Page 50 of Motivating Mira
“Front zippered pocket of my purse, Sir. My mom insists I always carry them. And I don’t know why but I always buy your brand.” I moaned as he nibbled his way up my neck and licked behind my ear.
“Why’s she insist, girlie?”
“I was an unplanned pregnancy. Changed the trajectory of her life so…” and just like that, he rolled his hips against my bottom, rubbing his hardness against me causing both pleasure and pain. I forgot everything I was talking about and there was only the physical.
The mattress shifted as he got off it and the keys attached to my purse, jangled. The sound of the zipper came next and then the crinkle of the foiled package that contained the condoms. I breathed in, anticipation-like shivers skittered through me, and the condoms landed on the mattress beside me.
He was at my side then, fitting the leather cuffs around my wrist and ankle. He took my arm stretching it down my side and attaching the length of chain from the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. He followed the same procedure on the other side until Iwas tightly bound ass up, face down, knees parted, plugged ass exposed.
“Are you good and secure, girlie?”
I tested my bonds, feeling a little panicked for about ten seconds, but then it melted away because I knew I was completely safe with him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Is my girlie ready for her favorite paddle?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
The paddle landed across both of my cheeks, stirring the plug inside me. I took a swift breath in and bit my lip. It stung while simultaneously feeling thuddy.
“Daddy can’t wait to fuck that tight slippery hole.” He didn’t clarify which hole since both were plenty slippery at that moment, and it made my heart pound. He had never fucked me in the ass. I had never been fucked there. And while it wasn’t a hard limit, we had never discussed it.
“Four more, girlie. Just enough to teach you who’s boss.”
I braced myself for the next paddle swat and it came with a fiery slap so stingy I squealed and tugged hard at my restraints.
“Oh my god!” I hollered, letting a whimper fall from my lips. I was about to steady myself for the next when it struck before I expected it. This time I felt a flare of pain so intense tears sprang to my eyes. But it hurt so good because it was physical and physical pain got better by the second. The buzz of my skin, the jolt of the plug, and the pounding of my clit all mingled with the sting, making me gush wetter.
The next two were fast and furious, but I was too aroused to feel much more than the push forward onto my chest and face. I panted through it, wanting both more and less all at the same time. More pain, more pleasure, more fullness. Less thought, less emotion, less emptiness. I wanted his cock inside me, further filling me up—leaving no room for any of those things.
I lay there, my heart pounding as I panted and his hand soothed my raw bottom.
“Such a good girl, Mira. I’m so proud of you. You took that so well,” he crooned, and I mewled at his praise, my only thought was of how happy it made me to please him. I smiled into the duvet, feeling soft, sweet, and vulnerable.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anytime, girlie,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his words. His fingers swiped through my wetness, and he whistled. “You’re so ready, baby. So slippery for Daddy, yeah?”
The condom wrapper tore and I licked my lips, excitement dancing inside me as he moved his fingers over me, playing me until I was panting again. And then as I was being whisked away by the pleasure, he fisted my hair with his free hand, climbed onto the mattress and plunged inside me.
Fullness stretched me and the intensity made a starburst of light glitter behind my eyelids. My pussy pulsed as he moved inside me slowly at first but then faster, hitting just the right spot.
I moaned unable to form words and he growled his agreement, continuing his rhythmic strokes inside me.
“You’re so tight. You fit me like a glove, baby. And so fucking soft.” He reached across my hip and buried his hand into my mound, finding my swollen clit right away.
I tried to focus, tightening my core muscles as I held back the orgasm that was seconds away, and he hissed, driving deeper inside me. There were so many sensations, and each fought for my attention. His hand between my thighs, his cock so hard and tight, the feel of his balls pounding my pussy lips all mingling with the stinging skin on my ass and the fullness inside it.
“Daddy, I’m so close. May I come? Please, oh god, please. I need to come.” My words didn’t even feel like theywere language, just nonsensical sounds that only he could understand.
“Please,” I begged again, as his fingers moved between my legs. My breathing turned to gasps and my skin crackled with electric heat as I was wound tighter, pushed higher. It was too good, so painfully good. His cock head stroking inside me, his fingers, god, those fingers—the way they moved with the perfect pressure and rhythm.
“I can’t… please.” I was going to implode if I didn’t release.
“Yes, girlie, yes. You’ve earned your pleasure tonight. Come on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted. “Now, baby.”
The orgasm ripped through me with a force only Mother Nature could match, and I howled into the bed covers.
“Oh, sweet girl, what a thing of beauty your orgasm is,” he whispered into my ear as he pumped slowly, letting me feel every delicious pulsation.
