Romans & histoires Why Does He Call You Babygirl

she shouted making him chuckle “Haha, you have no right to say me what to call you baby girl, I’ll call you whatever I want, I can do whatever I want to do with you, you can never stop me,, baby girl, no one gonna save you from me, not even your fucking boyfriend” saying he laughed like a maniac “In your dreams, my shiv gonna save me, I trust him” she spat on him making him angry, on her trust upon her lover and calling him hers

Just wait. Standing in front of his cabin a took a deep breath and knock at his door.. "Come in" I heard his voice.. I entered his room and saw him working on a file.. "Want to say something baby girl?" The arrogant jerk again starts flitting with me.. Gritting my teeth I speak up," Stop calling me baby girl. I am not your baby girl. And media is making false news about us so stop it" Hearing this he looks at me and speaks up," Do you forgot who is boss here baby girl? I can call you anything I want like baby girl, sweetheart, baby, wild cat, bady panda"

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.

He turned his head slightly and grinned, "this is my jog Babygirl, if I run, you'll be standing here all by yourself and I'll be waiting for an hour for you to finally catch up with me." My eyes widened at him, did he just fucking call me Babygirl, I'm an Alpha heir, oh game on "seriously, you think I can't keep up with you old man," I smirked. The look of indignation on his face was priceless, yea I just called you out. "That'll teach him, give him hell." I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around frantically trying to find the voice that just spoke to me. "No, no keep moving, I'm with you now."

He didn't even manage three full strokes before he came violently, his release splattering across his own stomach and the clinical white sheets. I paused, watching him, my brain stalling as it looped the nickname over and over. Baby. He called me baby. The word felt illicit, coming from a man who usually looked at me like I was a problem to be solved. My heart, already racing from the climax, hammered even harder against my ribs. Fuck. Why the hell am I excited that he called me baby?

Damon’s loud voice, music, and glasses clinking—all of it disappeared until it was just us standing there beneath the balcony lights. I kissed her temple lightly. “You’re quiet,” I murmured against her skin. “I’m thinking.” “About?” “They’ll start to notice our absence for too long.” A laugh left me before I could stop it. “Babygirl, I don’t think they care right now.” “You’re right.” She turned in my arms to look at me. “Why do you keep calling me babygirl?” I brushed my thumb against her cheek slowly. “Your father calls you that,” I said. “And it suits you.”

But it was hidden by a healthy dose of fear and anger. He called me Baby Girl. I hate to admit it, but my heart skipped a beat. I liked it. No one has ever called me something like that. I'm trying not to think about the lust I saw the moment I stepped out for the bathroom. That was something I'd never in my wildest dreams imagine he would give me that look.

But why? That’s what I keep asking myself. Why? Why me? Why did he pick me up that night? Why does my entire body throb with desire when he’s in the room? I crave something from him, something that’s so much more than physical. It’s...everything. I haven't let myself think about the other thing he said during our car ride. He called me babygirl. That one word soaked my panties through and through, even more than the rain. It also made my chest ache like he was naming some emptiness inside me I didn't even know existed.

“What should I call you?” His hand had brushed my hip, lingering just a second too long. “Daddy. From now on. Say it.” I had whispered it right there, soft and trembling. “Daddy.” He had smiled, slow and pleased. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.” The memory sent fresh heat rushing through me. My fingers moved faster, dipping lower to spread my wetness. Tyler was still talking, his breathing ragged now. “Baby, tell me what you’re doing. Are you touching that tight little pussy for me?”

What is it with people banging on desks today…It must be the popular group thing. “DID I NOT JUST FUCKING TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME BABY!!,” Jason blows, his voice shaking the entire library. “It sounds absolutely vile coming out of your mouth. It makes me sick!” He says, looking at if his going to throw up any second. “Babygirl?” he turns to face me. His voice is different when speaking to me – it’s much softer and lower. I feel every eye in this building look towards me , and this makes me shrink into my chair. I am hoping I could disappear from sight.