Chapter Sixteen #2
“Ah, yes, Maggie said she helped you with... things. Have you dealt with the little indiscretion on that end yet?”
“Done. She thought she was into humiliation, but I think she has begun to rethink some of her soft limits. She really hated that ball gag.” The men laughed.
“Yes, that would be torture for most of our women.”
“She’s not his woman,” spat out Cheyenne, still keeping her head down.
“Lift up, piscín.”
“Sorry, sir.”
She wanted to ask so desperately but it would gain her another round with Quinn’s hand, and she had a long evening in front of her to risk it.
She would find out soon what was going on.
She trusted Quinn, she reminded herself, but knowledge was power and she aimed to beef up her energy packs for what would prove a fierce battle if that woman wanted her man.
His hand softly cupped her chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes.
“Cheyenne, I love you. I don’t even look at another woman like that anymore, never mind play with her, unless it is to punish bad behavior.
You are mine and as such, I expect certain behaviors at the club.
You do what I ask you to do, knowing I won’t put you in danger.
However, tonight this costume is part of the punishment.
How I came to acquire it is not important.
” He looked at her body again, “but I’m not sure who is going to be punished more, you for wearing or me for sharing. ”
“Believe me when I say that my punishment is going to trump yours.” Cheyenne gave a tentative smile but then continued her quiet stance.
“You’re right.” Quinn sighed. “Let’s get this over with because I want to enjoy your treasures later.” He lifted her chin, captured her eyes, and then leaned down to kiss her lips.
“Beag amháin, tell me your safe word.”
“Really? Am I going to need it?”
“You definitely need a good spanking.” He sighed.
“I don’t think so but remember, sensations and emotions are good, pain you cannot handle is never okay.
You trust me to not cross the line from giving you pain that you can and need to sustain and too much for you to handle.
You know I’m into erotic zings, but this will be punishment so only I can call it off.
Nonetheless, if I have missed cues from you and you need to take a break, you can use yellow. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you will use it if I have misread you. Right?” his tone demanded agreement.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.
“I know. A little fear of retribution is a good thing, mo ghrá. It may help keep mo piscín in line a little more often, eh? Remember I love you and will protect you. I’ll always make sure you’re safe.”
Quinn kissed her one last time and then said, “Now, from this point on, you’re on punishment for disobeying me until I tell you we are done. For coming into the club without me, without my permission, without a collar to show you had a dom...”
“But—”
“Turn around.” She heard his tone and twisted around quickly. One-two, three-four.
He continued as though he had not taken a spanking break, “You teased without thought to what another dom might think is prime real estate only to be told it isn’t once he started to develop the land.”
“What?”
“You gave another Dom the impression he could negotiate with you.”
“But he never asked.”
“Turn around.”
She did, but she was determined to give him her last words. “I couldn’t get the collar.”
“If he asked and if you could access the collar, would not have mattered because you were not to be here.” He turned her to face him, lifting his eyebrows in chastisement.
“It’s also for being rude to Master Josh when you were discovered.
While in this club, out of respect, you will do as you’re told when you’re told to do it by those who have earned that respect, such as Master Josh. He will assist in the punishment.”
Cheyenne turned her disbelieving eyes toward Quinn. “Wait, you’re going to let another person punish me?”
“Assist and yes. You disrespected him in his effort to protect you.”
“Fine, but you won’t let him be too harsh, will you?”
“I have already explained the scene to him, and he is fully aware of his role. He loves you, honey. Don’t worry about him. The new member, Lars, will also be assisting me. He was pretty upset with you.”
“Why do I not get to be upset with him for assuming things he had no right to assume.”
“That was addressed.”
“In private, I bet,” she grumbled. “Fine then, you might as well have everyone else join the party,” Cheyenne said snarkily. Her exposed bottom got a hard slap for her trouble.
“There will be no attitude, understood? I expect you to let go and allow me to teach you to trust me and us together, to be obedient to me because of that trust, and to be compliant and respectful of others especially members of this club. I want you to allow yourself to experience it all, tonight.”
Cheyenne lowered her head and nodded her understanding.
She realized she was going to experience his displeasure but also acknowledged a confusing rush of excitement and dread at the thought of his methods of punishment thus far.
She had been introduced to crops, floggers, both good and bad, and oh, the dreaded plugs.
As they walked into the great room where she first encountered Quinn that fateful introduction night, she took a deep breath of the leather and sweat combined with that special musky scent that Quinlan had called nature’s ambrosia.
She didn’t always agree. Her pulse raced and her breathing quickened.
It normally excited her to be here. Today, mixing the scents with the fear of her punishment was nearly suffocating.
Quinlan noticed and leaned down to whisper, “I’m going to blindfold you, piscín, because your lesson in trust starts here. Last warning, if you need and don’t use your yellow, I will spank you raw every day, forcing you to cry popsicle each time. What is the acceptable word for tonight?”
“It’s yellow, sir.”
“Good, now no speaking unless I’m asking you a direct question, and then you must verbally respond, respectfully, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then let’s play, piscín.”