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  Her Babygirl

  The Complete Collection

  Books 1-7

  Poppy Hart

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Mommy Across The Hall

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  Chapter 2: Becca

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  Not Easy Being Good

  Chapter 1: Becca

  Chapter 2: Elaine

  Chapter 3: Becca

  Pampered Princess

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  Chapter 2: Becca

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  On Your Knees, Babygirl

  Chapter 1: Becca

  Chapter 2: Elaine

  Chapter 3: Becca

  Mommy’s Cupcake

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  Chapter 2: Becca

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  Discipline For A Little One

  Chapter 1: Becca

  Chapter 2: Elaine

  Chapter 3: Becca

  Chapter 4: Elaine

  Chapter 5: Becca

  Dirty Little Princess

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  Chapter 2: Becca

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  Chapter 4: Becca

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  Mommy Across The Hall

  Chapter 1: Elaine

  E laine heard a timid knock on her door. She wouldn’t have heard the knock at all if she hadn’t been about to step out to check her mail downstairs. The buxom woman pressed a manicured hand against the door and peered through the peephole. “Who is it?”

  “It’s Becca, your neighbor across the hall. I was wondering if you had the number for the building manager,” the sultry-voiced woman said.

  “I believe I do,” Elaine said, drawing back from the door to unlock it. She opened the door, then stood back to invite Becca inside. The younger woman looked to be about twenty-five years old. Her hair was styled in lush curls that flowed down her back. Her shirt, flannel, was tied around her ribs, accentuating the beautiful shape of her waist. “Why don’t you come inside. I’ll see if I can track it down.”

  “Thank you, Miss Elaine,” Becca smiled in relief. “I’ve been burning up over there.”

  “What’s wrong?” Elaine asked, placing a hand on her shoulder to usher her in.

  “The heat won’t go off,” Becca exclaimed. “I’ve tried everything but short of, you know, crawling into the vents, I don’t know what to do.” Becca went where Elaine led her, which was to the sofa. A breeze was coming through the open doors and she guided her to sit between them and a gently rotating fan.

  “You poor thing,” Elaine smiled. “Let me get you something to drink. I just made some lemonade.”

  “That sounds lovely. Thank you,” Becca said as she accepted the drink.

  Elaine smiled, pleased with the young woman’s manners, and went into the kitchen to pour the freshly made raspberry lemonade into a tall glass half-filled with ice. She returned to the sitting room, where that breeze came in. Elaine watched Becca pick up a magazine, flip through it without a word but the interest as the wind rustled her curls. Elaine wondered what she thought about the contents but said nothing.

  “I’m going to step downstairs really quick to pick up my mail,” Elaine announced as she approached and handed the glass over to Becca. “I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.”

  Becca’s cheeks filled with a lovely blush. “Are you sure? I’m just a stranger.”

  “I’m sure, darling,” Elaine replied. “Drink your lemonade. You look dehydrated. I’ll just be a few minutes.”

  “Thanks again,” Becca exhaled. Elaine left, shutting the door behind her. She paused before she headed to the elevator and looked across the hall. The door to Becca’s apartment was wide open and the heat was so thick it made the air sizzle.

  “Poor Becca,” Elaine sighed. She fiddled with the central air switch for a few moments before giving up and worked a sweat up herself. She’d promised Becca she’d only be a few moments, she remembered and went downstairs to complete her errand.

  When she got upstairs, Elaine found Becca napping on her couch. She was sprawled, her hair splayed across the arm of the couch. The poor woman had worked up a head full of knots. Her empty glass of lemonade sat on a coaster with glitter thread. Becca’s shirt was coming undone, exposing the pink fabric of her bra. Her very tidy apartment was filled with Becca’s alluring scent. Instead of waking her, Elaine took her mail to the kitchen, occasionally peering over the top of the divider to glance at the sleeping beauty. Becca’s fingers were curled around the spine of a magazine, one that catered to Elaine’s interests as a Mommy Domme.

  Becca stirred, her eyes opening as the sun shifted, casting light across her face. “How long was I asleep?”

  “Just a little while, honey. I found that number on the message board downstairs. Want me to call him? You can take a nap in the guest room.”

  “Would you? He intimidates me,” Becca admitted.

  “Of course. Consider it taken care of,” Elaine smiled. “I’ve got a guest bathroom if you want to freshen up. I put a towel out for you, there, and there’s some spare clothing in the guest room dresser you’re free to use.”

  “That’s so kind of you,” Becca said, now sitting upright on the sofa. She picked up the towel and curled her fingers in the soft fabric, picked it up and nuzzled it. “It’s so soft,” she remarked.

  “I know,” Elaine purred, pleased with Becca’s reaction. “Let me know if you need help in the bathroom, the plumbing can be a little wonky.”

  Becca nodded and stood up. Elaine noticed she took the magazine with her into the guest room. “Thank you so much, Elaine. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days.”

  “Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like. It’ll be good to have some company. I’m going to order pizza in a while. Would you like me to wake you up when it arrives?”

  Becca nodded. Her eyelids looked heavy. Elaine felt her maternal instincts kicking in, wanting to take care of her neighbor who was mostly a stranger to her. “Pizza sounds great.”

  “Topping preferences?” Elaine asked.

  “Whatever you like,” Becca deflected.

  “Even if what I like is broccoli pizza?” Elaine teased.

  Becca’s face scrunched up, perfectly adorable. “No way,” she laughed.

  “You’re right, broccoli pizza is ridiculous. How about cauliflower?” Elaine went on.

  Becca shook her head, her shoulders shaking as she giggled. “That isn’t pizza!”

  “Okay, okay. Well, I’ll be ordering mushroom and pepperoni. What is your favorite?” Elaine pried.

  “I like just cheese, but that sounds good too,” Becca answered.

  “Then I’ll order one of both and you can mix it up, how does that sound?” Elaine asked.

  Becca nodded, her lips puckered and her eyes bright. “Wonderful.”

  ∞∞∞

  A short time later, sooner than Elaine would have imagined, Becca poked her head out of the guest room and called for her. Her voice was as timid as her knock had been. “Miss Elaine, Miss Elaine, are you still here?”

  “Coming,” Elaine called, mulling over the conversation she’d had with Mr. Lucas. He sounded less than surprised about the issue with Becca�
��s heating. Elaine casually mentioned filing a complaint and he said he’d investigate it right away but that it may take a few days to resolve. “What’s wrong, honey?”

  “You were right about the water. I need help, please,” Becca asked. There was a towel wrapped around her, pressing her breasts tight against her chest. Elaine tried not to let her gaze linger too much but as Becca let her in, the towel slipped a few inches in her grip and a pound of flesh was exposed. It was lovely, but Elaine did her best to act like she hadn’t seen. Instead, she strode through to the guest bathroom and took a look at the problem.

  “Bath or shower?” Elaine inquired.

  “I haven’t taken a bath since I was knee-high,” Becca said. “I heard it’s bad for you.”

  “If you do it with often with lots of harsh soap, certainly,” Elaine agreed, “But a nice soak every now and again is good for your muscles.”

  “Then I guess I’ll have a bath,” Becca replied, cheerily. “It’s been so long.”

  Elaine enjoyed her enthusiasm. “Well, if you want… I can grab some of the bubble bath gel from my bathroom along with a candle or two. You could make a thing of it.”

  “You sure you want a stranger in your guest bathroom making a ‘thing’ of things?” Becca asked, surprised.

  “I think after napping on my couch you’ve moved firmly into the no-longer-a-stranger category. Besides, you might have to stay here for a few days. Mr. Lucas said he’d get to work on it first thing in the morning, but it may take a while. I’m not complaining, it’s nice to have a young woman around. It makes me feel young again.”

  “You’re not old at all, what are you, 40?” Becca asked.

  “I’m 40,” Elaine chuckled. “But I appreciate the compliment.”

  “Even still… that’s not old at all. You’re still… very, very beautiful,” Becca said, clutching her towel close around her as the tub filled with warm water.

  Her compliment made Elaine’s cheeks color. Until that point, she’d been holding back. Someone her age coming on to a woman fifteen years her junior wasn’t her idea of normal. But Becca was much too lovely to resist. “I’m glad you think so. Do you need help getting into the tub?”

  The question, asked so casually, was not lost on Becca. She leaned over it, brushing her fingers across the surface of the bath. “I think it should have bubbles first. But… yes please, Miss Elaine,” she answered, her head turning to look Elaine in the eye. Elaine wanted to kiss her right then, but the request for bubbles was at the front of her mind.

  “As you wish, young lady,” Elaine replied. She stood, her heels clicking across the tiled floor of the bathroom and on, over the carpeted floor of the guestroom. Her tongue ran across her lips, she pulled gently at the neck of her blouse – which suddenly felt too close to her skin. In her bathroom, she unbuttoned it and took off her heels, leaving the undershirt on – a sheer white tank top that did little to conceal the black bra beneath it. Coupled with the tight skirt on her hips, she supposed she looked sexy and severe. Her dark hair was pulled back in a chignon and a flutter of loose bangs swept the left side of her face. She rinsed her mouth out, wanting to make sure Becca found not a problem with her close proximity and picked up two free-standing candles from her bathroom counter and an unopened bottle of scent-free bubble bath.

  She returned to the guest room and knocked on the door of the bathroom, which wasn’t shut all the way.

  “Come in,” Becca’s soft voice called amid the sound of pouring water. Becca was naked, sitting with her feet outside the tub on its side. “You don’t mind, do you? It was getting annoying holding that towel up.”

  “No, I don’t mind,” Elaine replied, her tongue once again running across her lower lip. She pressed her lips together and set the candles up in the corner shelves of the tub. She lit each one with a match from a box kept in a bathroom drawer then blew it out. “Should I turn the lights off for you?”

  “I guess we could appreciate the candles better that way,” Becca said, her hands gripping the edge of the tub, slouching forward. Her breasts rose with each breath, pale pink tips dancing. Becca lifted one and pushed her hair back away from her neck while looking Elaine in the eye. “Is that your bubble bath?”

  “Mhm. Still, want it?” Elaine murmured.

  “Yes, please, Miss Elaine,” Becca confirmed.

  “You don’t have to call me that, you know,” Elaine offered.

  “What should I call you?” Becca grinned.

  Elaine shook her head. “Whatever feels right to you.”

  “Elaine seems wrong. It’s a beautiful name, but… I feel as though you’re in charge. Don’t you feel that way, Miss Elaine?” Becca asked.

  “I do.” With that said, Elaine uncapped the bottle of bubble bath and poured a generous amount into the frothing water until the surface was thick with bubbles. She offered her hand to Becca then, since the woman had asked for help getting in.

  Becca’s hand was soft and warm. Her nails were painted with flecked red polish and there was a circular burn scar on the back of her hand. Elaine frowned, wondering who the fuck would damage a woman so beautiful with a cigarette. But Becca saw Elaine looking and lowered her head, “A fourth of July accident. I know what it looks like, but I ran into my cousin’s sparkler when I was 9.”

  “I’m relieved it wasn’t done on purpose, but ouch!” Elaine exclaimed.

  “Oh, yes. I remember crying about it. But I don’t remember it too much. Just that we were running around the yard like hellions. That part was fun,” Becca smiled, her lashes lowered in memory. She finally sank into the tub, her head tilting back into the water, dampening her curls. She seemed to look at the flickering candles. Elaine stepped away to turn the light off but left the door cracked.

  “I don’t have many scars myself from childhood. They have faded. I’ve got a pretty gnarly one from surgery though,” Elaine replied.

  “What surgery?” Becca asked, her eyes closing as she soaked her hair and came up with a bubbly beard.

  “A c-section,” Elaine answered. “I was a surrogate for a family member.”

  “Can I see?” Becca asked.

  “Some other time, dear,” Elaine answered. She looked down at her watch. “I need to order the pizza before it’s too late.”

  Becca looked disappointed. “Alright.”

  Elaine almost changed her mind, seeing her pout. If Becca was really was a little, she’d have no problem wrapping a caregiver around her finger. No one could say no to that face. Still, she stood up from her seat on the edge of the toilet and folded Becca’s towel, laying it where she could easily reach it then headed for the door.

  “Miss Elaine?” Becca called out as she was leaving the bathroom.

  “Yes, dear?” Elaine asked, looking back. Becca was sitting up, her naked body hidden in all the bubbles.

  “Thank you again for making me feel at home. I’m sorry if I offended you by asking to see the scar.” Becca said, her voice heartfelt.

  “Oh, baby. You didn’t offend me. It’s just that I don’t want to take my clothes off for you until you’ve earned it,” Elaine said, her voice sweet as apple pie, feeling a sparkle in her eye. She felt connected to Becca. But she was a firm believer that good things needed time to come to fruition if they were to last. There was nothing about Becca that made her want this to be over quickly.

  Chapter 2: Becca

  B ecca sunk deep into the tub after Elaine left, her breath held, eyes close, feeling the burning sensation of embarrassment blaze across her body. What had she been thinking, trying to throw herself at the woman who lived across the hall, who had so kindly accepted her in for the night?

  I don’t want to take my clothes off for you until you’ve earned it, Miss Elaine had said. Damn. The question was what did Becca need to do to earn it? More likely, Miss Elaine was just yanking her chain. What would a sophisticated woman like that want with Becca whose idea of a fancy dinner involved anything not served on a paper plate?

 
She tried to relax after that but all she could think about were Elaine’s cleavage damn near bursting out of her top. It had been a long time since Becca had been with another woman but that didn’t mean her libido had died out. If anything, it was the opposite. The sexual desert Becca had found herself in the past few years working as a mechanic at her Uncle’s shop was dry. Dry as hell. She was just grateful she’d figured out a way to get the grime out of her fingernails before she’d knocked on Elaine’s door.

  That magazine had made her feel a certain kind of way, really fast. She wasn’t sure Elaine had left it out on purpose – surely she wouldn’t if she’d known she’d have company – but the pictures of adult women caregiving other adult women made her feel a little hotter under the collar, so much that she’d fallen asleep dreaming about Miss Elaine!

  She let herself soak until her fingers resembled prunes and then finished up scrubbing her legs. She turned on the shower, on cold, and doused herself with cold water from a detachable showerhead to rinse the bubbles and wash her hair. By the time Becca was done and had blown out the candles, she was a teeth-chattering shivering mess. Then she bundled herself in the towel and padded into the guest bedroom. Her clothes were sweaty and gross, but she remembered Elaine mentioning there were extra clothes in the dresser. All she found, though, were one-size-fits-all adult-sized onesies that buttoned up the front in blush pink and calming purple. She went with purple, enjoying the way the soft cotton felt against her moist skin.

  Her stomach was starting to growl but she ignored it and picked up a comb from the top of the dresser, smoothing it through the bottom locks of her hair, careful not to rip her curls out. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eye makeup hadn’t survived the bathtub, but she didn’t mind. Her face clean and clear made her look innocent, the way the women in the magazine had looked. She buttoned the onesie up to her collar, her bare breasts pushing against the inside of the cotton, dimpling it with her nipples as she remembered those images.

  She hung her towel and looked around. For the first time, Becca noticed the room wasn’t a typical guest room. The bedframe had rails on either side that were lowered. A mobile hung from the ceiling, giving it a slight nursery feel. The things she noticed might have turned another person off, specifically the fact that Miss Elaine had all this ready and waiting for a stranger to use… but Becca just felt delighted. She pulled back the grey comforter and was greeted with brown and grey bunnies chasing each other across the white sheets amongst pink petals and green grass. It was calming, so calming, that Becca didn’t mind she hadn’t eaten. She slipped right between the sheets and curled up.