Chapter One #2
She couldn’t get past the need to put in a jab as her still vibrating bottom was creating more chaos in her girlie bits.
She was getting wet, fueling her fury even further.
She hated her traitorous body when he got all righteously bossy with her.
She wanted to rub the ache away even as she stood irritated at him for making her sex flow.
He ignored her statement as if it didn’t mean anything. She knew it didn’t because they both knew she wouldn’t back out of their engagement. It was all talk. He was a man too confident of their relationship. She might need to address that at some point, but not now.
“Not so fast, cailín beag, I believe you did say something to her because of what she told me. She said you told her something like I was just an O’Connor, too dominant for my own good.
You know that the sun can hit that part of the trail in the spring warm enough to melt the ice and snow and create mud only to refreeze that night. ”
She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s such a big deal. You just have to be more careful, is all.”
“Well, she was sure you thought I was overreacting.”
Cheyenne’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she tell you that? When?”
“When I got a please rescue me call from her. She had badly twisted her ankle after she went further than I said to go. The sun melted the snow and ice and made the ensuing muck too unforgiving. I don’t think she meant to, but it slipped out when I was taking her back home.”
Cheyenne’s look of concerned remorse spoke volumes. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean it. Is she okay, is she badly hurt? Can she walk?”
“No, and she’s her husband’s responsibility now. Ciarán can take care of her when he gets here in a few hours. But you’re mine, and I plan to take care of you now.”
“No. Wait. I didn’t tell her to be unsafe or to ignore you. It’s just how we talk about you guys. All of us, in a roll the eyes kind of way.”
“But you, in essence, told her not to pay attention to me.”
“She’s an adult, Quinlan. You cannot hold me responsible for her choices.”
“Cheyenne, she trusted you.”
Guilt swamped her features as her stomach clenched, and the bile of regret rose in her throat.
“I didn’t mean that she should—I mean, we all say it about all of you, she’s even said similar things about Ciarán, but common sense would have...
” She stopped mid-sentence because she realized what she’d done.
She told her to ignore Quinn, and she believed her.
She’d told Katie to ignore his controlling streak, and it had gotten her hurt. Katie should have known better, but she wasn’t local. It was a stupid thing for Cheyenne to say. Quinn handling it didn’t surprise her. Cheyenne eating her words didn’t surprise her. The flutter in her chest did.
She looked up at Quinn, who was already pulling out the straight-backed chair he had brought over soon after they started dating for times such as these.
He didn’t say a word. He simply pulled it out, positioned it, sat down and then pointed to the spot between his spread legs.
It was a little gesture that spoke volumes to her now clenching sex and bottom. “Are you spanking me?”
“A few swats but that’s just to get you where I want you. I need you pliable.” He smiled.
Was he teasing? No, because he had brought out the chair. Even so, she found herself walking towards him. “I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. You have to know that.” She felt a wave of panic rise. What must he think of her? How insensitive to have not realized the possible danger to Katie.
He reached for her hand as she got closer, not responding until she placed her hand in his.
Cheyenne saw it as a gesture of understanding.
He pulled her into the protection of his arms and legs, surrounding her with his love.
His tone gentled. “No, of course, I don’t think that and neither does anyone else.
And you’re right. It’s not your responsibility to ensure Katie uses her common sense but you undermined my word, and that can’t happen again.
There are certainly consequences for that. ”
She felt his finger and thumb cage her chin, as was his habit when wanting her to pay intense attention to him. She whispered, “I’m sorry she was hurt, but you aren’t spanking me because of this incident.”
He nodded in acceptance and then murmured, “I know, but there are consequences to countermanding me. You know that. Take your panties off and hand them to me.” Another sign of agreement.
“That isn’t going to happen. I didn’t countermand you, and you aren’t some general I have agreed to follow all orders from.”
He spoke slowly, obviously choosing his words carefully.
“I know it isn’t your fault, but I don’t warn people to hear the sound of my own voice.
Katie could have been hurt badly or worse, and I knew that.
I needed her to follow my advice to stay safe.
When you blew me off to her, while it might have been the usual thing for you ladies to say in jest, it was not appropriate here. ”
Silence. Cheyenne hated when he made sense. “I still don’t think this is a spanking offense.” Her tone had lost its defiance. “Any other normal couple would be irritated and eventually just get over it. No smacking of butts.”
“And you know what that type of normal couple does? They argue. They get hurt feelings. I don’t want that.”
“No, you just want me to sport a hurt ass.” He shook his head and smiled.
As he held his hand out to assist, she felt the most delicious tremor of dread fill her.
Purposely bypassing his extended hand, she placed a balancing hand on his shoulder as she stepped first one foot then two out of her panties before handing them to him, as she worried her lip.
That hard deputy carefully reached up and pulled her lip from between her teeth, running his thumb over the mark left before pulling something out of his hip pocket.
She recognized that tube. Her apprehension was replaced by cold realization.
“Quinn, umm...”
“Shh. Talking is over.” He tapped his left knee.
“Bend over my knee, mo cailín beag dána. You are, you know. Mine. You’re my naughty little one.
That means when you’re naughty, I have to show you the error of your ways and correct your thinking.
Remember this is not because it was your fault Katie made the choice she did.
It wasn’t. I’m correcting you because you made light of my instructions to keep her safe and encouraged her to be unsafe.
You may not do that for yourself or anyone else. Understood?”
Cheyenne sighed. She accepted that he was right, and his disciplining her because she undermined his authority made her so excited she rubbed her thighs together to assist the tingle in her lower regions.
A slap landed on her bottom, also encompassing part of her leg to refocus her. “No. this is punishment, minx. You’re a very cailín dána today, aren’t you?” She felt the pressure even worse with the swat, knowing he understood that would happen.
He shoved her further over his knee roughly, and Cheyenne could feel the unmistakable erection in her man’s jeans.
She felt powerful and vindicated of her arousal caused by this little dance their session had become.
It affected him as well. She affected him, and that was sweet power.
She was learning that she had incredible influence over how they played and how he responded to her, based on her needs—her submission to him.
It was missing just one little element that would signal things were good.