Page 49 of Motivating Mira

Grabbing the full set, I closed the drawer and doors, ignoring the creaking, and ran to the bedroom. Tossing the stuff onto the bed, I climbed up and got into position and waited.

It felt like an eternity before I heard the door and his chipper voice. “Hi, girlie, I’m home.”

I released a breath and licked my dry lips. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

I felt him behind me before he spoke. It was like an electric charge in the air when he entered. He walked around the room, letting me hold my position and wonder what he was doing.

“You look absolutely stunning like that, girlie.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He touched my bottom, and I lurched not expecting it. “Easy, it’s just me.” He crooned as he started massaging my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. Then I heard the cap of a bottle snap open.

“Reach back and grab your bottom cheeks and spread them for me.”

I obeyed with shaking hands, spreading myself open to his view. My face turning hot as I did.

He blew out a breath. “Fucking stunning. This is going to be cold, girlie,” he said as he dripped cold lube over my pucker.

I yelped, tucking my bottom slightly.

He clicked his tongue. “Naughty, naughty. That’s my little rosebud, and you’re my toy. Don’t you dare take my toy away.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I felt the bed move and he got up on his knees behind me.

“Be still now while I fill that ass up.”

I whimpered, and he thumbed my bottom hole, rubbing the lube in and letting the tip of his appendage enter me. I groaned as he removed his thumb and placed the tip of something else there.

“Relax now, girlie. Don’t fight me. Bear down just a little.”

The little pop I felt as the plug passed my pucker made me hiss. “It burns, Daddy.”

“Just relax and you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want it,” I said quietly.

“Maybe not, but you’re not in control, are you?”

I shook my head in answer.

“That’s an extra stroke with the paddle for not using your words.”

“No, I’m not in control, Daddy.”

“Who is?”

“You are.”

“Right and I put it there to remind you you’re not in control. Not of anything today, not even what goes into your bottom hole, yeah?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He leaned over me, the fly of his pants rubbing on the handle of the butt plug. He kissed my neck, and I let my head fall forward.

“Where did you say the condoms were?”