Page 104 of Dr. Bad Boy

My hands shake as I click on the new email notification.

From: Max Donovan

To: Violet Roberts

Subject: Re: I need to tell you something

Your choice. I come to your office or you meet me at my house.

That’s it?

I re-read my email, then his.

My hands shake even more.

Maybe he didn’t understand.

Maybe he just wants to talk in person.

But as I read his email again, the tone is clear. Max is ordering me to his house. A week ago, that would have made me hot.

Heaven help me…right now it makes me hot. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I furiously wipe away my tears. He wants me to show up? He wants to deal with this like a Dom? I’m there, all right. He can do his worst. But this is not how grown-ups deal with pregnancy news.

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Iopenthe door and don’t give her a chance to speak. I pull her inside and close us off from the rest of the world.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tug her head back. She’s only here because I gave her no choice. And fuck, I know I should send her home, but I just can’t. Instead, I leave her an out. “You have a safeword. You’d be wise to use it now.”

She just glares at me in silence, and I’m so fucking lost. Why would she keep this from me?

I rest my hand on her flat belly, so many questions screaming through my head. How isn’t one of them. I know how. My mind wanders back to the time when I came on her belly and lower. How she touched herself, stroking her fingers through my come, sliding it over her clit and through her folds. Damn, that was so hot and dirty and…not safe. And now that belly is nurturing—I push that thought away.

The really angry part of me wants to push her to her knees and make her gag on my cock until I come. Instead, I turn her away from me. “Hands on the door and not a word from you unless it’s your safeword,” I order as I yank her skirt up to her waist. Sliding my hand back down, I drag her panties over the curve of her ass until they drop to her ankles. “Step out of them and spread your legs.” She’s still not said her safeword and that’s as much consent as I need to continue.

With my left hand pressing on her upper back between her shoulder blades, I start spanking her. No rubbing and gentle taps to warm her up—not this time. We’re in punishment territory and nothing short of her safeword is going to save her ass. That email…her assumptions…I’m seeing red and that’s not ideal, but she’s mine and she hasno expectations. Fucking hell.

After a few whacks, I lay a good, hard slap on her pussy, then back to her ass. I continue spanking her, randomly adding pussy slaps until my hand starts to get sore. She takes everything I give her with nothing more than groans. I want her tears.

“Do. Not. Move.” Unbuckling my belt, I look down at Violet’s red ass and contemplate my next move. The buckle jingles as the leather slides through belt loops on my trousers. I fold the belt in half, then push the ends towards each other a bit and pull back hard, making it snap. Violet startles.

I put my hand back between her shoulder blades and wind up. The first strike falls over her sit spot. She yelps and tries to reach behind her and my dick flexes in appreciation. “I told you not to move. Do it again, and I’ll bind you. Nod if you understand.”

She nods and I immediately place the second strike across the curve of her ass. Her hands curl into fists as she lets out another yelp.

I lay another on her sit spot, then one just below the one on her ass. I continue in that fashion, one strike directly below the last upper strike alternating with one strike across her sit spot. In reality, it only takes five strikes to cover the lower half of her ass, eleven strikes in all, because I start and finish with her sit spot. She’ll remember this lesson every time she sits her ass down.

Tossing the belt to the ground, I crowd her from behind. I rub myself against her tender skin as I reach around her and slide my fingers between her folds to find her slick and wet. She rocks against my hand and I quickly unfasten my trousers, releasing my dick. No condom. Not this time. Not ever while she’s carrying my baby inside her body.

I position myself at her entrance and nip her earlobe as I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.” Except, I’m not.

I want to savour the moment. My first time bareback is not going to be a hard, fast bang. It is, however going to be up against my front door, because I’ve waited long enough.

I grip both Violet’s hips like I’m going to slam my way home, then slowly push my way inside her slippery heat. I stop about half-way, because it’s not right. It’s not how it’s supposed to be.

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