Page 125 of Dr. Bad Boy

“What?” She claps her hands. “That’s so exciting!”

I nod. “It is, actually. We’re…” I take Violet’s hand. “We happy.”

“Good,” she says, giving me a quick hug, then one for Violet, too, that one longer and tighter. “Be good to him,” she says quietly.

“I can hear you,” I mutter.

“And make sure he’s good to you, too,” she adds. “Tell me if he’s not.”

Violet just smiles. “We’re pretty good at sorting that out when we run into bumps.”

“Excellent.” And with that, Lizzie was gone again, into the waiting hired car in my driveway.

I shake my head. “Well, that was my friend Eliza.”

Violet laughs. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

She crooks her head to the side. “You’re loved by good people.”

And the best person is right in front of me. I reach for her. “I am. I don’t always see that. But I always see you.”

She folds into my arms with a sigh.

"I think it's time we get back to normal, kitten." Our very kinky normal.

Violet looks up, a spark of interest in her eye. "Yes?"

Oh, yes. "I want you to go downstairs. Strip and wait for me on the ottoman."

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Violet

I’m flyinghigh as I prepare for Max. It’s been over two weeks since the holiday play party, and it’s been even longer since we’ve played down here alone.

He’s just told his oldest friend in the world he’s happy about the baby, and he didn’t choke on the words. And that’s enough for me right now.

My belly squeezes a little when I hear Max descending the stairs to the dungeon.

I adjust my posture slightly, forcing my knees a little wider. I want to be perfect for him. I want everything to be perfect for him.

Circling me, he trails a finger across my shoulders as he walks behind me, then my collarbone as he moves in front. “Very nice, kitten.”

He tweaks my nipple and the sharp pain zings straight to my clit. I want him to hurt me tonight. I don’t want him to hold back, but I don’t know how to tell him this.

“I’ve let things slide too long, Violet. A mistake I will try not to repeat. And as your pregnancy progresses, we’ll have to make modifications to protocol and activities, but we will continue.”

I smile up at him. His expression is stern, but there’s a twinkle in his eye. He’s happy.

“So beautiful. Stay put.”

I can hear him rummaging around in the toy cupboard and my pussy clenches in anticipation. I listen hard, trying to guess what he’s going to torture me with tonight. And when I hear the tell-tale squeak of the wheel on the medical tray, my wait is both nearly over and just beginning.

From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Max and the tray as he wheels it past me and over to the spanking bench. My entire body quivers with excitement.

Moments later he’s standing in front of me again. “Wrists, kitten.”

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