Page 41 of Taking Her Medicine

I sank down to my knees so I could get a better view of the lower half of his body. I returned my hands to the happy trail on his stomach, and kept contact with his skin all the way down to his cock. I rubbed harder than I had any other part of his body, applying just the right of amount of pressure. His head fell back on his shoulders. “Oh, god, kitten.”

I loved the way he responded, making me feel like some sort of goddess, and allowing me to see him vulnerable, as I continued to pump my hands up and down his shaft. “Do you want me to stop?”

“You better not.”

I washed his cock and his balls, rinsing them both clean with the shower nozzle, and trailed my finger toward his asshole.

“Zoelle,” he warned, but I knew better. I wouldn’t tease him there. It might be funny for a minute, but then he’d inevitably find something new to tormentmytight hole with—as he had done before—and I wouldn’t be laughing anymore.

No. I’d be turned on.

Pushing the thoughts away, I reached behind him and washed his thighs and butt.

It should be a sin to have that nice of a behind and hide it in scrubs all day.

I pinched his left cheek.

“Watch your claws, kitten.”

“Sorry, Daddy. I thought you fell asleep.” I gave him what I thought was an innocent smile, but my lip twitched.

“Mmm hmm.” Aaron twirled the knobs of the faucet, cutting off the water, and stepped out. “You are such a good girl even when you tease me.” He held his hand out, tugging me toward him.

Shaking out a fluffy gray towel, he dried off my body, spending extra attention around my breasts, licking each of my nipples and drying them again. I giggled when he did it, but Aaron parted my legs with the base of his hand. Laughter died on my lips as he knelt down and mouthed my pussy. He went faster and my knees nearly buckled from the pleasure rolling through me.

“D-Daddy,” I moaned. “I can’t stay standing when you do that.”

Aaron stood up, his eyes locked on mine as he got to his feet. He picked me up into his arms, and I instinctively looped my legs around his waist. “What’s your safeword, kitten?”

My brain failed to provide an adequate response. “Sassy?”

“Pick something you don’t say often.”

“Watermelon.”

“Got it.”

“I’m getting nervous…”

“Don’t think about anything. Focus on the sensations, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“For the rest of the night—or until I tell you to stop—call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Aaron positioned me on the bed so my head hung lower than my ass. He slapped both of my buttocks with his callused palm, warming them up before switching to a leather paddle, one he hadn’t used on me before. Its bite snapped a terrible stingy pattern along my burning globes. I pressed into each stroke, relaxing further with every blow. “Sir,” I managed.

“Talk to me.” He pulled my head up and kissed me. His fingers kneaded against my scalp, pulling lightly on my hair, and I moaned into his mouth. “What are you feeling?”

“Every sensation is crashing against me, like a wave.”

“Are you relaxed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Flipping me onto my back, he raised one of my legs and struck my pussy lips with a riding crop. Stinging kisses from the leather flapper bounced off my pussy, and I lost count in my head at how many rained down against my sensitive flesh. One stroke landed close to my clit, and I clapped my hand to my mouth to keep from screaming.

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