Page 46 of Motivating Mira
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, girlie,” he rasped. “Teach you the manners you forgot, but I’m not cruel. I’ll let you get used to the idea. I’m going to let you taste me, but first I want your hands on your head.” He clicked his tongue. “No more touching Daddy without permission, yeah?”
My entire slit, from my mons to my ass crack was slick and slippery at the way this man, so sweet and accommodating before, was so completely in control now.
“Thank you, Sir,” I breathed, folding my fingers together behind my head.
“God, girlie, you’re so beautiful looking up at me like that. And you’re being so obedient. Keep this up. Take your punishment like a good girl and Daddy will reward you.”
I eyed his beautifully shaped pecs, light brown nipples, and the golden hair that covered his chest until it trailed neatly in a path to his cock. “There’s something about you that always makes me want to obey you and break the rules at the same time, but god, Daddy, I really want my reward. Please may I touch your body? It’s been so long.”
His eyes narrowed in consideration. “Okay, you have my permission, but just for a minute.”
My hands left my head, and I reached out, touching his body. His skin was warm and smooth except where his silky hair gathered. I ran my hand slowly down his abs loving the feel of the hard ridges. Then my eyes landed back on his cock. My mouth watered and I sucked my bottom lip.
“Go ahead, girlie. Taste me.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
He made a sound, something low and guttural as I fisted his cock and licked it stem to stern. I smiled as he twitched in my small hand. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, he released a breath. I leaned forward, swirling my tongue around his fat cock head, tasting him, feeling the silkiness of him against my tongue. His breathing quickened and I felt drunk with the power of giving him pleasure, making him forget that my hands were still wandering.
“Enough. Playtime’s over, girlie.”
I paused, letting his cock slide off the flat of my tongue.
“Hands up,” he demanded, his voice full of arousal. I swallowed and obeyed. He gathered my hair with both of his hands, looking at me with hunger and appreciation.
Collecting the ponytail he’d created with one hand, he lowered his other hand to my chin. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
Shivers, sparks, electric shocks, whatever it was, I was completely abuzz inside as I did as I was told. His hand gripped my hair tightly, holding my head still as he entered my mouth.
He was slow at first, giving me time to adjust as he slid in and out. Watching my face, he increased his speed, but after a minute of the new pace, he began both pumping deeper and faster into my mouth. I sucked him, hollowing my cheeks, trying my best to tongue his head as it passed, although I felt clumsy not being in control.
“Mm,” he groaned, his head falling back as his silky tip hit the back of my throat. I held back my gag, concentrating hard on the pleasure sounds he was making.
He groaned louder and the fingers in my hair tightened as spit dripped from my mouth, running down my chin. I sucked him harder, trying to keep up with his rhythm. He released a choppy exhale, moving faster, and I tried swallowing him when his cock prodded the back of my throat.
“Enough,” he growled and yanked me off his cock with a soft pop. “You’re so good at that, girlie. Almost too good. You’ve earned your reward.” He released my hair, petting it flat. Drool soaked my chin and my eyes watered but I didn’t bother to wipe my face. Not with the way he was admiring me. It was like being looked upon by the sun.
“Up, my little minx, I want you back on the table.”
When I stood, he grabbed my thighs in his big hands and scooped me up. Plopping me back onto the table, this time at the very edge. He spread my bent legs, and air touched my most intimate places. My pussy gushed at his rough handling and the feral look in his eye. He lowered himself onto one of the stools. Glancing down at my lace-covered pussy, he smiled. “So pretty and hairless for me.” He grinned wolfishly and nipped my inner thigh.
God. Just knowing what was coming, I felt the tension building. His hot breath penetrated through the lace, and his tongue probed against it, hitting my clit.
Oh, God. I threw myself back onto my outstretched arms, my palms flat on the tabletop. He nibbled and sucked the junction of my inner thigh where the elastic of my panties felt like an impenetrable wall, sending shivers up my skin. My clit throbbed in anticipation, and my fingers gripped the table. His mouth hovered over the lace closer to my center and I widened my legs, moaning in urgency. “Dr. Daddy…” I pleaded, “please.”
“Patience, girlie. Patience.” He nipped me again at the junction of my thigh and I yelped.
“Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled and he was so close to my clit now I felt the vibrations of itthere.I held my breath, dizzy with need. And then finally, oh god, finally, his finger scooped beneath the edge of my panties and his knuckle smoothed gently across my labia.I quivered at his touch, a long moan escaping my mouth. He grabbed my legs shoving them over one of his shoulders.
“Lift your bottom,” he demanded gruffly. “And hurry or I’m tearing them off.”
I swallowed, using him as leverage to lift my ass off the table.
“Such a good girl.” He slid the thin material over my bottom, my thighs, and my knees. His hand circled my ankles. “Ankles crossed. Legs all the way up.” He helped me obey and then stood. Twisting my panties around my ankles until they were essentially cuffs, he sat back down. “Hold ‘em up,” he commanded and kissed the back of my thighs with his hot wet tongue.
I made a garbled cry, and my legs fell a little.
