Page 43 of Motivating Mira
Bending forward, he threw me over his shoulder, clapping a hand on my ass. I squealed with the swift movement and the sting.
“Easy, honey, I’ve got you.” His hand was still on my ass, and when he squeezed, it felt both dirty and delicious. Arousal dampened my panties.
Wes turned the knob on the door and kicked it open with his foot, all while holding me over his shoulder.
“Wait,” I blurted stopping him from crossing the threshold. “This room is tiny. Don’t you have a whole suite?”
“Good idea, girlie. But I need to hear you tell me right now that you’re mine for the next twenty-four hours.”
I hesitated. Twenty-four hours was a long time. Long enough to fall back in love with him. I reached into my room, grabbing my purse off the hook right inside the door.
“I won’t settle for less.”
My heart lurched in my chest. Maybe he was bluffing. I knew he wanted this as much, if not more than I did, but even if he didn’t, did it even matter? I didn’t have to worry about falling back in love with him, because I had never stopped.
“Yes, yours. Twenty-four hours all yours.” It was an effort to add the second sentence because in that moment I wanted him forever.
“What was that now?” His voice held a note of danger, and it made me weak, but not in the way that I’d been fighting so hard against.I was weak with need.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
On the way to the suite, we ran through our previous scene negotiations. He made me remind him of my limits and my safe word and he told me his. It was getting too real, and my stomach was starting to buzz with anxiety.
“Girlie? You can change your mind at any time, yeah?”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me, caught up in my own head.
“Mira?”
I blinked at his sharp tone. “Yes.”
“Did you hear me?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.”
“I know this is a lot for you. But I need you to know, if you want to stop, I will not be angry, it will not change our friendship. There will be no consequences. Tell me you understand.”
The relief came in the form of tension draining from my body. My shoulders relaxed, as did my neck and jaw. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s better, girlie. I can feel you back with me now.”
The suite wasn’t the same one we’d played in before, but they were all similar, so when he walked in kicked off his shoes and plopped my ass on the small two-person pub-style dining table, I wasn’t the least bit disoriented. And that meant I was completely focused on him.
“You’re mine tonight. Say it again while you look me in the eye,” he prompted.
I swallowed. “I’m yours tonight.” I pleaded with him not to suggest more between us, not more than the twenty-four hours.Not when we both needed this to happen so badly. Not when I’d have to stop it if there was an expectation of more.
He held out a hand. “Phone.”
“But my mom?”
He shook his head. “I’ll keep an eye on it. I’ll make sure if there’s an emergency, you get the call. But for tonight, Mira. You’re free from everything else, but me.”
A shiver crawled up my spine, and I fished my phone out of my pocket, handing it over even though my gut twisted.
“Trust me?” he asked, as he put it away in a drawer. I nodded because I did. I trusted him more than myself right now. He smiled and then he kissed the hell out of me until I literally felt more puddle than human.
