Page 8 of Keeping His Babygirl

“I don’t know what to tell you,” I say honestly. “I’m not used to people asking me to tell them everything.”

“Okay, how about this, what brought you to The Playground?”

“I told you. I was here to meet someone.”

He shakes his head as if he disagrees with me. “This isn’t a place you just randomly meet up with someone. You have to be a member to even get in the door.”

“You want to know why I became a member?” I ask.

“That’s a good start,” he says, running his warm hand down my back and back up again.

Lord, that feels good. I’d tell him just about anything if he promised not to stop stroking me.

“I joined the club because I want to find someone to potentially play with.”

“Are you new to the scene?” he asks.

Danger, danger!This is getting close to answering questions I absolutely don’t want to answer.

“No. I’ve been in a daddy/babygirl relationship before, but it’s been a while.” There that’s a nice diplomatic response that doesn’t pry into my past with William.

“And you’re looking for another relationship?” he coaxes.

“No,” I answer quickly. “I’m just looking for something casual.”

“I see. Tell me about the man from the internet.”

I shrug. “There’s not much to tell. We’ve been chatting for a few weeks. He’s asked me a few dozen times to meet up, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet him. I finally decided he seemed nice enough, so we set up to meet tonight. And you know the rest…”

“Did you come here hoping to scene?”

My cheeks heat in a fiery blush at that question. Do I admit that I had been hoping to? Will he be jealous that I was planning on playing with another man, or will he offer to do a scene with me? And why do both of those options sound so appealing?

“Yes… I think I’m ready for a scene,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Axel cups my cheek and turns my face to his. My eyes fall closed, and I nuzzle against his palm. “Look at me, doll.” I open my eyes and am met with his fiery dark gaze. “Do you want to scene with me?”

Heat runs through my veins at the idea of having his hands on my body. Dominating me… owning me… My panties dampen, and my nipples furl into tight peaks. My body is all in. It’s ready to jump up and down and throw itself at him. My brain still says things like “too much too fast” and “he’s not someone to be casual with.” You know, the stuff that makes perfect sense to the situation.

"Don’t overthink it. Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to scene with you.”

Lust fills his eyes, and that wolfish smile is back. He looks like he just won the biggest prize there ever was. And then his lips are on mine, fierce and possessive. My gasp of surprise is eaten up by his kiss. He swipes his tongue along my lower lip, and I part for him to swoop in.

There is nothing hesitant about his kiss.

He kisses me like he’s kissed me a million times in the past. With ownership and possession. I kiss him back with just as much lustful intention. He buries his hands in my hair, tugging at the strands as he tilts my head just how he wants me. I can’t control the moan of desire at his dominant hold.

God, it’s been so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed the loss of control until this moment. I lean into the submissive role letting him control every aspect of the kiss. Our tongues tangle and dance together. Each slick slide has a pulse of desire straight to my pussy. For the first time in I don’t know how long, my panties are wet, and my body is lit up with need.

The kiss drags on for minutes… hours… days… I lose track of all time as the world narrows down to Axel and me. I grip his shoulders for balance when I feel as if I might topple right off the face of the earth. My lungs are screaming with the need for oxygen, but I don’t want to stop kissing him. I never want to stop.

Axel’s lips leave mine, and I whimper, chasing them with my own in an attempt to continue our kiss. With a sexy chuckle, he moves his lips down my jaw and to my neck. Did I think I didn’t want to stop kissing for any reason? Because the feel of his lips on my skin is pretty damn fantastic too.

I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to tease and torment me. He doesn’t disappoint. His lips leave a fiery trail everywhere they touch. He lightly nips my neck pulling a moan from deep inside me. With a final swipe of his tongue to soothe the slight sting of his teeth, he pulls away.

“You taste as good as you smell, doll.” His voice is a low, seductive purr that sends another shiver of desire through me. “I’m tempted to keep you here forever.”

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