Page 48 of Motivating Mira
“Wicked things,” I repeated breathily, tipping my head so he had more access to my throat. “I love the way you kiss my neck.”
“Look at you,” he said. “Completely naked, soaking wet and dripping needy juices onto the table. You’re a goddess before me.” He placed his hands on my hips pulling me forward, the look in his eyes warm and loving. “Come here. Wrap your legs around me.” He kissed me again, this time softly and I feltemotion welling. I didn’t want him to be so gentle, not now. Now I needed to be fucked hard. I needed to forget everything including the reason for his caring looks.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard and rough like I’m some random hottie you met in a bar.”
He growled low, as if in warning. “Bossy girl. Filthy mouth. Tsk. Tsk.” He pinched my hip. “Flip over, knees on the stool. You’re getting spanked. And then I’m going to take you from behind so I can see your tight little hole pulsing for me before I plug it.”
His words made me blush and I quickly arranged myself for him. Wasting no time, he smacked my bottom several times. At first it was sharp and stingy, but as he fell into a rhythm, I anticipated the swats, enjoying their sting.
Moaning, I tilted my bottom to meet his hand. I did this for three swats before he stopped, buried his hand between my thighs and found my pussy. He stroked me, teasing the entrance with his fingers.
“That wasn’t for enjoyment, girlie.” His voice was menacing, and I shivered as he removed his hand and laid his palm against my bottom with a hard slap. It took my breath away and before I found that breath, another landed. It was shocking, and delicious, and burning, and then his palm landed on my sit spot. Ouch!
After several more, my breathing became ragged, and I shifted to dodge his hand. I’d had plenty of hand spankings, but only a few people had the ability to make them hurt like this, which made me wonder how much of the pain was psychological and hurt more due to my level of submissiveness.
“Nah, nah, nah. No trying to squirm away now, girlie.” Grabbing my hips, he put me back in position. “We both know you need this.”
He continued the spanking, the swats coming harder and faster, until I felt the building of tears, the hitch in my chest, the click of everything but sensation turning off. My eyes which I’d been squeezing shut, relaxed as the spanking suddenly stopped. I had no time to think though, because his hand was between my thighs again, this time he didn’t tease my entrance, instead he pumped two fingers inside me. My ass still burned but it only added to the heat and pleasure I felt bubbling in my core.
Now there was a different kind of building inside of me, but just like before, he changed tactics as soon as I got close. I whimpered as he removed his fingers.
“I know, girlie. Daddy’s taking all your fun away.” He patted my bottom. “But your next orgasm with me is going to be on my cock, yeah?”
“Okay,” I said, sounding small and desperate. “Let’s do that.”
He leaned forward, his bare chest smooth against my back, and slid my hair out of the way as he kissed the nape of my neck, while massaging my sore bottom. I tilted my hips, hollowing my back, loving the feel of his erection against my middle.
“Who’s in charge?” he asked in a whisper.
“You.”
“You know it.” His hand ran down my bottom, his middle finger at the slit until it was just above my pucker. His finger invaded my bottom cheeks, and he circled the rim of my back hole. “You’re getting the paddle now. And you’re going to fetch it like a good sub, yeah?”
I whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re going to get it, and the set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs from the armoire, the ones that hook together, and then you’re going to take them all to the bedroom. You’re going to put everything on the bed and climb up onto your knees. I want that sexy ass up high, and your face down low. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re not going to move a muscle while I’m gone.”
“Daddy?” I looked at him over my shoulder.
“Condoms. I’m going to the store for some since I prefer a different brand than what are in the room. I also want one of those nice Rawhide horseshoe logo plugs. They still have them?”
Embarrassed, I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He patted my ass. “Don’t dawdle now, girlie.”
“I have your brand. In my purse, front zippered pocket,” I blurted. I’d remembered the kind he’d liked. “You don’t have to buy any.”
“That so?” He gave me a carefree slap to the ass and walked to grab his pants and shirt. “Get a move on it, girlie.” And then, as soon as he was dressed, he was gone.
I felt shaky when I climbed down off the table. My legs were like gelatin with the strain of holding them up and from the tremors he gave me, but not only that. The rubber paddle was wicked, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous as hell.
The armoire creaked a little when I opened it, and I made a mental note to put it in the maintenance logbook so it could be oiled. Unless… maybe it would add to someone’s nervousness—their frisson when they heard it creak open.
“Stop dawdling before he comes back and catches you,” I said aloud and ran my hands over the various implements. Another creak sounded as if in warning which had me snatching the paddle quickly and opening the drawer inside that held the wrist and ankle cuffs.
