Page 42 of Taking Her Medicine

“I want to hear you. Put your hand down, kitten.”

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I moved my other hand over my mouth, pressing them over my lips so he wouldn’t be able to hear me at all.

“Drop your hands.”

I shook my head. Aaron smacked each of my inner thighs, the pain flaring but quickly replaced with heat that morphed into a hot, languid feeling pooling throughout my body.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I begged, but he abandoned his hold and reached under his bed.

“I bet you are.” Thick black leather bands clamped around each of my ankles. Aaron was not playing. He took my wrists and restrained them in the same fashion. I jerked against the material, but I wasn’t going anywhere until he made the decision to release my limbs.

He returned to my line of sight and brought the crop down against my mound. I thrashed against my bound limbs, but there was no wiggle room. The crop left sharp kisses in every spot it touched, and tears fell down my cheeks with abandon.

I cried from the sensations crashing through me, an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure I never wanted to end. “Please let me touch you, Sir.”

“Not yet, kitten. If you can’t follow directions, you’ll have to wait.”

“Please, Sir?” I begged, my voice strained and hoarse. I yanked at my wrists, but the restraints held fast. “I need to touch you.”

“Still not listening?” Aaron clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’ll have to find another way to get your ears to work.”

Oh, I don’t like the sound of that.

I immediately stopped struggling but it didn’t matter. Aaron patted my head and left his bedroom. My thoughts ran absolutely wild with the possibilities. What was he going to do to me? A few minutes ticked by, but there was nothing I could do to speed things along.

Aaron returned and set something down on his nightstand. He winked, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. Whatever he had planned was likely devious, but it meant more pleasure for me. “Sassy little thing.”

“I’ll behave, Sir.”

“Yes, kitten.” He pressed something hard against my tight pucker. “You will.”

Before I could ask him about lube, a soft, wet object slid inside of me. I immediately clenched around it, and a burning sensation flared my nerves. “Oh! Oh, Sir!” I wailed. “I don’t like it.”

“It’s ginger. The more you clench, the more oil it releases—and the hotter it will feel.”

“Please take it out?”

“Not yet.” He reached for something out of my line of sight. A buzzing noise sounded in between my legs and a strong vibration pulsed against my clit.

Oh, no.

I was in trouble.

I whimpered pitifully, unable to move away from the powerful hum of the vibrator.

“Is my girl rethinking her behavior?”

Aaron calling me this made my belly flip, and my heart soar. If I wasn’t already so aroused, those words would have brought me there. “Yes, Sir.”

His grin was almost predatory, like a cat who’d trapped a canary in his clutches, and the pulsing grew stronger as he turned up the speed. I came hard, screaming his name.

“Good girl.” He shut off the vibrator and removed the plug of ginger from my ass. “Let’s drink some water.” He tipped the bottle to my lips, and I drank sloppily. “We’re not in a rush, kitten.”

Aaron assisted me in drinking the rest of the water, a little at a time while rubbing my head and kissing my neck. “My head feels like I’m floating, Sir.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Are you done using me?” I added sweetness on top of my question so he would read into it. If he needed more, I was willing to give it.

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