Chapter Sixteen
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.
“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. We don’t, I mean, I can’t do public scening”
“I bet you could come up with some scenarios.”
Sighing deeply, signaling she was no 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 tingling 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 to be 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.
And before you say it again, this is just for disobeying me by arriving without your dom.
It has nothing to do with mixed signals or that you were with friends. It was against my, our, rules.”
Driving out of the restaurant parking lot, he spoke his instructions in what 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 fear nothing.
Her faith in his love and protection was important.
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. His main goal was that she understood she didn’t arrive without him, or there would be no pleasure because, 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 met Quinn with a large smile.
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 called ahead and was glad he did, for this 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; he always tried to meet her needs, but that wouldn’t work tonight. He 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?”
“YELLOW.”
She watched as the surprise showed on his face. He pulled her to the side, sliding his hands up her arms. “Talk to me, piscín.”
“I-I don’t know. It feels wrong. I understand disobeying but I feel yucky-like this is going to be something that I can’t get through. Like it might violate my sense of wellbeing. I have a bad feeling.”
He pulled her into a tight hug, and she could feel herself relax. Quinlan would never violate her boundaries. He was always so careful.
“I promise to check in with you often and you promise to be honest as to your color. Right?”
“Yes, Daddy, um Sir.”
“Good girl. We can leave if you want but I think you are worried about what we’ll be doing.”
“Yes. And public humiliation. I can’t, I don’t do that well.”
“Trust me?”
“I want to.”
He hugged her again. “I love you, but maybe you don’t want the lifestyle we have?”
“I do, I just... I’m not as hardcore as you.”
He nodded. “Trust me?”
“I trust you.”
He kissed her, and she knew it would be okay. She did trust him. Time to prove it. “Now go change, piscín.”
Quinn 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 punishing 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 thin nylon straps across her entire upper torso in a webbed netting 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 weaving 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 because 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 sounded disturbed, and a pissed-off man about to punish you 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. I think you look incredible.”
“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 led her over to the nearest wall and placed her hands on it, positioning her bottom in perfect display. “Ten, count for me, cailín beag dána.”
“Stop calling me a naughty little girl. I made a mistake. 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.
She knew he hated not to be in complete control, so there was no doubt he was allowing his irritation to dissipate.
She could feel the tears chasing 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.”
She wanted to cry yellow or even red, but she waited. Master Josh was a good person. She didn’t want to ruin everything, but it was hard.
“Thank you, I simply needed to take care of a little attitude we seemed to have picked up since changing.”