Chapter Two
Hard slaps rained on her upturned nates without further preamble.
A paddle-like hand landed solidly on her cheeks, and a smarting tingle turned to a pronounced stinging discomfort that rose in her lower region, followed by inferno-level heat.
Almost as soon as he had started his reign of terror, he stopped.
Without warning, the shock of cold lubricant slid down the crevice of her backside, making her jump.
“Oh,” she said as she tightened her buttocks reflexively.
“Hold your bottom open for me, baby.” She grimaced as she slowly pulled her cheeks apart and held them open as he lubed her up, pressing a gelled finger into her darkest place.
She hated the embarrassment but loved his attention. There was that missing piece. His full focus was on her because she craved him. She relaxed her grip causing her hand to slip. Another slap fell. Cheyenne jumped.
“Hold your cheeks open, piscín.” There it was again, the missing piece, that special term of endearment that signaled they were in play mode. She loved it. “You know the routine,” he added. They’d obviously entered the “push Cheyenne’s comfort zone” mode.
She groaned but rushed to comply, spreading her rosy cheeks open wide, whimpering her shame at the wantonness of the position.
She was embarrassed that she was giving him a clear view of her dark, taboo entrance and mortified that she loved it.
In play mode, she reminded herself. We’re only in play mode.
This was her sacred area that had never been breached until Quinlan.
He pressed his finger into her tight opening again, making sure to lubricate thoroughly which brought her arousal up another notch.
Cheyenne moaned again in humiliation. She cringed at the idea of backdoor play, but she loved it to the point of anticipating his next entry.
How could this be possible? Quinn had said some things were unable to be explained, and for Cheyenne, this was one of those things.
“Now here’s the visitor,” he announced with enthusiasm. “Keep your bottom spread.” His voice grew deeper and more somber as he concentrated.
The hard glass plug was unforgiving as it was slowly but steadily pressed deeper into her little dark entrance that he had begun training for him.
Against her hot nates, the cool plug was soothing but, in her back entrance, it was shocking in its uncanny resemblance to an oversized Popsicle—icy cold and smooth.
“Quinn, they’re too big to use,” she had said when she first laid wild eyes on them. Now she reiterated that sentiment.
“This one is too huge, Quinn. It won’t fit.” She wiggled in protest to his insistent pressure. She felt a tingly slap on her thigh. It helped.
“Hush, I’m careful. You can take it. Relax I’m going slowly and it’s nearly the smallest size. Besides, it’s the easiest kind, shaped like a bullet. If you prefer, I can use one of the others that are twisted or different levels of sizes, those with...”
“Fine, okay, I get it,” she cut him off with irritation.
He chuckled. “Now relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He continued to press firmly, and he knew she could feel the burn as he moved it in and out of her tight, but loosening ever so slightly, back anus. She squealed and kicked her legs, which was met with another hard slap to her thigh. She relaxed. Now if he would only...
“Behave, I’m almost there. You can’t rush this.”
That was true for larger ones, but this was a smaller one, and he could have just plopped it in, but then there would have been no play, and she knew this was what he wanted. He wanted her to resist.
The burn was the most she had felt. True, she had only had Quinn’s finger, well two of them, and the first trainer.
This one had to be double the size of the last one.
She whimpered, and he rubbed her back as he continued to press in and pull out.
Just as she was surely going to cry out, it was in, fully seated.
A sheen of sweat covered her body, not just from the plug but from the whole experience.
“Let go, sweetness. It’s in. The tip is smaller but the base had to be large because you’re wearing this until after I take you to dinner and our announcement at Mom’s.”
“What?”
“This is your penance to remind you that you don’t disregard what I say, and you don’t encourage anyone else to do it either.”
Cheyenne was horrified. “But it will fall out!”
“Nope, that’s why the end was so intense.
It has a wide flared base, so it won’t come out.
Oh, and no panties tonight under your dress, which you’ve just decided to wear.
I want you to be so aware of me and of this reminder that you will think carefully before you do it again.
Oh, and piscín,” he said as he patted and rubbed her cheeks lovingly, “you may not come until I allow it. No pleasuring yourself.” He was a sadist. She was already slick with her arousal.
She grunted her disapproval and received a round of smacks to her hot bottom for her trouble. Quinn got up, bringing her up with him and landing a scorching kiss on her pouty lips.
“See you in about two hours.”
“But what if I can’t keep it in?”
“You can, and you will. Just clinch that gorgeous ass of yours. It will help tighten your glutes. A nice side effect.” He kissed her again, hungrily and left one parting pat before saying, “Lock the door behind me.”
How did he know she was already so hot she was afraid the constant stimulation would give her multiple orgasms without anyone touching her? The friction and current going through her would be agonizing. He was definitely a sadist.
The wait had been difficult, but she was proud she had made it to the restaurant without coming unglued or dropping the damn thing.
It wasn’t a lightweight plug, and she found herself focused solely on it, devising ways she could avoid this particular punishment again.
And she was slick from arousal and slick from lube.
Cheyenne had decided she was going to try to finagle her way out of this thing before they went to Sean and Siobhan’s house.
“How do you feel? You look uncomfortable,” he said, his smile slipping past his attempt at keeping a straight face.
“Really?” she spoke in subdued tones. “I mean, I’ve got to be the dumbest woman alive to let you do this to me.
I could have pretended to leave...” she lowered her voice to a hiss, “this in, you know. In fact, I could let go of it now and slide it into my bag.” The look she shot him demanded his acknowledgment of her submission due to her agreement, not his dominance.
He reached for her hand. “I know you could have but the fact that you haven’t shows your acceptance of my authority.
Thank you.” He sat up straighter as the waiter approached their table but kept her hand in his and raised his voice to a normal volume.
“And I’m sure the waiter would be a bit put off if you dropped it here at the table. ”
The waiter heard the last of the sentence, just as Quinlan had hoped. “Dropped something, madam? If you tell me what it is, I shall be happy to retrieve it.”
Cheyenne blushed a deep red. “No! No, sorry, I almost dropped something but didn’t. Thank you anyway.” She sent a death stare in Quinn’s direction, and he pretended not to see it, even though she knew he had been watching the exchange closely.
She wiggled as he discussed the menu at length with the waiter.
Finally, dinner ordered, Quinn stared at Cheyenne and said, “I love you more than anything in this world. It’s important you know that even though you are irritated at me for my discipline, I love that you accept it.
Tonight, we might even say you’re enduring it. ”
She looked into his hazel eyes, gazed at the laugh lines around them, and smiled. He was the most infuriating and yet considerate man she knew. They talked about engagements, weddings, family, and work. Cheyenne finally relaxed in her seat and immediately opened her eyes wide.
“Notice something, a stór?” His face likely told her he was well aware of the discomfort of both the plugging and the arousal.
Her face fell into heavy pleading, “Please? I have done everything you asked. Can’t I ditch the... um... you know?
He looked up and patted her hand before leaning back. “Here comes dinner. Sit up and eat. I want you to walk into my parents’ house with your obedience in place. But you might not need to do it much longer.”
She watched the waiter leave their dinner and then leaned forward to speak in hushed tones.
“I’m sorry I encouraged Katie to blow you off.
I know you were being protective when you told her about the hazards on the trail, but don’t you think I’ve been punished enough?
I mean, this is beginning to bother me and... ”
Concern immediately appeared on his face. “Are you in any pain?”
She could have said yes, and this would be over, but she didn’t want to lie to him. “No, but I do ache.”
He relaxed. “Well, eat your dinner and let’s see how it goes.”
Quinn started to eat his dinner, but Cheyenne was too preoccupied to eat.
Maybe submitting wasn’t always the best choice, even when she wanted to.
There were times, like this one was becoming, that it was too much.
Quinn must have known something was up, for Cheyenne loved his extra attention and his caresses while encouraging her to eat.
Normally, he would have pushed it, but not tonight.
He watched her carefully. She could feel his intentness.
Quinn had her almost untouched dinner put in a takeaway container before driving to his parents’ home.