Chapter Ten #3
“One good reason, just give me one good reason why,” demanded Cheyenne after she had been battling a particularly difficult day of sexual frustration. “Let me just, you know, give you love.” She begged as she reached between them to unbutton his pants.
Quinn’s libido shot right where he knew she expected it to, but he had worked long and hard over the years to control his responses and delay his gratification. He placed his hand over hers to stop the progress of her fingers. Then leaned down and kissed her gently as he took her hand away.
“Cheyenne, a stór, I love you, but you have to trust me to know what I’m doing and that I’m doing the best for you.
I know you want more, baby, I do as well, but waiting will make our first experience incredible.
I’ll make it so good for you. I promise.
” Stepping away, he looked into her eyes tenderly.
“I want you to remember the first time we fully consummate, always. I know we both have experience, but our experience will be spectacular, not only because it’s the first time for us, but because our delayed gratification is so worth the wait.
But, finally,” the Dom came out now, “because I’m asking you to wait. Delay this pleasure with me.”
Cheyenne fell onto Quinn’s chest and took a deep breath. “Well, all I have to say is I hope I don’t expire before I get what I need.”
Quinn laughed as he gathered her into his arms, planting a juicy kiss on her pouting lips.
Driving into the office the next morning, Cheyenne thought about how she had sacrificed too many of tomorrow’s rewards for today’s satisfaction before Quinlan O’Connor came into her life and she knew it.
If she truly wanted it or didn’t want it, Quinn honored that.
Well, except for punishment. Jocelyn said at dinner last night while “powdering their noses,” that she never actually asked Liam if she should do something or not.
“Like shopping yesterday, I just did it. No asking how much I could spend or wait for him to weigh in on the decision. I just did what I thought was best.”
“Well, that’s pretty typical, don’t you think?”
“Yes, unless you have an O’Connor or a man like them. For instance, Quinn is the only O’Connor brother who punishes for more than safety and health.”
“Not really, it can all go back to one or the other. Usually.”
“Does he spank for disobedience?”
“Um...sometimes?”
“See, I told you, punishment. Would you be at risk if you drank too much but didn’t drive home?”
“Maybe. Yeah,” Cheyenne admitted as she applied lip-gloss. “But that’s safety and health.”
“Okay, how about going somewhere without telling him,” asked Jocelyn as she combed her hair into submission again. “Such as going out of town for the weekend.”
“Yeah, that would be hard... but it could be a safety issue because someone needs to know where I am. It’s inconsiderate. Besides,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, “been there done that.”
“All right, I know he loves your hair. What if you cut your hair on a whim?”
“I wouldn’t do that. It would be mean.”
“Really, Cheyenne. I know that every woman gets tired of her hairstyle.” She turned to face her soon to be relative. “It’s your hair. Answer the question. Would you be at risk of a spanking?”
“Oh, hell, yeah, at least a few and most likely a butt pl... um, yeah.”
Jocelyn slammed her hand on the vanity triumphantly, making another woman at the vanity jump.
She lowered her voice, “I told you, punishment and he decides what is punishable. He’s the hardest O’Connor.
Liam wouldn’t dare complain about my haircut.
And were you going to say a plug? As in butt plug? ”
“Oh, God, don’t tell him we talked about this. I can’t talk about it, strike that, don’t want to talk about it. And on the hair, he wouldn’t care normally, but since we have already talked about it, I know how he feels. If we had not, then, it wouldn’t matter.”
“Nope,” said Jocelyn, “too much for me.”
Cheyenne shrugged. “Well, you’ve been married a while. Besides, I like it, usually. Quinn has changed his mind when I push.”
“Well, not happening for the rest of us.”
“I don’t know about that, but I do know that if he knew we were talking about our private affairs, even if it were just between us, in a public bathroom, it would not make either of our men happy.”
Jocelyn laughed and hugged her. “You’d definitely be angling for a spanking if you told him.”
“But sometimes it hurts so good.”
Jocelyn laughed. “Oh, hell, yeah. Definitely sexy.”
Cheyenne knew she had the real power, but she instinctively knew he wouldn’t let her sabotage other areas out of love, Quinn’s love for her.
Cheyenne never thought that she could be wholly satisfied without trying to spend considerable amounts of time wondering what would make her lover happy.
She was always working hard to meet their needs, often at the expense of her own happiness.
That was because Quinn loved her, and she was learning that it was give and take for both partners.