Page 40 of Taking Her Medicine

“No, not at all.” He shoved the material of my shirt aside, exposing my shoulder, and bit down. His teeth nibbled along my tender skin, and he breathed across the place where he’d marked me. “Tonight I want to use your body to block out this awful pain. Are you up for that, kitten?” Aaron increased the pressure on my neck. “Will you let Daddy make you his naughty little toy?”

“Will I have my colors?”

“Yes, Zoelle.”

“Do I get a safeword?” My heart hammered against my chest and I wondered if it was loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes.” His voice came out hoarse and deeper than I’d ever heard it.

“If it will make you feel better, Daddy, then I trust you to make my body weep for you.”

“Such a good,goodgirl.” He emphasized each word with a hard slap to my ass. “Strip.”

“You or me?”

“You. Take your clothes off.”

I underestimated the task of removing my clothes while Aaron kept his hold on my neck. I managed to kick off my slippers, peel the tight leggings down and off, as well as my sexy panties, but the top section proved to be a challenge. I crossed my arms, taking a hold of the bottom of my shirt, and tugged it up to his hand. He released me long enough for the shirt to be removed, and he undid my bra. Spinning me around, he caught me against his chest and kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His mouth possessed mine as he claimed me, and I was helpless to fight the endorphin rush overpowering my body. Aaron shucked out of his scrubs, tank top, and boxers, tossing them into the hamper before pinning me to the wall with his heated gaze. I lifted my hair off my neck; it was impossibly warm all of a sudden. He licked the back of my neck, up to the shell of my ear.

“Get in the shower.”

I was out of my element, but he needed me. He was going to push against my limits, but it would get him to a better place emotionally—and I’d get a huge release. A win-win for the two of us. I stepped into the stream and he followed me, pressing me against the tiled wall. Aaron lifted me up, and I braced as best as I could while he thrust inside my dripping pussy, wet for whatever he had planned.

Water rained down over our bodies as his cock pumped in and out of my slickness, clenching around him as he fucked me. I was not used to the sensation—we always used condoms—but I loved it. Aaron suddenly pulled out, and set me down on the floor. Without a word, I wrapped my hand around his erection and took him into my mouth. His cock sputtered and released and I swallowed every drop. I sank back onto my haunches, reluctantly allowing him to pull back from my mouth, and I wiped my thumb across my lips.

“You’re such a sweet little thing.”

“Th-thank you, Daddy.”

Though he needed an actual shower more than me, he helped me to my feet and washed my hair first. That sweetness combined with his almost animalistic handling of my body pushed all of my buttons. Aaron squeezed a clean, citrus-scented gel onto a washcloth and took his time thoroughly washing each and every inch of my body. He focused on my pussy lips, lightly running his fingers over each of them before removing the shower nozzle from its base and spraying each one. I shivered from the delicious vibrations the water caused.

“Please go faster, Daddy.”

“Not until you’re completely clean.”

Aaron spread my cheeks, dipping a finger inside my tight hole, cleaning my most intimate spot. My face heated with embarrassment from his intrusion. His finger moved in and out, stretching me a little. He’d promised to claim me there, and the action left me aroused and sore. “I’m clean,” I protested. “Seriously. I’m clean.”

He grabbed the back of my neck and spun me toward the wall. Landing a flurry of stinging smacks across my ass, followed by several more, he repeated the pattern until my heels danced off the shower floor.

“Does my sexy little kitten think she’s in charge?”

“Nuh-no, Daddy. Of course not,” I said, panting. “You’re in charge.”

“That’s right. And if you keep pushing for me to go faster, sweetheart, I’ll slow it down even more. Perhaps we’ll clean out the inside of you as well.” Aaron slapped each of my upper thighs. “You wouldn’t like that, would you?” he growled against my ear.

I nearly came just from the thought of him sliding a thick tube up my ass, watching me squirm as he administered an enema. It was a taboo fantasy, one I wasn’t even sure I would enjoy, but the threat coming from him turned me on. “Yes, Daddy.”

Aaron slowly turned me to face him. “Oh. Our scene gets more interesting by the hour as I mentally add more fun things to do you.” He winked. “I can’t wait to get you strapped down to my table, naked and begging for me to touch you in all your private places.”

“Tonight?”

“Not tonight. We still have a lot to negotiate and my exam table is in the basement of the lake house.” Aaron tweaked my right nipple, and I pushed against his fingers. “Now it’s your turn to wash me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I pumped shampoo into my palm, rubbing my hands together and moving through his wet locks. I bit down on my lip as I massaged his head, wanting to stroke my fingers along the rest of his body. I remembered his warning about him slowing down the pacing of our time together. Pouting slightly, I tipped his head back until the water ran clear and did the same process with the conditioner. Moving to the body wash, I opted to squeeze it directly into my hands. Aaron cocked an eyebrow, but I ignored the potential warning. I started at his shoulders, rubbing, kneading, massaging more than I washed until I landed on his hips. Dipping lower, I teased the top of his crotch, lightly stroking the base of his cock before holding my hands up. “Whoops. I ran out of soap.”

Aaron picked up the bottle and motioned for my hands. Tipping the body wash, he squirted way more product than I needed. “There. Now you can’t run out.”

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