Page 32 of Motivating Mira
“Yes, Sir.”
The swat that landed across my right cheek was so much worse than the earlier swats because my skin was stretched in the position. My knees bent slightly but he didn’t say a word.
“One."
“Good girl,” he crooned rubbing what must be a welt on my cheek. I winced when his hand left my cheek, and then called out when the paddle slapped against my left cheek.
“Oh, god, that hurts.”
He cleared his throat.
“Two.”
This continued until I’d counted to six, and then to my utter relief he tossed the paddle back onto the couch. “Thank you, baby Jesus,” I said under my breath.
“Take hold of those hot sexy cheeks.”
I swallowed hard but out of fear of the paddle, I obeyed. Embarrassment and excitement danced inside me.
“Spread them, girlie. Show me everything that’s mine. I want to see that tight little asshole.”
I closed my eyes, squeezed them tight, then parted my cheeks.
“Mm, such a good girl.” Good girls who take the paddle so bravely and spread themselves wide for Daddy, get rewarded.” He once again grabbed my hips, but this time it wasn’t to position me. It was to hold me steady as he pressed his face against me.
I whimpered and held my breath as his tongue parted me and the apex of my mons, his tongue writhing against my clit, and then sliding to my center, circling the entrance to my pussy, and finally up to wiggle against my pucker.
“Put your head down to the table, I want this ass way up.”
Mewling, I obeyed, and he rewarded me by flicking his tongue against my clit and plundering his fingers inside me until I was barely able to remain upright.
“Now, girlie. Come now.”
And I did. And when I was slumped over the table, he shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs and pulled me back to impale me with his cock.
I rode him hard, bouncing on his cock as he bucked from beneath. Gripping his jeans as he sped up, I heard the pocket tear, but we didn’t stop —couldn’t stop, not when we were both suddenly shattering together.
I blinked away the memory as I walked to meet Wes.
“Hi,” I said, my voice a little unsteady from the memory. He turned to me, and his face broke out into a wide smile. “You clean up good.”
“You do too.”
I looked down at myself. I’d thrown my hair up and showered quickly, slipping on some jeans and a light sweater. “Wanted to wash off the hospital.”
“So, what are you thinking?” he asked, turning to face the restaurants in the lobby.
“I’m thinking margaritas and Mexican. What do you think?”
“Excellent choice.”
He surprised me then by reaching out and pulling me against him for my second hug of the day. And I surprised myself notonly by letting him but by spending an extra few seconds in his arms, breathing in his male scent and enjoying his strong arms.
“What was that for?” I asked, wanting more than anything to close the distance between us again. Instead, I admired his beautiful lips, still in their signature slanty smile. My pussy throbbed, so did my heart. I ignored my heart.
He held up his arm, bent at the elbow and offered it to me. “I needed it. Thought you might too.”
I linked my arm with his and we headed for the restaurant.
