Chapter Two #2
Though she blatantly squirmed in the seat, she had been able to last through dinner.
He wanted to push her limits and teach the lesson, but his girl hadn’t eaten and that bothered him more than he let on.
No discipline was worth this much discomfort.
She found a soft seat at the O’Connors’ to wait for Da and Quinn to pick up Ciarán at the small airport.
Ciarán had come to retrieve his darling Katie from visiting his family.
In the retelling of Katie’s fall and twisted ankle while hiking that morning, Quinn was quick to point out to all that Katie was not listening to his admonitions.
Cheyenne thought it was mean of him to be so adamant and getting Katie in trouble, herself still feeling her own punishment.
She moved, trying not to show she was afflicted.
Quinn laughed and spoke low, “A stór, I told you, Katie got Katie in trouble. She’s going to have a lot of explaining to do when Ciarán has her to himself.”
He kissed her temple and drew her closer to him. Cheyenne made a small, uncomfortable sound. He patted her leg comfortingly.
HE WENT ON TO EXPLAIN that because she had refused medical care, which was a big negative in this family, Ciarán was most likely going to roast Katie’s behind.
Cheyenne looked at Katie and wondered why she wasn’t more upset. Katherine was tenderly cared for by Ciarán and even seemed to take comfort in his quiet chastisement.
Cheyenne murmured her concern, “But she’s hurt.”
Quinn leaned down and kissed her again before resting his chin on her head.
He waited a moment before responding. “Don’t ever worry that any of us would harm those we love.
Being a dominant does not mean we wound or injure, ever, not even me in rough play.
It demands I protect, adore, discipline, and with the two of us, play.
But never damage. And woe be to the person who tries to do harm to any in our circle of protection. ”
Cheyenne hoped that she would eventually be able to accept Quinn’s authoritarian ways enough that she didn’t quake in her boots, get angry at his response, or grow slippery between her thighs. The last time she mentioned it, he shrugged.
“You’re still in training, so when you push, I let you do it to see if you’ll check your attitude or behavior. If not, I help you.”
It royally ticked her off because she didn’t want to feel like she belonged to him right at that moment, but she absolutely did. After they had officially announced their engagement to the family, Quinn took Cheyenne outside to give Katie and Ciarán some time.
Once they reached the barn, he pulled out two handkerchiefs from his back pocket and replaced one before waving his hand toward a hay bale.
“What are we doing?” Cheyenne asked nervously, eyeing both the bale and Quinlan.
“You are bending over that bale,” he answered, indicating the particular square of hay.
“You aren’t spanking me,” she stated.
“Do you need one?”
“No.”
“Well, go lean over the bale so I can take care of you.”
As realization dawned, she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. Quinn chuckled and then threw his tough voice into the mix.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll think you want to keep your friend in for a while longer.”
“No, sir, I’m moving,” she said and flopped herself over the bale, ignoring the prickliness of the straw. She threw up her own dress and wiggled her butt in an invitation to remove her friend.
“Eager little baggage, aren’t you?” He laughed.
“Please?”
“Hold still, a stór.” He gently removed the offensive plug.
“Thank God.” It was heaven to have it removed, but there was barrenness as well.
“You did so well, honey. I’m so proud of you. You are my treasure.”
“Gee, thanks.” There came the resounding sound of skin slapping skin in a large barn.
“Oomph. Ow, what was that for?” She rubbed the spot for a second.
“Mouth.”
He ran his hand through her wetness and whistled before patting her right cheek. Cheyenne decided to not respond and felt Quinn’s lips on her lower cheeks before being helped up by him and brought to sit on his lap as he sat on the bale.
“My bottom is sore,” was her accusation.
He shrugged. “Don’t be naughty.”
“Ciarán is so mild and sweet with Katie.”
“Not like me, huh?” He hugged her tightly. “Do you wish I were different? More like my brothers?” he asked casually.
“No, but you are fairly intense sometimes, not to mention demanding, an inferno. I’d never call you sweet or mild.”
Quinn grinned as he leaned down to look at Cheyenne. He warned, “Good. I’ve never had those descriptors from my fiancée before, nor should I.”
“Because you have never had a fiancée before.”
“True. Still, I would probably spank you hard if you defined me as mild or sweet in a derogatory way.”
She grinned in response. “Yeah, well, don’t worry. I like sexy spankings but not real discipline. You’re hell on my butt.”
“Watch it,” he growled as he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss that could easily be described as sweet, but soon she brushed him off.
“I have a question.”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you make Katie go to the clinic like you always make me? She doesn’t have the same fears I do, and it would have avoided all the trouble she’s likely in now.”
“I make you because you’re mine; my woman, my responsibility, my love, my life.
Katie is Ciarán’s, and, while she’s my sister, her husband was on his way, so it was right that he handle things since it was not life threatening.
If it were something like how sick you were, there wouldn’t have been a choice.
She’s a nurse and that had some influence.
I’m sure that after talking to Ciarán, she won’t have a choice again.
So be warned. I have already told the men in the family that if you need something, whether it’s a hug, a doctor, or a swat for attention, they are to handle it when I can’t be there to do it. ”
“I don’t think I like that, the swat part for sure. You wouldn’t really let them spank me, would you? Because I’m positive, that won’t work for me.” Her frown reinforced the distaste she felt. “I let you, because, well, I don’t know why. I just do, and it’s okay with me.”
“Spank, no, and they wouldn’t. However, an on-the-spot swat for attention, yes.
Your solution would be to not do anything that makes their hand itch.
So don’t do anything they need to tap you for, Cheyenne, it’s that simple.
If the truth is told, they are not comfortable doing more than a swat for attention.
We O’Connor men are territorial and understand that feeling in each other.
I expect you to test me for a very long time, my dear, but then, my piscín, forever is a long time.
I’ll relish the challenge and love your energy. ”
His tone had become more direct, but Quinn’s smile told another story as he scooped her into his arms. He showed her the first act of how he planned to love her for the rest of their lives. But she longed for the final act.
Cheyenne took her cue from him, as she was learning to do. She relished Quinn’s lessons and being taught how to just allow him to make love to her sensually, participating but receiving what he enjoyed giving. She thrilled in his ministrations.
She reached for his obvious erection, slowly unbuttoning the front of his jeans, fumbling but not accepting his help.
He changed his focus, reaching under her shirt to lift it over her head and push up her bra to gain access to her nipples, now wrinkled and taut from arousal.
His lips latched onto the closest tight dusky pink nipple, sucking and nipping, drawing squeals and ramped-up breathing from his beauty.