Page 18 of Taking Her Medicine

“Pizza won’t be here for at least thirty minutes. We have plenty of time to talk after we eat.” He traced the shell of my ear with his tongue and nipped my earlobe harder than I’d anticipated. Pain flared my nerves. I was wired differently, and he knew just how to touch me.

“I’m nervous about our conversation topics,” I stated simply. It was getting hard to focus again especially with him actively distracting me.

“We’re not talking right now, so don’t worry about it.”

“You don’t understand.” He smacked my right buttock followed by my left, and I jumped from the impact. “Aaron…”

“What?”

“I’m not in the mood.”

He shoved aside the gusset of my panties, dipping a finger inside my pussy. My head fell back against his shoulder. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

“Everything you do turns me on, but I’ve got our discussion on my mind.”

Aaron added another digit and my breath hitched in my throat. He plunged his fingers in and out of me until I clawed at his arm, shamefully aroused by his actions. I pressed his hand deeper into my heat. His thick, erect cock teased my thighs, and I stroked it with my hand.

“Do you want me to fuck you standing up or lying down, kitten?”

He hadn’t asked me if I wanted to have sex, but ratherhowI’d like to have sex—and it threw me for a loop. Aaron was so unlike any other man I’d been with. Dominant in and out of the bedroom while considering my needs and my wants. The question rattled around in my brain. He shucked out of his jeans as I debated the answer. “Standing up.”

“There’s condoms in my nightstand. Grab one.”

I strutted over to it, an extra bounce in my step, feeling sexier than ever in my cute panties, and retrieved a silver packet.

“Strip for me.”

I loved the authoritative twinge in his tone, and I danced the panties to my thighs, giving him a show as I bent and removed them completely. I repeated the pattern with my bra along my arms, and threw it onto his bed. “I’m naked.”

“I can see that,” he growled. “Get over here.”

I didn’t think I could get any more aroused, but the combination of his sexy commands along with the way he watched me somehow increased it. I watched in rapt attention as he unbuttoned his dress shirt with unnecessary slowness, each button teasing a little flash of flesh until he dropped it to the floor, leaving him clad in navy boxer briefs and a gray tank. I reached forward and yanked the shirt off of him, kissing a line over his abs, along his chest, all the way to his mouth. He indulged my mouth, claiming it with his tongue, but pulled away faster than I would have liked.

Aaron spun me around and bent me at the waist. The condom packet ripped open, and he plunged himself deep into my dripping pussy. One of his hands grabbed both of my wrists, effectively pinning them behind my back. I was completely at his mercy, and he had a full view of my intimate parts. Instead of feeling embarrassed, the knowledge upped my arousal. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy.”

Aaron increased his speed, stretching me as his thick cock pumped in and out of me. He filled me completely in both width and girth, and I moaned.

“Purr for me, kitten.” He tugged on my ponytail, but the elastic popped, my hair escaping, spilling over my head. I hope it looked as sexy as I imagined it. I was not going to last much longer, and as soon as the thought reached my brain, my pussy spasmed. I came hard screaming his name as I fought to stay in one spot. He dug his fingers into my hips, keeping me still as he hit his own peak. Aaron withdrew from my slick heat. Shuddering, I almost came again from the sensation. “You spoil me.”

“Good. That’s what I was aiming for, Zoelle.” He helped me to stand and turned me around. “The pizza will be here in a few.”

“Yup.” I watched him gather his strewn clothing along with mine, tossing all of it into the hamper. He shrugged on a pair of lounge pants and a dark gray tee-shirt that readCoffee. Stat.It fit his attitude since he’d advised me on New Year’s Day that he needed at least one cup of coffee before talking or making any major decisions in the morning.

I smirked as he left his room, and I shimmied into the outfit he had set out for me. If only I could quell the nerves overwhelming my thoughts. Talking about my wants and needs as we covered rules and consequences was not a conversation I was looking forward to. It needed to happen in order to set up our dynamic on the right foot, but it was a lot to process.

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Pizza from my favorite Italian restaurant hit the spot. I wolfed down two pieces in between long sips of beer. I reached for a third slice, but I wasn’t hungry anymore. That wasn’t quite true, either.

It was a stalling tactic.

Aaron closed the lid of the box on my hands. “We’ve got a lot to talk about tonight, Zoelle.”

“I’m eating.”

“You can have another piece after our conversation. Let’s go sit on the couch.”

Grumbling, I resigned myself to do as he asked, abandoning the pizza with a sigh. Sashaying into his living room, swinging my hips more than usual, I made a show of my steps. Aaron smacked either side of my ass playfully as if he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, but I was in defense mode. “Did you distract me with lots of orgasms, Daddy, so I’d be more open to your rules?”

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