Page 31 of Motivating Mira
He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes on me. “You sure about that?”
I took in a swift breath as he moved to me like lightning, scooped me up and brought me to the sofa. He plopped down on it, pulling me over his thighs.
“Spread those legs, girlie.”
“Why?” I asked, only opening them an inch so I couldn’t be accused of disobedience but also didn’t give him the access he expected.
“Don’t question your Daddy.”
He smacked my ass with his palm but after the rubber paddle, it was nothing. I still opened my legs wider though. After all, the paddle was only ten feet away. He slid his hand between my thighs and hummed.
“Sure feels like you were having fun.” His hand moved and he parted my slippery folds with his fingers, exploring me deeply enough that anything I was going to say was swept away by a gasp of pleasure. “So wet, girlie. Almost like you enjoyed having Daddy paddle your ass.”
Uhng. I had no fucking words. None.
“Did you enjoy that paddle, girlie?”
I shook my head.
“Hm. No? So why are you so wet?”
“You, Daddy. You make me wet when you’re stern.”
“I thought so.”
He worked me well, sliding his fingers in circles around my swollen nub, and then back and into my pussy. Pumping inside me until my breath hitched and I panted. My need to come grew more intense and I shoved myself against his hand.
“Don’t do it, girlie. Not without permission,” he warned.
“But, Daddy, it’s so… oh, god! I can’t. Please, let me come. Please.”
He stopped working me over, slapping my ass instead, his wet fingers stinging as they landed. “Up you get.”
I growled, irritated by the pause in my pleasure as I rose up onto my straightened arms and he shoved me back down smacking my ass too many times to count.
“Rubber paddle now.”
He pointed and my eyes widened but dammit, my pussy throbbed and gushed, and my nerves sparked with frisson. Rising from his lap, I grabbed the paddle, wanting more than anything to toss it into the fireplace.
I brought it to him, and he took it without ceremony. Setting it on the sofa cushion beside him, he spun me, so my bottom was near level with his face. “Hands on the coffee table.”
My face heated knowing when I bent over to touch the low table, he’d see my most intimate parts up close and personal.
“Daddy?”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Octopus,” I replied sounding sullen.
“Do you need it?”
I shook my head, and he pinched my ass. “No, Sir.”
“Good. Then what are you waiting for?”
Gathering a breath, I bent forward putting my hands on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him pick up the paddle and I whimpered.
“Count.”
