Page 15 of Taking Her Medicine

I shrugged. He seemed to take my lack of a reply as lack of motivation and mouthed my clit while I writhed, unable to stay still. His tongue seriously needed an award. Aaron continued to finger me while his tongue worked, pumping his digit in and out of my pussy, hitting my sweet spot. My head lolled back as he pleasured me fully. “Will… will you be my daddy?”

“Are you sure you want me to be?”

“Uh.” A harsh slap bounced off my mound. I snapped my head up and caught his gaze. “Aaron!” I protested. “What do I need to do for you to accept?”

He moved from the action in between my legs. Unbuckling the belt with flair, he took each of my wrists in turn and rubbed them allowing the circulation to return. With the restraints free he removed my bra, leaving me naked. Aaron wrapped an arm around me, shifting my body so I had to look up to see his eyes “Beg.”

“I don’t know how to beg.”

“Do you need a lesson?”

I bit down on my lip, studying his handsome face. I wasn’t even sure I could make the right combination of words string together to convey how badly I wanted him to take on that role in my life. “N-no.”

“Prove it.”

I swallowed hard, gathering resolve. It was probably more of a formality anyhow. Aaron told me he wanted to be called Daddy. I needed to prove that I was worthy of calling him such a title, but that would come later. I ran a hand across his tee-shirt and lifted it over his head so I had access to his skin. Licking a long line across his collarbone, I nibbled his neck and kissed him. We tasted one another, as if it were the very first time we kissed, and I pulled away. “Please?”

Aaron slid his hand under my ponytail flush against my scalp and tugged. The sudden pinch of pain brought a new rush of liquid arousal between my thighs.

“You can do better than that.”

“Pretty please?” I practically purred.

His cell phone buzzed on the nightstand and he turned his head to glare at it.

“It’s work.” He held up a finger and released my ponytail. “Hold that thought.”

“You could fuck me while you talk.”

“Can you be completely silent, kitten?”

“Only if you gag me.”

“Tempting.” Aaron answered the phone on the third ring. “This is Dr. York.”

After two years of flirting with my sexy next-door neighbor, forming a friendship with him, being trapped underneath his muscled body without release… and then having it grind to a halt because of a phone call? It was like blowing out the candles on your birthday cake, but not getting to eat a piece.

“What days do you need covered?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. What time?” Aaron glanced up at the ceiling. “Text me the details. I’ll see what I can do.”

It sounded like the hospital—which equaled less time with him. I didn’t even try to disguise my pouting, my arms crossed over my chest.

He stuck the finger of his free hand into my mouth, pulled it out and slid it in again. I had no choice but to allow him access. “I didn’t leave under bad circumstances.” Aaron continued the motion while he spoke on the phone, finger-fucking my mouth as if it were his cock.

I drooled as he did it, wanting more than ever to suck him off.

“No, Barbara. It was the hours.” He swirled the tip of his finger against my tongue and I clamped down with my teeth. “Fucking hell.” Aaron swallowed hard. “Sorry. I’ve got a crappy cell service at the moment and thought I lost you. Please continue.”

I smirked around him, sucking harder on his intruding digit.

“I’ll check and get back to you. Bye.” Aaron popped his finger out of my mouth. “Naughty little thing. You obviously need that lesson more than I thought.”

Something about his word choices, the resolve in his features, and the dominance oozing from his damn pores struck me all at once. I was rendered speechless. He picked up the forgotten belt and rolled out of bed. He tapped the center of the mattress with his other hand. “Stand and bend over the bed.”

“I don’t want you to use that on me.”

“If you trust me, baby girl, then move your ass where I told you to put it.”

Shit.

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