Page 16 of Taking Her Medicine

I’d bitten off more than I could chew. “But, I’ve never—”

“One.”

I scurried into position faster than I had ever moved in my life, and my bottom popped up for his correction. “Please don’t use your belt, Sir.”

“I’m not punishing you, Zoelle. Drop the title.”

“W-what are you doing?”

“Teaching you how to beg.” He slapped his palm against my cheeks. “Do it properly and you’ll get exactly what you want.”

“I want you to be my daddy.” Aaron landed the belt across the lowest curve of my ass. I hissed from the unexpected bite of pain. My bottom ached in the most delicious way, but I was not yet ready to cave. Another strike was followed by several more, lighting up my nerves and causing arousal to build within me. Then the leather bit into my right cheek especially harshly. Dancing up on my heels, I whined. “Please!”

Two more stinging blows kissed my upper thighs. “Please what, kitten?”

“You already know what I want.”

“Ask the right question, sweetheart.” He snapped the strap across both cheeks, repeating the pattern several times.

Four fast lines of fire burned across my tender skin, and I screamed. “Please be my daddy and only my daddy forever and always!” I dropped my head, utterly embarrassed. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. Aaron planted a kiss on my temple.

“Yes, princess.” He kissed the sweet hollow of my neck. “Yes, I’ll be your daddy.”

Trailing more kisses, his tongue teased spots along my spine, ending at my burning thighs. I was putty in his freaking hands, but there were other things on my mind.

“Do you have that sort of time to dedicate to us or are you going to be too busy?” I questioned him because of the one-sided conversation that had interrupted our fun. It sounded like he was about to become busier, spreading himself thin between two places of work.

“I promise to make time for you, Zoelle. I can’t change the past, but I’ll keep my promise moving forward. We can talk about it later.” His erection pressed against my thighs, distracting me.

“Mmm. Yeah, we can. You’re rock hard.”

“That’s your fault, sweetheart. You and your delicate pink tongue sucking on my fingers when I was on an important phone call,” he growled. “Find a way to make it up to me.”

I grabbed a pillow and went cross-legged on the floor so I was at the perfect height to suck him. Teasing his cock out of his boxers, I did my best to keep my face neutral. Dr. Sexy Scrubs packed serious heat between his legs—thick, long, and uncut. I smacked my lips absentmindedly.

“I’m not a meal.”

“Says you.” Rubbing his shaft briskly, spitting to lubricate it as I went, I placed my mouth over the head and glided up and down, working my lips. He tasted fucking amazing. I hummed, focused on making him feel as good as he made me feel, loving the sensation of his cock in my mouth. I glanced up at him occasionally as I worked him. His head was thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I cupped a hand underneath his balls; the extra stimulation seemed to push him over the edge, and he grunted.

“You’re so fucking hot, kitten.” Aaron reached down and stroked my head. “Get up here.”

I obeyed and he positioned me near the headboard, my legs open and my knees splayed. Aaron rolled on a condom and thrust into me without preamble. He stretched me as he entered, but the pleasure surpassed any discomfort, and endorphins swirled through my body. The speed of his thrusting steadily increased, and though I tried to keep my knees up, they fell to the side. He changed positions, turning me around to take me from behind. The new angle allowed him deeper access, and I was keenly aware of every inch of him.

Then a hard slap bounced off my ass. “Oh!”

“Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

Oh, god!

His hot command brought me to peak. Aaron mastered my body as if he had read it like a map, his touch rocking me to the core. “I’m going to come.”

“Well, that’s exactly the point,” he chuckled as he spun me around, laying me down completely and raising one leg over my head. He thrust into my pussy, hard and fast.

I was not used to the intensity, and it was all I could do to attempt to match his rhythm. “Aaron!”

“Louder.” He bit down on the sweet hollow of my neck, and the fresh bite of pain catapulted me into the strongest orgasm yet. I screamed his name so loud that I was pretty sure the next-door neighbors could hear me.

Aaron pressed one hand against the wall, bracing his body as his cock spasmed, hitting his own release. I burned that image into my mind: the sweat on his brow, the twitch in his jaw, the arch of his body as he orgasmed. I wanted to play it on repeat after dreaming about it for so long.

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