Page 63 of Motivating Mira
I considered going to a hotel, or motel, or even just staying at the hospital in an on-call room, but somehow, I ended back up at Rawhide. It was stupid—the commute alone made it moronic. But also, being so close to Mira and not being able to see her, was unnecessary torture.
A small part of me still had hope though. That maybe she’d stop being so stubborn and she’d come to me like Marni had gone to Jesse. But as days turned into weeks and I didn’t even see her, I began to think it was hopeless.
I worked out a schedule where I worked several days in a row and slept in the on-call room and then had several days off at Rawhide. I used the pool and the gym and even went to the Dungeon, but I avoided the university and the grounds near it as it there were mines buried there. I played with a few subs and watched lots of scenes, but none of it took away the hollow feeling I had without her.
“Hey,” Silas said, walking up to me one night as I watched a shibari scene.
“Hello, Silas. How’re you tonight?”
“I’m free. Want a scene partner?” he asked. “You look like you might need one and I saw you the other day. You can work a flogger.”
I gave him a half smile. “Is that so?”
He shrugged. “I watched, but I also heard about it.”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Unless you’re saving yourself for someone?”
I shot him a hard look. “You got something to say, kid?”
He held both hands up in surrender and shook his head.
“No? Okay then.” I pointed to the bar. “Let’s negotiate.”
Half an hour later, I had him handcuffed to a St. Andrew’s Cross, his skimpy underwear was shoved up between his ass cheeks and his pale skin was marked with crisscross stripes from the flogger. He was practically humming like a fine-tuned ’67 Chevy.
“You going to talk back again, little boy?” I asked Silas as I flicked the falls of the flogger on my hand making him visibly shiver.
“No, Sir,” he replied, and I rewarded him with a gentle flick of the tails across his bottom. He moaned.
“Good boy.” I uncuffed him and helped him down, offering him a bottle of water and guided him to the full-length mirror while I asked a service sub named Lisa to fetch us a robe, not one of the warm fluffy ones but a light silk one. Silas still had sweat beading on his upper lip, and even though he’d cool down quickly, I’d given him a full-body flogging and silk would be lighter against his skin.
“You took that beautifully. And look at that glow—gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Master Wesley.” He turned, looking at his allover blush. The stripes were already starting to fade except for the ones across his ass and thighs where I’d wanted to leave a longer lasting impression. I felt pretty good myself. The muscles in my shoulders were well worked and warmed up and the tension in my body was gone.
I didn’t get what I got from being with Mira from anyone else, but I still got something out of it.
“This is nice,” Silas commented, grinning at me.
I chuckled at how thrilled he was by our scene and then held open the robe for him.
“Drink up that water, and I’ll get you your Coke.”
“Yes, Master Wesley.”
Silas preferred a specific aftercare routine from the Doms he scened with which was different than the one he had with his Domme. All he wanted from me was some praise, a Coke, and for me to sit with him for a few minutes in one of the comfortable lounge spots while he drank it and came down. The water was my thing. I insisted on it before the sugary soda.
When the water bottle was empty, I went to fetch him a Coke and cracked open the tab for him. “You earned this tonight. The way you took those strikes was impressive.” My eyes suddenly landed on a scene that was happening on the other side of the Dungeon.
The Dungeon was busy, so I don’t know why it caught my eye, but it did, as did the familiar heart-shaped ass, and curly blonde hair.
“Sir?”
I looked back at Silas a beat later. He was holding his Coke and looking at what had attracted my attention.
“Is that Mira?”
