The Dragon's Babygirl

Chapter 3

Fiona wakes up with the sun shining down on her face. Feeling a pair of warm arms tighten around her waist, sighing from the pleasure it gives her. She grumbles out in confusion, wondering to herself how drunk she had gotten last night. Then everything that happened comes rushing back, making her scream and fumble out of their grasp. After falling hard onto the floor, she starts frantically scrambling away. Not wasting time trying to stand just yet. Only to stop short at the sight of her living room, making her face pale, “T-they brought me home…?” she questions aloud in horror.

From behind her comes a low groan and the sound of shifting. Not daring to turn around, she moves as fast as she can to get up and run. Hoping their confusion will grant her the time to escape. “Jeez Fiona,” she hears that sleep-laced voice, making her halt in her tracks in confusion. She knows that voice; how could she not? It’s so deep, smooth, and alluring. Making pleasurable sparks race through her veins, helping her relax slightly. “do you really have to be so– UMPH!”

“WYAAAATTT!!!” she had flung herself back to the couch, slamming into him in an embrace. Sobbing into his shoulder, “It w-was h-horrible! And w-when they put me in that suitcase!” Wyatt gets over the shock and holds her against him. Unsure what to say, he begins rubbing circles on her back while petting her hair soothingly. “I-I-I-I th-thought I’d never s-see you again!”

“Hey, shhh it’s alright now. I took care of them.” He pulls his head back and makes her look up at him, running a finger down the side of her face gently, “I can imagine you would like to go get cleaned up and relax after everything that happened to you. I wiped your face when we got here, and I thought you would need someone here for you when you woke up.” Scratching his neck he continues “I would have fixed you up for bed too; so you could’ve woken up clean and in something nice,” he gestures to the still tattered clothes, “but I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that. Being unconscious and all…”

Looking up at him with her bloodshot, watery eyes, nodding her head. “Y-yeah I should probably take a bath.” Leaning back down and putting her face in his neck. “Hey, can I ask y-you one last favor b-before you have to leave?”

He lets out a tiny displeased grumble, “I’m not leaving. Not until I’m done helping you. I don’t care how much you request; I’ll do it.” I’ll do anything for you baby, or anything to you. Would you shut up? This is NOT the time for that.

Thankful he’s willing to stay, she tightens her grip around him. “C-can you give me a bath? I w-want to be in my Littlespace. It would really help, a-and I don’t know if I c-could trust anyone e-else right now…”

“I can help you with that. Would you like me to fallow your caregiver regulations you have set at the club?” She nods her head against his neck. Standing up with her in his arms, he clasps his hands together under her bum to hold her up. “So, anything you need from your room, or is it all in the bathroom?” Is she seriously having you bathe her? Yeah, now you shut up, it ain’t like that!

“I should have everything I need in the bathroom… I like to air dry after toweling off…” Looking at his face, she leans up and kisses his jaw.

Stopping in his tracks, heart thumping loudly in his ears, “F-Fiona, what was that for?”

“Well I just wanted to thank you for helping me… I don’t know what could’ve happened.” Snuggling into him once again, “I’m just happy to have you in my life.” Adding in her head how she wished she could have more of him in her life.

“Heh-heh, well get used to it. I ain’t planning on leaving, and from now on you better stick by my side. We don’t need a repeat of today.” Both of them blushing at the statement, Fiona simply nods her head and breathes in his scent, the familiarity of his deliciously sweet muskiness comforting her.

Tell her now. No you lunatic! She is not in the right state of mind! Humph. Why should it matter? She wants us… Wyatt rolls his eyes without acknowledging the last comment. Closing the bathroom door and walking to the large bathtub.

“Can we make it a bubble bath?” Fiona can’t help but keep replaying last night’s events through her head. She thinks about how she must have been with them for at least 20 minutes before even going in that awful suitcase. She has no idea how long she was inside it though. “I think that will help calm my mind…” she finishes with a broken sob, making Wyatt’s throat squeeze uncomfortably.

“Anything you want Princess. I want you to sit on the steps until we have the bath all set, ok?” Setting her down she nods her head. Petting her long purple hair, “Good girl.” Swifty walking across the room to her cupboards. “Alright, what are we feeling like putting in there today?”

“Hmmm… Purple!”

“Let’s see here… Lavender bath bomb, Sicilian lemon oil, and… hmmm…” He turns to look at her, overly acting out the thinking face at her. Once she sees, she giggles a little bit at his antics. With a large grin he finishes thinking and turns back to grab the bottle he had in mind the entire time. “Rose scented bubbles. Does that sound good?” Not turning around so she’s forced to use a verbal reply this time.

“That sounds good.”

 Smiling to himself, he walks back over to the tub. Setting the things on the edge. “How hot do you want the water?” He asks as he turns it on to start warming up.

“I like my water to burn”

“Flames of hell water, got it.”

She begins giggling at that “Yes exactly…” She sits there watching her dream man running a bath for her. How she wishes this could last forever but knows that it’s unrealistic. She’s going to enjoy every minute she can though.

“Alright Fiona,” he’s kneeling in front of the tub now. Perfectly eye level with her up on the step. “Before we go further, are you sure you’re ok with this? I can call somebody from the club if you need…” she could’ve sworn he looked a little sad at that thought, but it’s gone in a second. Continuing, “and we should lay out some rules for tonight.”

“Yes, I’m sure Wyatt. I don’t really feel like seeing anyone but you today…” she trails off looking at the half full tub. Shooting her face back at him with large eyes, waving her hands frantically, “Not that I want…I mean I might… I mean you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I only meant I don’t want to have more people over!”

Chuckling at her sudden panic, “Alright calm down Fi, I understand what you’re saying. No I do not want to leave. I told you, I’m here for you until you don’t need me.” He smiles at her, patting her head. Pulling her up to stand, “quick rules; I have read your file obviously. So I understand what you expect from me. Have you read mine?”

Ducking her head with embarrassment, “Yes I was curious when you first joined the club… It was actually what made me more comfortable talking to you.”

“I’m surprised you’re not scared away. But since you’re sure, how about we get you in the tub now Babygirl?”

Grinning up at him, she wraps her arms around his torso. “Yes please.”

Pulling back once she’s done, he starts with pulling off all her tattered clothes. Leaving on her bra and panties. “So do you want me to just throw these out?”

“Can you just throw it all out?” she wraps her arms around herself bowing her head, “I just want to forget about everything that happened…”

“No problem; let me go grab a bag to put it all in, ok?” nodding her head, he bolts down the hall as fast as possible. Coming back into the bathroom shutting the door. “Alright now just need the last bit, come here.” He starts taking her panties off, letting her step out of them carefully. Then as he’s pulling off the bra, the sight of something shiny on her perfect breast makes him freeze… S_S_SHE HAS HER n*****s PIERCED!!?? HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?? Well she has been getting more done recently now that the house is finished. Hey, It would be nice to play with though, huh? Silently groaning at the thought, trying to keep calm. He’s here to help her feel better, as a friend… Getting himself back together quickly finishing and tying the bag up tight.

Gesturing to her piercings, “So when did you get these done? Didn’t think you’d have something like this… I mean I guess you do have those nose, lip, and ear piercings,” He scratches his head at the last thought.

Fiona wraps her arms around Wyatt’s neck pressing her breast into his chest. Thank f*****g god he still has a shirt on, otherwise her bare breast against his skin would’ve drove him insane. “I’ll tell you the truth if you promise to keep it a secret.” She whispers softly into his ear. “But I want to be in the tub while I tell this story.”   

Lifting her up, supporting her with his arms under her highs. “I can keep secrets pretty good, let’s get you in that tub, shall we?” walking over and turning off the tap, he sets her in the hot water.

Giggling she scoops up a huge double handed pile of bubbles, blowing them all at him, “There’s lots of bubbles!”

“Well you did ask for a bubble bath; I could never skimp out on you.” Wyatt chuckles at her. “Besides,” leaning in and slowly he gathers some bubbles of his own, “it just gives me more…Amo!” suddenly blowing a huge amount straight in Fiona’s face. Making her cry out in shock, followed by the most beautiful chorus of laughter Wyatt has ever heard from her mouth.

Keeping her eyes shut, now that there’s soap all over them, Fiona starts scooping up as many bubbles as she can. “That’s not fair! I really should have been warned you could retaliate!” Blowing all the bubbles out of her hands hoping she had aimed at him.

Sadly for her, Wyatt begins laughing, “You missed Baby! Trying to attack again? Now you’re in for it.” Without warning, he dumps a bucket of water over her head. As she sputters with the water, he refills his bucket. “Think I got it all? Or do we neeeed…”

Raising her hands in front of her in panic, she shouts “NOO!”

“ANOTHER!” he finishes as he dumps the second bucket over her head. She begins laughing more, making Wyatt’s dragon purr in satisfaction. Almost making him purr out loud too, but he held himself in line. Damn dragon needs to back off.

“That’s no fair! When did you even get a bucket?” she looks up at him with such a cute, attempting to be angry, pout. He smiles down at her and pushes all her hair back from her face. As he stands up, she panics for a moment and reaches out grabbing his hand. “NO! Don’t leave!!”

Crouching down immediately, he rests his hand on her cheek and looks deep into her already misty eyes. “It’s ok, I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever.” Leaning forward, he places a kiss on her forehead. Silently savoring the feeling, hoping this won’t be the only time. “I promise. I’m only getting up to go grab some soap for you.”

Sighing she releases her grip, “Ok” Blushing she smiles and calms down rethinking what just happened while she waits. He said not now AND not ever. Maybe he does like her. Maybe there’s a chance they could be together. Would he want a Little like her?

“Alright girly, I grabbed some soaps that seemed to go with your purple theme going on.” He sets each bottle down as he says them, “Shampoo and conditioner are lavender and chamomile, and the bodywash is just lavender.”

Closing her eyes she nods and whispers, “mmm sounds perfect, thank you…” as she turns around and leans her head back a little.

Wyatt squeezes some shampoo into his palm, then grabs the bucket with his other hand. “Lean your head back more.” Once she has, he slowly pours the water down through her hair. Satisfied, he begins massaging the soap through her head, running his fingertips along her scalp. “Alright, time to fess up about those piercings you got.”

Enjoying the feeling of Wyatt’s fingers, she lets out a sigh, “OK, it’s only fair. Well… So I wasn’t planning on telling you like this… But about a year ago, I was hanging out with Clara and she… said some things…” blushing more she tries to hide her face.

“Hey, I’m still working on that, get back here.” He pulls her head back, now beginning to rinse the suds out. “So you and Clara were talking? What’s that got to do with the piercings?”

“I’m getting to it! Anyways. We were talking about… about the Dom I really like.” At this, Wyatt stiffens and tries to calm his aching heart. You hear that, there’s already a Dom she has a thing for. I was stupid for feeling any sort of hope. But she could be referring to you. His dragon responds with a whimper, but he ignores him; he knows it couldn’t be him. Shaking his thoughts away, he waits for Fiona to continue and grabs the conditioner bottle. “Then Clara had this brilliant idea… that she would help me get his attention. She had a few good points though, so I said, ‘why not?’. We had a few brainstorms; in fact, we’ve executed many other schemes. But the first I wanted to do were the n****e rings.” Laughing a little bit she shakes her head, “I begged Clara to do it with me because I couldn’t do it by myself. So we both went in together.”

Wyatt looks down and hopes she doesn’t get upset with his next question, “So did he notice you?” His voice betraying him; sounding almost broken, but he clears his throat, “I mean, of course he didn’t otherwise y’all would be together… W-who was the guy?” closing his eyes, bracing himself for her answer while finger-combing the softener through her gorgeous locks. 

“W-well… He is a close f-friend of mine.” Feeling extremely nervous now, she begins stuttering. But Fiona has decided it’s now or never. So by the end of her weekend off; she is determined to know whether Wyatt returns feelings for her or not. “I’ve still been trying… But he still hasn’t seemed to notice. What am I doing wrong Daddy?”

If only she could call me that for the rest of our lives. But she could!  “You should forget about that guy… If he can’t seem to notice your beauty, intelligence, and amazing personality…” before he can drag on about her, her pulls her head back to rinse again. “I mean… Maybe there’s somebody else that could…” Sighing he finishes the rinse and reaches for the loofah and body wash. Trying his best to sound indifferent so she doesn’t hear the sadness creeping out, “I don’t know… Fill the position? Maybe… Maybe somebody more qualified?”

Letting out a small sob she shakes her head, “NO! I’ve… I’ve tried to, but nobody is… is as amazing as he is and… and I don’t want anyone else!” feeling like he just rejected her, Fiona begins crying uncontrollably. It’s not like she has actually said it’s him yet, why does she have to be upset now?

Wyatt stops washing and grips his hands on the edge of the tub. I have no chance. NO! WE DO! JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE! Please! With a pained whine he let’s out “There has to be more for you than just that one damn guy Babygirl…”

“I’m sorry I-I-I don’t know why I’m crying…” she stands up and begins climbing out of the tub, “It’s stupid. Please can we forget about this conversation?”

“Wait, we’re not done getting you clean!” grabbing her hand he looks up and sees she’s only crying more than before. “come on, we have to at least get you clean so you can feel nice in some clean pajamas… Don’t you want that?” Slowly she sits back down and nods silently.

Wyatt hastily finishes washing her, adding in a gentle wipe for her face. Finally he lets the tub drain while he rinses her. Once she’s ready, he wraps a towel around her picking her up in one swift motion. Bringing her to her bedroom, he sets her down gently and goes to get her clothes. “I have my nightdress in the top drawer.”

After he hears her mumbling, he grabs the pretty black and purple nightdress. Raises it closer to his face, he takes a deep breath before turning around to put it on her. “Alright then, we’ll get this on you and then-” Before he can finish, Fiona begins punching him in the chest. Making him pause for a moment to look at her… “Does that make you feel better? We can have you let it all out now if you’d like.”

Fiona begins hitting him with every word as she cries out, “Why can’t I just like somebody else?!” Looking up at him she screams, “Why did I have to fall for such a JERK LIKE YOU!” she snatches the dress from his hands and runs out the bedroom door. As she runs, she slips the dress over her head and runs to the front door. Not knowing where she was going to go, but she would figure it out.

Before she can open it, a hand begins pressing against it above her head. Eyes transformed into horizontal slits, Wyatt is standing behind her slowly snaking his arm around her. With her heart thumping loudly, she lets out a shaky breath and glances up at him. Leaning down and whispering in her ear, his gravelly voice having gone down a few octaves “Don’t be scared, I took over control for a moment. He won’t listen to me, and I wanted to talk to you Baby.”

“W-Wyatt are you ok?” She turns in his grasp and reaches a hand up to his face. Just the feel of her hand has him leaning his face into her touch, almost beginning to purr. “Y-your eyes!”

Snapping back to attention, “Right! I don’t have a lot of time actually, can’t keep him back too long.” Tossing her over his shoulder, he walks over to the couch and plops her down. Beginning a short pace in front of her, he starts spewing everything he can. “Well to start off; I’m not Wyatt right now. He’s taking a little, um nap we’ll say… I’m his dragon spirit. That’s why his eyes changed, they’re my dragon eyes. That can’t be controlled. I can manipulate his appearance otherwise by will and I didn’t want to frighten you. I’m not sure how long I have before he regains control. So moving on; I need to talk to you about something particularly important.” Fiona is too shocked to talk, and she also doesn’t want to interrupt him, so she nods her head looking up at him expectantly.

He walks forward and kneels in front of Fiona. Grabbing her hands, his face looking close to a wounded animal, “When you said that, about you falling for a jerk like us… Is Wyatt really the Daddy you’ve been talking about the whole time?”

Getting embarrassed at his question, Fiona looks down blushing furiously. Untrusting of her voice box working properly, she nods her head slowly. Putting a curled finger under her chin, Wyatt raises her face to look at him. Once their eyes were locked, he quietly demands “Use your words, please.”

“Yes, I was talking about Wyatt the entire time…” without another words, Fiona is suddenly crashed into a warm embrace. And then she hears something extremely surprising; Wyatt was purring. Actually purring! Hiding her face in his chest; she wraps her arms around him in return.