Page 45 of Taking Her Medicine

I nodded. He looked so sweet half asleep. It was something I wanted to see more often. Padding off to his bathroom. I finger brushed my teeth, and made a mental note to buy a toothbrush to keep at his house, which led me to think about pajamas. Hell, it would be easier to just leave an overnight bag. I thought fondly about our time together. My heart galloped in my chest as he had stared at me, and thankfully he spoiled my body rotten, kissing every inch of my skin, as if he were worshiping me. I wasn’t kidding when I told Aaron that we connected on a deeper level. It was absolutely true.

I scampered down the hallway to the kitchen to use the French press. The aroma smelled so good, and I leaned a hip against the counter, hugging myself as it brewed. I poured Aaron a tall mug, added less cream than sugar and fixed my own cup. I shuffled back to the bedroom, and set the coffees down on his nightstand. He rolled toward the center of the bed, and pulled me in next to him. I handed him the coffee without a word, and we sat curled up next to each other sipping the magic bean juice until our cups were drained down almost to the last bit.

“How did you get through medical school without people talking to you in the morning?”

“Well, kitten, if you don’t go to bed until seven o’clock in the morning, it’s easy.”

“That sounds like a personal level of hell.”

“It wasn’t fun, but I love being a doctor. That’s all I wanted to do when I was growing up, and honestly the academic portion came easier than the hands-on shit.” Aaron got out of bed and went to the bathroom, but the door cracked open.

“Do you want red velvet brownies for breakfast?”

“Brownies are most definitelynota breakfast food, kitten.”

“So, what do you want?”

“Unless you’re hungry right now, let’s go out for brunch. We can have another cup of coffee, talk about some things, and then go to the diner. There’s this out of the way greasy spoon not too far from work.”

“It’s not a good idea to arrive at the clinic in one car.”

Aaron strutted out of the bathroom. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees us together. Right?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I held up my hands in mock surrender. “It’s been on my mind though among other things.” He had gone to sleep in just boxers, and I licked my lips as he stood there.

“What else is on your mind, kitten?”

“Things.” I gulped the last of my coffee and placed the mug on the nightstand.

“Naughty things?”

“When it comes to you it’sallnaughty, Daddy.” Aaron jumped from his spot by the bathroom door and catapulted onto the bed. “Eek!”

“Tell me.” He trailed a line of kisses up my leg.

“The intimate exam you mentioned the day at the clinic.”

“You mentioned it, kitten.” Aaron tugged at the waistband of my panties. “I’d love to kidnap you and bring you to my lake house for one.”

“I love the idea of going away with you, but we’ll never get out of this bed if you start playing with me.” With the number of hours he was working, it didn’t seem likely that we’d go on vacation anytime soon.

“So fucking tempting,” he snickered. “You’re right. What did you want to talk about? I’m much more awake.”

“I’m a little confused. What happened to me?”

“You hit subspace pretty hard, Zoelle. Have you ever engaged in a serious scene?”

“I’ve been spanked a couple times, but never for more than a few minutes. After I came down from the high—or whatever it’s called—the next clear memory I have is eating a brownie and drinking out of a sippy cup.”

“I brought you out to the couch, wrapped up in blankets since your temperature can drop slightly from the endorphin rush. Sipping water staves off dehydration and the chocolate plays off those feel-good sensors in your brain.” He shifted slightly so his head was on my chest, and I rubbed my fingers through his hair. “You came out of it, but you were in little space.”

“Yeah, I remember it, but it was sort of like swimming with my eyes open for a while. My head was foggy, but the macaroni and the brownies helped a lot.” I blew out a breath. “Will it happen every time we play?”

“I don’t know, it’s so different for every person. There is a likely chance you’ll hit it after I strap you down to an exam table. I have quite a few ideas that will intensify the scene, so I’ll be better prepared when we get there. We’ll talk more about limits.”

“I’ve had wicked fantasies about you performing a naughty exam on me, Daddy. You wouldn’t have to do much to get me there.”

Aaron kissed my collarbone before moving up to sit next to me, decreasing the space between us. “Oh, but I want to do lots and lots of things to you, kitten.”

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