Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love by Kayla Lords Page A

slowing down. Dirty, oily water splashed over him, soaking
his clothes and causing him to reel backwards, losing his balance.
He landed in the dirt, the spare tire rolling down the embankment
away from him.
    “ For fuck's sake!” Running down the slope
after the runaway tire, Sir felt like a fool. A damn fool , he thought to himself. A
few minute delay for a flat tire was one thing, but now he was
filthy, grimy, and, as he inhaled deeply, stinking of road grime.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
    Sir muscled the tire up the embankment, grunting and
cursing all the way. Setting the spare against his car, he thought
about the picture he must have made for passersby. He felt a
growing amusement bubble deep in his belly and throat. Throwing his
head back, Sir howled with laughter. Knowing he probably looked
like a loon laughing on the side of the road only made him laugh
that much harder.
    Wiping the tears from his eyes, Sir got to work
changing the flat. As he jacked up the car, he realized that plans
had to change. There was no way he was going to the cafe looking
like this, and he wasn't going in khaki shorts and a tee-shirt,
either. It was too bad; that place would have been the perfect
setting for his plans.
    He unscrewed the lug nuts, using his frustration as
fuel to move the stubborn metal. New plans had to be made, but
what? A late night dinner at some place more casual, along the
beach maybe? Babygirl would understand that he needed a shower, of
that he was sure. Yes! Followed by a moonlit stroll along the
beach, it would be a perfect setting for the first “I love
you.”
    Smiling to himself, Sir hummed as he finished
changing the tire. He made a mental checklist as he gathered up the
tools and the flat tire. He'd take a shower when he got to her
place. They'd take her car to dinner – and he would drive, of
course. Tomorrow, they'd deal with the tire before he got on the
road to head home. “So it wasn't my original plan, but I do love it
when a plan comes together.”
    Back in the car and on the road, he called her and
told her the change of plans. He felt his groin tighten at the
relief in her voice as they spoke. His knuckles went white as he
gripped the steering wheel and pictured her waiting for him. The
taste of her skin and the smell of her hair lingered like a phantom
in the car with him.
    “ I'm
comin' for you tonight, girl.” His voice sounded gravelly to his
ears. “This is going to be one night you won't forget.”
    Babygirl sighed with pleasure. “Sir, we don't have to
go anywhere. I'd be happy just spending the evening here at home
with you.”
    “ I know
you would, but I have something special planned
tonight.”
    “ Yes,
Sir.” God, he loved the tone in her voice when she acquiesced to
him. Verbal submission when physical submission was not an option.
He felt his pants tighten again.
    “ What the
- ?” Sir slammed on his brakes as he realized all the traffic ahead
of him was standing still. “Damn it! The flat tire put me just
enough behind that I'm in rush hour traffic, Babygirl.”
    “ Oh, you
poor thing! It'll be slow going now.”
    He quickly realized how right she was. “Let me let
you go. I want my full attention on this traffic so I can make it
to you safe and sound, sweet girl.” He allowed his voice to soften,
the pent-up emotions pouring forth. He desperately wanted to tell
her that he loved her.
    “ Of
course! If you can, let me know when you're close, okay,
Sir?”
    “ Yes, Babygirl.” He heard her giggle as they
disconnected the call, his words echoing her earlier ones. Silly girl .
    Flipping through radio stations, Sir picked up a
local traffic report.
    “ I-10 is
gridlocked. Not just with rush hour traffic, but a major accident
at exit 395 is slowing everything down even more!”
    Sir growled in annoyance. Another
damn delay! He could feel his blood begin to boil causing him to
sweat through his clammy clothes. Shaking his head, he realized
being pissed off wouldn't make him