just squirted. I. Just. Squirted!

  I screamed a bunch of nothingness and jibberish.

  And I squirted a little more.

  And then I screamed a little sense.

  “Holy fucking Jesus God fucking fuck. Don’t. Don’t even think about touching me,” I screamed.

  “Stay away from me and let me have this, please,” I growled.

  On his knees, he smiled, still holding his cock. A drop of cum hung from the tip.

  “Who?” he asked.

  Out of breath, my mind on another planet, I attempted to respond.

  “Seriously?” I stuttered. I absolutely butchered the word.

  “Who?” he demanded.

  “You sir. Need you…even…ask?” I leaned up onto my elbows.

  I had no idea where I was, but I wasn’t in my bedroom. I wasn’t anywhere familiar. I was elsewhere. Doubting that I would ever recover fully from whatever just happened, I opened my sewer of a mouth.

  “If you ever, ever, ever stop fucking me. Ever. I will hunt you down. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. You think Slick got it bad? Stop fucking me. Just stop. And see what happens.” I said in as angry of a voice as I could.

  His mouth agape, and his cock still in his hand, he looked as if he didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or start choking me.

  God I love being in trouble with this man.

  KELLI. “Right here?” I pointed at the floor in front of the bathroom.

  I still couldn’t believe I was actually in his house. He had said that he didn’t even let any of the members of the club in this house. I felt special in many, many ways.

  “Yes, right there, every morning while I brushed them,” he said, looking at the floor.

  He seemed like he was in a trance. I’m sure this wasn’t easy for him.

  “It was funny. She stood there while I brushed my teeth, until I went to college. Like a ritual. When I was young, she’d say, ‘Erik, make sure to brush those teeth and say the alphabet while you do, twice. No one will trust a man that doesn’t smile, and no one will want to see those teeth if they’re not white. And if you smile and don’t show your teeth, it isn’t a smile.’ As I got older, she just stood there and watched,” he pointed to the bathroom vanity.

  “That toothbrush holder?” he said.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “I’ve had that since I was as young as I can recall. The glaze is worn off of the porcelain,” he said.

  I nodded and smiled.

  “Come here, follow me, I’ll show you my room,” he said as he turned toward the hallway.

  I followed him into his bedroom. The room was neat and orderly and didn’t have any clutter in it whatsoever. About what I would have expected from him. The room in no way had any indication of his childhood, which didn’t surprise me, but it was pleasing that he had let his childhood go.

  He opened his closet and pointed to the floor. Shoes littered the floor of the closet.

  “Just like yours,” he laughed as he shut the closet.

  “I think everyone does it,” I chuckled.

  Heather had said he had ‘a little shitty house in Bel Aire’, which was not necessarily true. It wasn’t really little, and it was nowhere near shitty. It was a nice home in a nice neighborhood. The neighborhood was older, but considering that he grew up here, it couldn’t be a new neighborhood.

  We walked back into the kitchen and he turned around, facing me.

  “You want something to eat? I’m kind of hungry,” he said.

  “Sure, what are the options?” I asked.

  “Well for breakfast type stuff, there’s yogurt and there’s cereal,” he responded.

  “Type?” I asked.

  “Greek various fruits, and Special K with strawberries,” he responded.

  “I’ll take both, that orgasm last night wore me out,” I laughed.

  “That mouth of yours is going to keep you in trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

  “I like being in trouble with you,” I giggled.

  “Sit,” he said, pointing to the table.

  As he sat down at the table, I realized that this was the first time we had eaten anything together in a home of any kind. It was a nice change. Yogurt and cereal never tasted better. As we ate, he looked around the house, smiling. It appeared that he was taking inventory.

  “You remember that house by the airport,” he asked, shaking his spoon at me.

  I shook my head.

  “Seriously, you don’t remember the house I broke into?” he laughed.

  “Oh, that house. Yes sir. I remember that house, I’ll never forget it,” I said, remembering the kitchen, and the sex we had in it.

  “Did you like it?” he asked.

  I nodded my head repeatedly as I took a bite of cereal.

  “I rode by there the other day, it’s still for sale,” he said.

  “Think the key’s still in the same place?” I asked, excited about fucking in the kitchen again.

  “Well, I don’t know. I was meaning. Well, I was thinking when I rode by that. Well, I was wondering maybe if you would want to live there?” he asked.

  “In the big house? The one we fucked in by the little airport?” I asked.

  I immediately thought it was a joke, a trick, or that he was going to see about leasing it for me, because my lease was up in the loft I lived in.

  “Yes, that house. I was thinking I’d buy it, and we could live there,” he said over a spoonful of cereal.

  “The big house?” I asked.

  “Yes, Kelli. Still the same place,” he responded.

  I thought of what may have happened. What may have changed. If this was even really happening.

  “You living there too?” I asked.

  “Kelli, listen. Carefully. You’re seriously having problems with English these past few weeks. I was thinking about buying the house by the airport, the one we broke into. I was thinking that if you wanted to, you could live there with me. We could be together in that house, living together. That is, if you want to,” he said as he placed his hands on the table.

  “How would we pay for it? It’s huge,” I said.

  “We wouldn’t be paying for it. I’d buy it. I have a little money set back,” he responded.

  I nodded repeatedly.

  “So you’d want to?” he asked.

  I squeaked.

  I am so fucking retarded sometimes.

  I held my hand over my mouth, “Sorry, I got excited.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  I nodded repeatedly.

  “Okay, good. Let’s get these in the dishwasher. We can go look at it, and I have some people I want you to meet,” he said.

  “At the house?” I asked.

  “No, somewhere else. It’s a surprise. I want you to meet them,” he said.

  “Surprise people?” I laughed.

  “Yes,” he said as he carried the dishes into the kitchen.

  He rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. As he walked back into the dining area, He opened his arms and gave me a hug. I buried my face into his shirt and inhaled as he held me.

  If we got that house together, I would just die. I would make him so happy if he had me with him every day that he would never give up on me. He would never, ever, ever feel like I wasn’t the person he would want to be with every day of his life. I would make him so proud of me that one day he wo
uld truly love me. He would. One day Erik Ead would love me.

  “Okay, now this is truly a surprise, so I am going to have to blindfold you, just until we get there,” he said as he pushed on my shoulders, and moved me away from his chest.

  I looked up and nodded.

  “I’ve got some bandanas in the bedroom. I think if I tie a few together, we can make this work.”

  As he tied them around my head, my eye lids pinched together. It was as black as the closet. He pulled them ever tighter, and tied the knot.

  “There, can you see?”

  I laughed.

  “Well?”

  “No, nothing,” I laughed.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Look down and look up,” he said.

  “I can’t it’s too tight,” I said.

  “Perfect. Stand right here, I’ll pull the car into the drive, and I’ll come right back in and get you. Don’t fuck with that,” he said as he slapped me on the butt.

  I had no idea that was coming.

  This is fun, like an adventure.

  I heard the garage door open. And a car door shut. The front door opened.

  “Ok, grab my arm,” he said.

  I felt his arm touch mine. I followed him. I trust him. We walked a long distance.

  “OK, stop. I’m just going to carry you to the car,” he said.

  He picked me up and carried me.

  “Okay, I’m going to put you down,” he said as he put me on the ground.

  I heard the car door open.

  “Okay, I’m going to stick you in here, so I’m going to pick you up again,” he laughed.

  “Okay.”

  “Don’t be wiggling around, okay?” he asked.

  He picked me up and stuck me into the car seat. It’s really weird. When you can’t see, everything is different. I could smell the inside of the car so much better. It smelled different. It smelled brand new. I rubbed the seat. It felt fuzzy. This wasn’t Erik’s car. Erik’s car has leather interior. This is a different car.

  I moved my arms around and felt the inside. This is a truck. We’re in a truck. A new truck. It’s part of the surprise. Erik bought a truck. Oh God.

  Erik in a truck.

  Weird.

  He opened the door and got in.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yep,” I half screamed.

  “Okay,” he screamed as he buckled my seatbelt for me.