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

were going to the club. Ashley and Richard had planned to go, and I haven’t seen her in a while. We were going to talk wedding.”
    “We can go tomorrow night. Saturday is usually the more fun night anyway. Everyone shows up.”
    “Except Ashley, she works on Saturday.”
    “Well, why don’t you meet her on Sunday and discuss the wedding?”
    “Sunday, your mom wants us to go to church and then have Sunday dinner with them. Come on, what is really going on here?”
    Quinn reached for Cheyenne’s hand and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. “I think it’s time we talk about what happened a few weeks ago and why you’re having such a hard time seeing a doctor.”
    “I think going to the club would be better,” she said as she tried to twist out of his grasp.
    “Cheyenne, we’re about to be married, and I need to know about this fear.”
    She did twist out of his loose grasp this time and said, “I’m not afraid.”
    “Aversion, then—you have a tremendous aversion to doctors. We need to talk about this and now is the time.”
    “No, what you really want to know is why I didn’t do as you told me. Why I didn’t follow orders like a good little submissive, which is what you expect.” She walked around the table, snatching up the things left from dinner.
    He calmly took the items out of her hands and put them away. “No, but I do want to help if I can. You’re right in some ways. What you did wasn’t okay for you or us as a couple, but your submission is always your choice. Sure, because we live this dynamic, I do my part by taking care of you, and a part of that’s expecting obedience when it matters, but, honey, that isn’t submission. True submission is giving me your obedience even when I don’t ask for it.”
    “Oh, I see. If I don’t do what you want, even when I can’t help it, you’re going to get your payment extracted. That’s what this is all about, you getting what you want.” She slammed the cupboard door shut and stomped to the sink.
    He grabbed her upper arm securely, twirling her toward him. “All right, that’s enough. We aren’t getting anywhere this way so we’re doing it my way. I tried to ease into this, but you aren’t letting me, so I know how to take control. Watch, Cheyenne, this is me taking control of a situation. Now, strip.”
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    Cheyenne stared at Quinn, regret showing on her face. She shook her head at her uncontrollable tongue. Really, though, the tongue was only doing what the mind was telling it to say and because of it, now she was going to end up doing what he wanted. She figured her tongue would get off easier than she would.
    “Sorry, I just don’t think I have to tell you everything,” she tried with a more passive voice and not looking at him, as she didn’t move to comply but it was obvious the words and tone did not match.
    “I’m sorry too, a stór, but this can’t happen again. Informing me of everything isn’t the goal here; it is to tell me the important things and to take my direction if it is for your own good. You can talk to me and discuss your viewpoint respectfully. Now, do what I said. I want to see your beautiful breasts and your luscious ass.”
    Quinn walked over and picked up his leather case, and she heard him take out papers. She sneaked a peek and found him giving her the “dom” look as if he knew she was going to stop to check out what he was doing.
    “ Anois , Cheyenne.” His impatience was obviously growing.
    Submission left again, she faced him and yelled, “I am, damn it!” Her face flushed with her emotions.
    Quinn said not a word but taking two strides to bring him alongside Cheyenne; he turned her around and landed several hard smacks to her still panty-covered bottom under partially removed yoga pants.
    “Is that enough of an attitude adjustment or do we need to address it further?”
    “I hate it when you go all macho on me. I’m a person in my own right.”
    “Yes but you’re also