How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

“You having trouble hearing me?” He raised one eyebrow. So arrogant. So commanding.

So completely hers.

She shook her head slowly and reached for her jeans. “You haven’t spanked me since we found out we were going to have a child.”

“I asked Doc whether it was safe to spank you while you’re pregnant.”

She froze. Gaped at him. “You did not.”

He raised his eyebrows. Oh, he totally had. And so commenced her death by embarrassment.

“Alec,” she groaned.

He gave her that look. The one that told her she was in deep trouble. “What do you call me?”

“Sorry, Master,” she whispered. “It’s just, I can’t believe you asked Doc if it was safe to spank me while I’m pregnant!”

“Not the first man in this town to ask him that, I’m sure.” He grinned. “And good news is, he said you’re healthy and the pregnancy is progressing nicely. As long as I’m careful with you, then it’s safe. As you get along in your pregnancy, he suggests I come up with other ways to discipline you. But for now, your ass is toast. So, last time I’m going to say this, kitten. Jeans and panties off. Over my knee.”

He sat on the couch and widened his legs. She hastily pulled off her jeans. He was right, she very much doubted that was the first time Doc has been asked that. But, yikes.

“I’m going to be so embarrassed next time I see him.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Doc’s lived in this town a long time. He knows the way it all goes down.”

By now her bottom half was naked. Alec held a hand up to her and she took it.

“Baby, you’re trembling? Are you scared?” He looked surprised.

“Of you?” Her eyes widened in shock that he could think that for a second. “Never.”

He squeezed her hand.

“Just feeling a little overwhelmed,” she told them. “I missed this.”

He reached up and cupped the side of her face with his large palm. She loved when he did that. It was a gentle gesture, but also a dominant, loving one.

“Sorry I haven’t been giving you what you need, kitten. That’s going to change now,” he said ominously. He helped her over his lap. His legs were spread apart, so her tummy wasn’t resting on his hard thighs—another way of him protecting her and their unborn baby. Warmth filled her again.

And then the first smack landed. Holy crap. That hurt. She let out a small, startled cry. Another smack. Then a flurry of them. Soon, her ass was burning. He kept up a steady barrage of spanks until she felt the tears rise up. The pain wasn’t harsh, she’d certainly had harder spankings. But her emotions weren’t far from the surface, and it didn’t take long for them to explode out of her.

A sob erupted.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

Another four smacks on her ass. The burn grew.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she was barely aware of Alec immediately stopping and turning her, cradling her on his lap. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, soothing her.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it, my baby. Let it out. Give it to me.” He had his hand wrapped up in her hair and her face was pressed against his chest. “That’s it, kitten. Let it all out.”

“He hurt her. He hurt her, and I had no idea. I had no idea and I didn’t help her.”

“You had no idea, kitten. There is no reason for you to blame yourself. It’s all on him. All on him.”

They sat there for a long time; Mia held in the safety of Alec arms. After a while she let his words penetrate, she let herself believe. But, still, she knew she’d never forget.

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