Page 11 of Taking Her Medicine

“Like butt stuff?” Her breath caught in her throat.

“Well, I’ve got extensive knowledge of anatomy including that part of your body,” I teased her gently. “I’m not bragging when I say how quickly I can get you to peak.”

“No kidding. You made me come so freaking fast.” Zoelle shifted and laid her head on my chest. “I wish my stupid throat didn’t hurt so we could do fun things instead.”

“We’ve got plenty of time. Be patient.” Rubbing the top of her head and down to her shoulders, I felt the tension leaving her body. She had quite the day and I wanted her calm before bed to ensure a restful night’s sleep. We sat in silence for a few minutes, and though I wanted to hear her response, it was more important for her to get rested.

“So, um, I’ve wanted to be with someone who makes the decisions most of the time. I make so many at my job that I’d like a break once in a while. I want a man who knows what he wants in the bedroom and tells me what to do.” Her fingers trailed up to my hair, and she massaged my head lightly as she talked. “I’m adventurous and kinky for sure, but I don’t want to think—at least in the bedroom. I know what my limits are, and I’ll happily write them down if needed.”

“Share one fantasy you’ve had about me.”

“Oh, my god, I can’t!” Zoelle perched up on an elbow, her hold on me abandoned. “I’m embarrassed…”

“You like a little bit of humiliation though, don’t you?”

“How did you figure that out, Aaron?”

“Your cheeks flushed a hundred different shades of pink when you brought out the thermometer. If the route had been oral, I doubt you would have blushed as much.” I stroked a knuckle against her cheek. “I won’t judge you,” I added, hoping to prompt her into sharing.

“The stuff you did this afternoon came close to some of the fantasies I’ve had.”

“You’ve had multiple fantasies about me?”

“Cut it out or I won’t tell you!” she threatened, looking even cuter with her face scrunched up in mock irritation.

“Name one.”

“It started with us making plans to go out somewhere and I got cold feet and pretended I wasn’t feeling good. You came over to see if I was all right, and uh, it ended with me getting punished after you checked my temperature.”

“In your fantasy how did I punish you?”

Zoelle laid against the mattress on her back, staring up at me. She brushed a hand across each of her nipples; the thin fabric outlined her pebbled tips and I wanted to suck on them. I reached across to increase the pressure on each of her sensitive peaks.

“Y-you spanked me,” she managed.

“I spanked you for pretending to be sick?”

“You spanked me because I wasn’t honest, and I lied about being sick.”

“Two lies.” I trailed a finger down the front of her pants, tracing her clit through the soft cotton fabric. “Two lies would earn you not only a spanking, but you’d also get your naughty mouth washed out with soap. I won’t tolerate lying, little girl.”

“When you call me little girl, my… my brain turns into mush.”

“I should have asked if it’s even a name you’d like to be called.”

“Only by you.”

I swallowed hard. My calling her little girl pointed at the possibility of her becoming mine. It had been so long since I flexed my Daddy muscles, and yet I wanted to do it for her. She was the sweetest little thing. I brushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “I’m happy to hear you say that, and I’d love to stay and talk some more, but it’s getting late. Climb under the covers and I’ll tuck you in.”

“Do you remember where my spare key is?”

“Yeah, you have that cute unicorn statue in your rock garden. Don’t worry. I’ll put it back.”

“Thank you, Aaron.” Her lips curved up into a smile. “You really are a lifesaver.”

“I don’t know about all that.” I got up and assisted her under the blankets. “If you still have a fever, anything over one hundred tomorrow, you should take acetaminophen. Do you have the liquid form?”

“Yeah.” She pouted slightly and the sight tugged on my heartstrings.

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