Page 37 of Taking Her Medicine

“I don’t have a good answer, Sir.” She panted as she caught her breath. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You. Are. Not. A. Bother.” I punctuated each word with a snap of the paddle against her ass. “Say it back to me, kitten.”

“You are not a bother.”

“Naughty little thing.” I sat down on the bed and hauled her over my lap. She knew what I meant.

“That’s what you said, Sir!”

“Yes, kitten. Technically.” I had picked up a few new toys, ones she hadn’t seen yet, and I reached into my nightstand for a stainless steel butt plug and lube. It was bigger than my finger lengthwise but not wider than the last plug I’d used on her. The steel toy didn’t have any give. I squirted the lube onto my finger and deftly inserted it into the tight opening of her ass, moving it in and out to ensure her entrance was properly relaxed for the plug. She squirmed as I twisted my digit inside, lubing her up for what I had in mind.

“P-please, Sir!”

“Say it.”

“I am not a bother, Sir.”

“Say it again, kitten.” I pressed the plug against her pucker, working it slowly into her, allowing Zoelle to get accustomed to the new sensation. It reached its hilt, and she shuddered against me.

“I am not a bother, Sir.”

“Again.” I finished off her punishment with my palm, admiring the rosy hue, bubblegum pink from my correction and hot to the touch.

“I amnota bother, Sir!”

“Good girl.” I grabbed the sanitizer from the nightstand and used it on my hands. “What do you want now, kitten?”

“If… if I tell you, Sir, you might not give it to me.”

“I promise I’ll give you whatever you ask for next.” It was a bold statement but true all the same. I arranged her upright, shifting her off my lap so I could see her face.

“Will you make love to me, Aaron?”

Her request seemed simple, but it was more complicated than she could imagine. Sex was fun, but making love to Zoelle was out of my element. There was something carnal and pleasurable about fucking. You didn’t have to allow complicated thoughts or feelings get in the way. I ran my hands over her body, caressing her soft supple skin as I moved up to her shoulders. “Are you asking for me to be gentler or something else, kitten?”

“I-I want you to kiss every inch of my body.” She licked along her lip and bit down. “I want to get lost in your eyes while you’re deep inside me.” She was so sincere, her plump pink lips begged to be kissed as her tongue darted across them.

Fuck.

I wanted to bury my cock in between the folds of her sex, knowing how wet she was for me. Instead I admired the way her wavy curls framed her face in a golden brown curtain. Running my hands through her silky tresses, I lingered a moment longer as the subtle coconut aroma from her shampoo reached me, and my mouth watered. Though she wanted me to take my time, I wanted to bypass everything and devour her mouth.

Taking a breath, I released the strands of her hair and moved down the length of the bed. Starting at her feet, I kissed the top of each one, rubbing and stroking as I moved up her calves, planting kisses along the way as I traveled to her velvety thighs, kneading my fingers into each one. Dancing my fingers to her hips, I pinched and teased in my exploration of her body. Exploring the sweet hollow of her waist, I licked the same path my fingers had taken, lingering in the places where her muscles released tension.

“Oh,” she said, her breath hitching in her throat. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Good. It’s something I plan on doing all the time.”

I continued my path to her soft belly, kissing around her navel, and up to her incredible breasts. I took each of them into my mouth, kissing and sucking on her nipples, rolling my tongue around her dusky pink tips until they pebbled from my attention. Zoelle murmured soft moans of pleasure while I swept my tongue across the spots I’d missed. I focused on her collarbone, the pocket underneath it where I kissed and rubbed, up to her jawline. She met my mouth with hers, tasting me passionately as I cupped her face, kissing her deeper.

Breaking away slowly from her lips, I smiled before sliding off the bed. I wasted no time in pulling off my sweats and tee-shirt. She licked her lips as she watched, even though she had seen me naked on plenty of occasions. I peeled off my boxers last. Locating a condom with one hand, I tore open the packet and sheathed myself. Climbing back on top of her, I tapped her nose and she giggled.

“You’re my favorite everything, Aaron.”

“You too, kitten.” I plunged my cock into her sopping wet pussy, and she moaned, arching her hips to meet the distance between us. Our breathing fell into the same pattern, increasing our connection as we rocked. Her hands moved through my hair, rubbing my head, down over my shoulders while she whispered sounds of pleasure into my ear. I buried my face in her hair so she wouldn’t see the emotions inevitably playing across my features, but I swallowed around the lump in my throat.

I never jumped into anything without a plan, but making love to my sweet girlfriend forced a thought into my head. One I hadn’t confronted prior to getting involved with her. I wanted to marry Zoelle. I wanted to be her daddy all the time. Last year, I’d never believed myself to be the marrying type, but since I’d knocked on her door a few weeks ago and saw my sick little kitten desperately needing some tender loving care, she’d been on my mind constantly.

Her inner muscles contracted around my cock as she climaxed, and she moaned out my name. I burned the mental image of her mouth falling open while she came, her eyes fluttering shut. I thrust one final time, peaking from the intensity and the way her body reacted to mine, hitting a blissful release. She shuddered as I pulled out of her, and I wrapped my arms around her.

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