Page 14 of Taking Her Medicine

Something about his authoritative tone sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I stopped laughing. Aaron wasted no time removing my jacket, my boots, and my socks all the way down to my glittery coral-colored bra and panties. He murmured approvingly before yanking his belt through the loops of his jeans, and using it to pin my hands to his headboard.

“Aaron.”

“That is my name. It’s a good idea to say it a few more times; really test it out, kitten. I’ll make you scream it later.”

Whatever else I’d been poised to say died on my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. His jeans came off next, leaving him in a tee-shirt and black boxer briefs. Aaron climbed on top of me. I arched my hips trying in vain to rub against him, but he straddled me and kept me still. Pushing aside the pretty fabric of my bra, he popped my right breast out of its confines and scraped his teeth across my nipple. Then he repeated the gesture with my other breast. Aaron alternated sides using his fingers as much as his teeth, blowing across each one. He sucked on them as I squirmed against the mattress, pitifully unable to do anything other than enjoy the attention he lavished upon my flesh.

“Sir,” I said.

“Don’t use a title we haven’t discussed, Zoelle. You’ll get a side of me I haven’t properly introduced you to.”

“W-what does that mean?”

He shifted his position, pulling back so I could see his face. “Two things. First, if I’m punishing you for breaking a rule, you’ll use it. Second, if we’re actively in a scene, I’d expect it. Otherwise, don’t use it unless I tell you to.”

“What if it slips out?”

“That’s different, but it hasn’t happened any other time. Appealing to my better nature in order to get what you want?” He pinched my right nipple in between his finger and thumb and I yelped. “Whatisit you want?”

“I want a boyfriend.”

“Would you like me to be your boyfriend, sweetheart?”

The directness of the question rendered me speechless. He ensnared my hips in both of his hands and massaged them roughly. I tested the belt, but I was restrained with little to no wiggle room. Tugging my wrists in vain, I grumbled in frustration. “I can’t answer you. You’re a fucking—”

Aaron tweaked my left nipple hard and the pain left me breathless. “A fucking what, kitten?” His lip curled up as he observed my predicament.

I shook my head.

“When I ask you a question, Zoelle, I want a verbal answer.” He dragged his teeth along my chest and up to my throat, nipping it.

“Am I right about the pain thing?”

“Inflicting pain for the sole purpose of hurting someone does not interest me nor does seeing someone in pain when I’m working. What interests me is spanking you to orgasm. Or inserting a metal rod into the tight ring of your ass, and stretching you until you come hard. Now that I’ve answered your question, answer mine.”

I opened my mouth, intending to give a smartass reply, but his eyes gleamed as they studied mine, and I pressed my lips together. “I don’t know how to answer you. I’d rather not say anything at all.”

“It’s easier for you to pretend to be in a situation rather than experience it. Your own imagination can’t hurt you, sweetheart. But it can’t fulfill you either.”

His assessment covered the heart of the matter better than I could have explained. I bit the inside of my cheek. “You’re right. You can’t hurt me if we aren’t together.”

“Give us a chance, Zoelle. We should at least give it a go and see what happens.” He ran his finger along my lower lip. “What do you say?”

“You have an unfair advantage.”

“Perhaps.”

“Yes, I want to see where we go even though I’m afraid of where it might lead.” He was so different than any other man I’d ever been with. I stared at him, trying to gather the courage I’d had on my way to his house. I wanted this exact scenario to play out. What the heck was my problem?

“Fear is an awful state of mind to be in. It could be some of the residual crap in your brain from a long time ago playing on your deepest, darkest insecurities. Could even explain your fear of doctors. Maybe it’s because you were held down for something uncomfortable, or you felt like you didn’t have a say in what was being done to your body. When I finally get to strap you down to an exam table, sweetheart, you’ve got all of the control. If you call ‘red,’ everything stops.”

“I was sick a lot when I was a kid,” I recalled. “No one ever took my needs into consideration. The nurses would hold me down to draw blood or give me a shot instead of explaining why the procedure or test or whatever needed to happen. It left me hating the professionals who were supposed to help me.”

“I’m so proud of you for sharing.” Aaron licked my collarbone down to my navel. “What else do you need?”

“I don’t know.” He moved his mouth lower and sucked on my clit through the silky fabric of my panties. I thrashed, but his belt held me fast. Aaron removed the tiny slip of clothing and sucked on my nub. His oral skills tipped the charts. “I, uh, need a daddy.”

He stopped mid-action and glanced up the long line of my body. “Do you have someone in mind?”

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