Free Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) by Alyssa Bailey

grasped the buckle with the beginning of the belt leaving a perfect length for delivering his message. The tingling again and her sex flooded. The anticipation hurt her tummy.
    The swat was a decent thawp . Okay, harder than play, he was serious. “Ahhh. I get it, Quinn, don’t lie to you.”
    Thwap. Thwap. “Quinn, I understand. Honey, I get it,” her voice tremored. Thwap. Thwap. “I won’t do it again. I won’t do any of it again. I was wrong. I’ll talk to you.”
    “Better.” He stopped to run his hand on a bottom she was positive glowed.
    Cheyenne was praying he was done when he swung again, and she was about to screech, Yellow only it never landed. The expected kiss of the leather never happened. She heard it hit the floor, buckle clanging.
    “That’s all, piscín . I think we understand each other.”
    She relaxed. He knew. He had an uncanny way of knowing how far to take her but not further. He paid such close attention. He had earned her trust repeatedly. Proven his love by not going past what she could endure. He lifted her up after kissing and loving on her tortured behind to comfort her. He had been careful not to land on her upper thighs, and his belt had only licked the sweet spot once, but leather and her sit spot were always a memorable meeting.
    Bringing her up, he led her to lie partially on him after which he pulled the throw off the back of the sofa and snuggled her in close. It was an incredible feeling to be swaddled tight to him. Her bottom was hot but so was the rest of her. She wiggled provocatively, moaning with the friction of her mons on his jeans. He swatted her once, bringing her up short. It only made her hotter.
    “I know what you need, piscín, but we need to finish talking about this doctor problem.”
    Cheyenne fiddled with his snaps on his western shirt unsnapping two.
    “Stand up, Cheyenne.”
    “NO,” she yelped. “No. I’ll stop.” She released his shirt with a huff of exasperated unmet need.
    “We need to talk before I light your fireworks.”
    “Ha. You already lit the match. I just need you to touch it to the fuse and let them go.”
    His laugh came from deep in his chest making her almost purr. “Duly noted.” He changed his tone. “I think I have an idea of what we might do to start lowering your fear of doctors and their workplaces.” He stopped to bring her head up for a kiss before continuing.
    “Realistically, you can’t go without ever seeing a doctor, and when we have children, you’ll need to see a doctor often.”
    Cheyenne lifted her head up. “No, see, I have that all worked out. I don’t mind nurses, and probably a midwife would be fine.”
    He nodded, but she could see he was skeptical. “Listen to my idea.”
    Cheyenne did cautiously before agreeing to try his idea out but with all her safe words deployable. They decided to start work the next weekend.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Quinn waited for Cheyenne to change behind the divider in the medical playroom. It had been just over a week since the discipline session, and Quinn said he wanted to begin working on her fear of all things doctor. Cheyenne was a hard sell. It had required some convincing, a few phone calls and a planning meeting with their friend Doctor Carter Taylor before Cheyenne agreed to try Quinn’s plan. While none of them was sure about what would actually happen, they hoped for the best.
    Cheyenne felt small and out of control as she went behind the divider to change. She needed to use the restroom again. The taste of fear became metallic as blood from her bitten lip coated her tongue. Cheyenne had never been in a scene or played with anyone other Quinn and that heightened her skittishness, causing her anxiety to permeate every cell of her body. She rubbed her arms to ward off the chill.
    Cheyenne knew that Master Carter, known as Dr. Taylor tonight, had set it all up, so when she and Quinn arrived, they would be ushered into the room by Julie, a club trainee.
    “If you’d