Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) (17 page)

She nodded against his chest. “Much better, Sir.” Quinn nodded in acceptance.

As he comforted her a while longer, he listened to her coos of contentment as he discussed the move out of the apartment and her part of it. Soon, they were eating takeout and packing suitcases. He knew it would be all over shortly and they would be living their life as one. A little longer was all they had to wait.

Quinn kept Cheyenne on pins and needles for the whole week, not referring to the incident at the club no matter how hard she tried to introduce it to the conversation. Quinn, tired of the continual attempts by Cheyenne to address the club incident, closed the discussion firmly.

“Cheyenne, that’s enough trying to get me to talk about this issue because it won’t work. I told you I would talk to you when I was ready. I don’t think you need me to spell out the whole list of possible consequences if you choose to persist in this.”

“Fine but if you leave it very much longer, the subject will be closed, do you get that?”

“Yes, and that’s fair enough.” He opened the subject on Friday at lunch.

“I’ll pick you up from work tonight, we are eating at your favorite Greek restaurant, and then we can have a nice time at the club. I’ll have a change of clothes for you when we get there.” That concluded all the discussion he expected to have on the subject.

Dinner was excellent, but it was obvious the anticipation was almost blinding and deafening to all else around Cheyenne that night. Quinn reached across the table to touch her hand.

“Cheyenne, relax
piscín
, I would never hurt you. You do know that.”

It was a statement of fact as far as Quinn was concerned. He waited for her response and found it interesting that, in business, his sweetheart had a poker face but in her private life, she was an open book. To him anyway and he felt compassion as he described her punishment for breaking his rules at the club would take place there.

“I want you to understand that it makes the best sense to close the circle and get a punishment for breaking the rules at the place you broke the rules.”

“But what are you going to do? I mean exactly.”

“I bet you could come up with some scenarios that might be close.”

Sighing deeply, signaling she was not any closer to knowing what that would mean than before his disclosure, she slumped into the seat. Quinn was solicitous and loving which seemed to set her nerves to tingle even more. He shook his head at the directed effort she made to catch him out or entice him to disclose, but Quinn was smooth and moved the conversation away to another area without skipping a beat.

Finally, dinner was over and the check paid. As they got into the truck, Quinlan began his instructions. On the surface, it appeared as a normal conversation, one he always had with her. “Okay
, piscín
, relax, honey, this is the club. We have fun at the club, we have friends there and I don’t want this to scare you. You’ve been punished before.”

“Only once, Quinn, one time like this. It isn’t something I can be calm about. This is punishment at the club where people will know. Please, please can’t you just take care of this at home?”

“No, partly because as of today, your official home is at my parents’ house. Second, because we are not the only ones who need to be positive you’ve been punished. Cheyenne,
lómhara
, people know all about you showing up to the club without me. Therefore, it has to be done there. It’s time to trust me,
beag amháin
.”

Driving out of the parking lot, he spoke his instructions using his attention getting deep and mellow voice, the one she had often described as his melted milk chocolate voice. She always said it soothed and tonight must not be any different. He could see she was relaxing and then worry would take over. Anxiety was good, but he needed her to not fear anything. He wasn’t sure if he had accomplished that.

“I hate that your voice is so calming. I want to stay irritated. Instead, I’m not angry but I can’t get out of my head. I think I’m going to throw up.” Her face bore out that fear as she glanced around the road they were driving past for a place to stop.

Quinn reached over to slide his hand up and down her arm, succeeding in calming some fears. He continued down toward her core to heighten a different nerve ending, effectively short-circuiting the bad anxiety by replacing it with good anxiety. Cheyenne moaned when they pulled into the parking lot and he chuckled for he was left with no doubt she knew he would stop stroking her, for now anyway. Cheyenne had never gone to the club outside of that first visit and her last visit without climaxing. Quinn had made sure of that. It was significant in both cases, she understood she didn’t go in with him so, at those times, the expectation of pleasure was not his to give.

As they crossed the entryway, the young man who was the guard dog for the evening smiled big when Quinn walked in. He spared only a glance at Cheyenne, just as Quinn requested. This was punishment and until it was over, it needed to feel that way. He had wanted it that way for the young man was usually very engaging. He had also called Josh, Carter, Richard, and Ace earlier today to make sure that they knew the score on his scene tonight.

“Here, baby, go change into this little outfit and I know it’s little, but it will cover all the right spots.”

She looked in the bag. “Daddy…”

That brought him up short for a moment and then shook his head. “Not tonight, baby, it's Sir.”

Her pout came out as though she was about to begin a tantrum. “Cheyenne, I told you tonight is all me. You’re not to question anything, I’ll keep you safe, always, and you need to learn to obey me better and trust me more, so that’s what tonight is about, learning to trust my decisions and obey my directions. This is the start,
piscín
. If you try to top from the bottom again, I will stop, plug or gag you or both, and then proceed. Understood,
mo piscín dána
?”

* * *

Quinn had delivered his instructions in that voice that made her stomach drop and her pulse race. This was the same response she had when she knew he would play with her, love her, tempt her, and push her. Tonight it would include punish her as well.

In the dressing room, she took a deep breath and pulled out the small lingerie finding her hands shaky as she undressed and donned the skimpy outfit. It was a series of crisscrossing nylon string-like straps across her entire upper torso in a webbed configuration creating a diamond pattern to encase her body. The breast area was showcased in a fine, tight diamond rope frame. It left none of her ample breasts to the imagination with a delicate gossamer weave over the nipples and the only actual cloth was a small triangle to cover her girlie bits.

Her bottom was not covered with any design, left au natural. She then found a tiny filmy, gossamer skirt that barely covered the main part of her bottom but at least her Sir knew she would not come out without something covering, no matter how superficial it was. She would not dally tonight, for she was already in enough trouble. Not a night to get a
start the play
spanking
.

Quinn was waiting outside near the dressing room as though he was not sure whether she would dress in the outfit or he would have to dress her himself. He smiled as he looked at her in appreciation as he gathered her for a kiss and some quiet checking in.

“You okay,
piscín
? You’re so beautiful in this, I’m not sure I can let others see you for that would be sharing and I’m not sure I can share. I now see how much weight you’ve lost; I can see your ribs.” He was angry, and a pissed off man about to punish you with two helpers in a kink club was never good. “I’ll be paying very close attention from now on.”

“Yes, sir.” She waved her hand over her body to indicate her costume. “Um, I assume this is part of the punishment, right? Because otherwise, you can believe I’m not walking into the club with this on my body. It’s like wearing a kinky web.”

“Good to know. I made it with a little help from a friend.”

“Yeah, I bet you did. Her name wouldn’t be Maggie would it?”

“Yep, that’s it. She’s been a great help lately.” He brought her over to the nearest wall and put her hands on it pulling her bottom on perfect display. “Ten, count for me,
cailín beag dána
.”

“Stop calling me a naughty little girl. I made a mistake. Just what else has Maggie helped you with is the next question? OW!”

“Count or we start again.
Anois
.”

“One. Boy, when you get angry you aren’t, ow, two, at all like Liam.” The third and fourth smacks came down and she hissed her breath. “Ow.” Five six and seven were fast and furious, causing her to curl her hands into fists and eight, nine and ten were delivered the same way.

He twirled her around and said roughly, “High protocol.
Anois
.” He watched her confused and almost hurt expression as she slowly went down on her knees and presented herself right in the front foyer walkway. He let his irritation cool down and watched the tears chase each other down her cheeks. Master Josh walked up.

“Nice submissive you have here, Master Quinn. I look forward to playing with her this evening.”

“Thank you, I simply needed to take care of a little attitude we seemed to have picked up since changing.”

“Ah, yes, Maggie said she helped you with… things. Have you dealt with the little indiscretion on that end yet?”

“Done. She thought she was into humiliation but I think she has begun to rethink some of her soft limits. She really hated that ball gag.” The men laughed.

“Yes, that would be torture for most of our women.”

“She’s not his woman,” spit out Cheyenne, still keeping her head down.

“Lift up,
piscín
.”

“Sorry, sir.” She wanted to ask so desperately but it would gain her another round with Quinn’s hand and she had a long evening in front of her to risk it. She would find out soon what was going on. She trusted Quinn she told herself, but knowledge was power and she aimed to beef up her energy packs.

“Cheyenne, I love you. I don’t even look at another woman like that anymore, never mind play with her, unless it is to punish bad behavior. You are mine and as such, I expect certain behaviors at the club. You do what I ask you to do, knowing I won’t put you in danger. However, tonight this costume is part of the punishment.” He looked at her body again, “but I’m not sure who is going to be punished more, you for wearing or me for sharing.”

“Believe me when I say that my punishment is going to trump yours.” Cheyenne gave a tentative smile but then continued her quiet stance.

“You’re right.” Quinn sighed. “Let’s get this over with.” He lifted her chin, captured her eyes, and then brought her up to kiss her lips.

“
Beag amháin
, I need you to tell me your safe word.”

“Really? Am I going to need it?”

“I don’t think so but remember, sensations and emotions are good, pain you cannot handle is never okay. You trust me to not cross the line from giving you pain that you can and need to sustain and too much for you to handle. You know I’m into erotic zings, but this will be punishment so only I can call it off. Nonetheless, if I have missed cues from you and you need to take a break, you can use yellow. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you will use it if I have misread you. Right?” his tone was demanding agreement.

“I’m afraid,” she whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

“I know. A little fear of retribution is a good thing,
mo ghrá
. It may help keep
mo piscín
in line a little more often, eh? Remember I love you and will protect you. I’ll always make sure you’re safe.”

Quinn kissed her one last time and then said, “Now, from this point on, you’re on punishment for disobeying me until I tell you we are done. For coming into the club without me, without my permission, without a collar to show you had a dom…”

“But—”

“Turn around.” She heard his tone and twisted around quickly. One-two, three-four.

He continued as though he had not taken a spanking break, “You teased without thought to what another dom might think is prime real estate only to be told it isn’t once he started to develop the land.”

He turned her to face him, lifting his eyebrows in chastisement. “It’s also for being rude to Master Josh when you were discovered. While in this club, out of respect, you will do as you’re told when you’re told to do it by those who have earned that respect, such as Master Josh. He will assist in the punishment.”

Cheyenne turned her disbelieving eyes towards Quinn. “Wait, you’re going to let another person punish me?”

“Assist and yes. You disrespected him in his effort to protect you.”

“Fine, but, you won’t let him be too harsh, will you?”

“I have already explained the scene to him and he is fully aware of his role. He loves you honey, don’t worry about him. The new master you teased, Master Lars. He will also be assisting me. He was pretty upset with you.”

“Fine then, you might as well have everyone else join the party,” Cheyenne said snarkily. Her exposed bottom got a hard slap for her trouble.