Page 23 of Taking Her Medicine

“I guess, but it’s not like what I did was anything out of the ordinary. It didn’t make a difference.”

“Yes, sweetheart, itdid. You had an impact on two separate households today for different reasons. Look at the last one on your list. You made a friend at the coffee shop? I bet you made her day.”

“She’ssosweet! Her parents divorced right before she went to college. After she graduated college and nursing school, she decided to stay here. She’s sort of like the little sister I always wanted.”

Her new friend sounded like one of the younger nurses at work. “What is her name?”

“Becca Pierce.”

“Becca works at the clinic with me. Sheisvery sweet. I’m glad you went out today and bumped into her.”

“Me too.”

We lived in a mid-sized town. The clinic was not far away from the coffee shop. It warmed my heart to know they spent time together. From the interactions at work, albeit professional, I believed the two women had a lot more in common than they realized. I’d have to poke my little princess later, and encourage her to spend more time with Becca.

“You’ve done some amazing things today, kitten.” I set the notebook on the coffee table.

“Tomorrow I want you to text me after you do each task, and I’ll check in with you periodically. If you haven’t sent me at least two messages by noon, then I’m going to adjust your schedule in order for you to get them done.”

“I promise to send you a message. How’d you get so patient?”

“When you become a doctor you get a lot of patients.”

“Oh, mygod,” she groaned. “Such a cheesy joke.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“No, Daddy! You’renota joke.”

She tickled my ribs and I caught both her hands in one of mine. “Are you in a better place now or do you need something else?”

“I need… something else.” Her lower lip trembled. She liked being restrained even with my hands, and her nipples pebbled beneath the layers of clothing. I wanted better access, and had no choice but to release my grip. Lifting her sweater over her head, I yanked it off and repeated the process with her silky teal camisole. Unhooking the last garment with flair, a lacey turquoise bra, I dropped it on the couch. Sucking on each of her peaks, I loved how they hardened as I pinched them between my fingers.

“Would you ever consider getting your nipples pierced, kitten?”

“Not really,” she purred. “One of my friends had them done. She said even the wind from a gentle fan in her own house bothered her for at least six months.”

“Are we pretending you’re not into pain?”

“I’m not into pain.”

I decided to test a theory. We both knew she was wired differently than most. I covered her nipple with my mouth, and dragged my teeth along it.

Her head lolled back on her shoulders. “I’m really not.”

Moving to the other side, I did the same and increased the pressure. Zoelle writhed against my crotch. I smacked each of her glorious breasts hard. Her mouth opened and closed, but moans of pleasure fell out. Her eyes snapped open, and they blazed with desire.

“Your pupils say otherwise.” Licking the salt off her skin, I hungered for more and took her right nipple into my mouth, suckling it, rolling my tongue around the dusky pink tip.

“Oh, please, Daddy…”

“What do you want, kitten?”

Zoelle gestured to her other nipple. “It’s so neglected.”

“We can’t have that.” I tweaked her left one, pinching and rolling it as I had on the other side, following the same path with my tongue.

“M-my kitty is neglected too.”

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