Page 43 of Taking Her Medicine

“Don’t answer a question with a question.” He slid his hand against my scalp and tugged once. “But I’m inclined to answer you. No, kitten. I’m not done.”

“Then please continue, Sir.”

“Such an innocent little thing,” he growled and nipped my neck. Aaron left his spot on the bed, rummaging around in a dresser. I imagined he had an actual toybox somewhere, but I’d never gone digging for it. He held up a purple ball gag, one with holes drilled through it. Aaron clasped it behind my head, and tested the strap. “Hum, sweetheart.”

I hummed a few bars of ‘Happy Birthday,’ the only song I could recall with his intense stare watching me.

“Use the song as your safeword while you’re gagged.” He undid the cuffs around my ankles. “Wiggle your toes, tap your feet, kick me—whatever you need to do in order to get my attention. That will be your ‘red.’ Blink three times if you agree.”

I blinked three times, and I swore the smile on his face grew bigger than I’d ever seen. “I wish you could see how utterly beautiful you look strapped down in my bed, kitten. Your hair is wild and free, and you can’t move a muscle.” Aaron twirled the crop in his hands, and brought it down on my nipples.

I screamed behind the gag.

He leaned over me and blew across each of my pebbled peaks. Aaron kissed them in turn before bringing down the crop again. He continued slapping the leather tip against each nipple, one deliberate bite of pain followed by another. The anticipation of where and how he was going to touch me next left me in a wicked state of arousal. Aaron dipped two fingers inside my core and licked off my juices, but I was starting to float.

“You are absolutelysoaked, kitten.” He rolled on a condom and plunged his cock into my sopping wet pussy. He seemed far away from me, though we were connected physically. Tears poured down my cheeks in a steady stream, endorphins flooded my body, and I wiggled my toes. I tried to tap them up and down or kick at his shins, but starbursts prickled behind my eyes.

And Iflew.

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Aaron

“Zoelle!” I called her name louder and shook her shoulder but she didn’t respond. Her pupils were as wide as they could be.

Shit.

I pulled out of her dripping pussy and she shuddered. “Can you hear me, kitten?” I undid the cuffs from her wrists, flexing each of them gently, ensuring her circulation was back to normal. I unstrapped the gag from her head and popped it out of her mouth, wiping away the drool with the back of my hand. “Zoelle?”

I’d been under such a weight of grief, disconnected from the awful emotions I’d been processing that I missed the initial signs of subspace. I’d seen her foot move slightly and halted the action, but she had already zoned out. “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I assured as I disposed of the condom and tugged on a pair of gray sweatpants. “We’re going to the living room.”

I scooped her up along with the comforter and carried her out to the couch. If she didn’t respond soon, I’d have to get a core temperature to make sure she wasn’t experiencing shock. It didn’t happen that often, but it could occur after an intense scene.

“Zoelle?” I rubbed my knuckles along her breastbone. Applying the painful stimuli would snap her out of the daze. “Come on, baby girl. Answer me.”

“Ow!” she yelled and a new round of tears fell down her cheeks. “That really hurt, Daddy!”

“I’m so sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you scared me since you didn’t reply at all.”

“Where are we?”

“You’re on the couch. Stay here a minute. I’ll be right back.” I strode out to the kitchen, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Zoelle stayed in the living room. I grabbed two bottles of water from the pantry and poured them into a large sippy cup. which would be easier for her to drink from. I also brought along three different kinds of chocolate to munch on, plus two of her amazing brownies, which had been cooling on the counter.

She had been so thoughtful, coming to my house and making dinner, knowing how brutal today must have been. I handed her the sippy cup, and she giggled. “I’m not a baby!”

“No, kitten, but youwereout of it. Take a few sips.”

Her hands fumbled to bring the cup to her mouth, and I assisted her. “Thanks, Daddy,” she said softly. “I’m so cold all of a sudden.” I laid another blanket on top of her and then unwrapped a piece of candy but she spotted the brownies. “Oh! Can I have one of those instead?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” I fed her a bite of the red velvet treat and she murmured appreciatively.

“More, please!” Zoelle opened her mouth and I fed her another piece. “That’s like the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. You have to taste it.” She took the brownie out of my hand, put it in her mouth, and then moved her head toward mine.

Her adorableness intensified and I obliged. “Delicious.”

“You should make them again, Daddy!” Zoelle finished the brownie, muttering happy noises while she ate and helped herself to several sips of water. “Wait, I made them.” She rubbed a hand over her forehead. “Why does my head feel so silly?”

“We had an intense scene, princess. It made endorphins rush through your body at dizzying speeds. It’s okay, your head will feel better soon. Keep drinking your water and eating candy.”

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