Chapter Eighteen
Master Lars’ footfalls could barely be heard as he walked away.
Right afterward, Cheyenne became restless because there was no activity.
She wiggled and pulled at her restraints with a sigh.
Still and silent but for the distant sounds of the club all around her, heaving breaths, whimpers and squeals, tears and the sound of paddles to bottoms. Her anxiety rose.
She knew she couldn’t speak and ask where Quinn was without inviting more discipline, so her imagination shot off quickly.
Maybe he walked off with Master Lars to talk, but she couldn’t speak, so she pulled more on her restraints—not hard, but she pulled.
Maybe she was just on display in front of those watching.
One slap on her right hip and buttocks brought her up short.
She froze in place, afraid to move. It wasn’t Quinn’s hand, so it had to be Master Josh’s large paw.
Brisk, no-nonsense smacks fell with precision and accurately covered her entire bottom.
The assault that landed on her achy bottom was leather.
She could tell it was a well-used belt. The feel of the leather told her it was the same leather that had comforted her earlier.
This time, however, it was not comforting; it hurt.
“Master Josh, why are you spanking me so hard?”
“Are you supposed to speak?” asked Josh.
“Sorry, Sir, but it hurts. A lot.”
“Good to know. I don’t have to adjust anything. Since you aren’t going to mind your Dom and keep quiet, I should have you do something with your mouth.”
“What? Yellow, Sir.”
Master Josh laughed. “Count, brat, count. Do you still want your yellow card?”
“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“Good, Start now.”
Another stinging slap rang crisply through the air. “One, Sir.”
After twenty more, Master Josh stopped and moved, squatting down in front of Cheyenne.
“You’ve done well, little one. I sometimes forget what other subs can take since Susie is such a handful and has masochist tendencies.
I don’t personally comfort right away after punishment, not until I end the evening.
That’s your Sir’s domain, however, so I will leave you a little comfort if your Dom allows.
” He kissed her cheek and stood, walking away from her.
Next, she felt something as soft as a warm breeze.
It was a flogger with the most delicious touch.
With extreme skill, the strands were swished over and over her body, as she slid into the warmth that surrounded her.
She was aroused as she had been with the first floggers, but this was enveloping her, consuming her. She never knew when he stopped.
Quinn, thankfully always attuned to her needs and changes, must have noticed she was not being distracted. He rubbed her legs, bottom, and the crease between her ass cheeks of her likely glowing red globes. At first, she whimpered.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but wiggle, and Quinn placed his hand on the small of her back, rubbing to help relax her, seeing exhaustion was setting in.
She responded in a needy way, trying to move her bottom to where she wanted his hands, and received two stinging swats for that wanton effort. She whined.
He walked up to her ear and said, “I’m Top, sweetie. We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Right now, let me take care of you.” Cheyenne groaned, and she heard Quinn whisper, “Naughty piscín.”
He returned to her dark entrance more aggressively now.
She couldn’t help but try to resist the backdoor pressure.
She wanted to avoid any resistance to her Sir, but it was not possible.
Abruptly, he stopped applying pressure and introduced something into her vagina.
It was rubbery and filled her, but not as much as she imagined Quinn would.
Still, it was more than she was used to having there.
She hadn’t had real sex in over two years, and she felt full.
Now he was putting pressure on her anus, and she gave over to it.
Her pussy’s intruder was sending jolts of excitement to her groin, pulsing and causing her muscles to contract almost painfully.
Just as she had begun to deal with her body’s reaction to the pulsing party in her woman’s bits, Cheyenne felt the plug smoothly inserted and settled into place.
To calm her straining to push it back out, his hand moved to her clit for a little TLC there.
As she wiggled, she felt several sharp slaps on her inner thighs.
She hissed. It was Quinn’s typical signal to spread her legs, and after adjusting the straps; he spread her legs a bit more before returning to her bottom.
Keeping the fireworks at bay was driving her mad with desperation.
“Cheyenne, do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
“Good. Listen to me. I’m going to finish your punishment now and then I’m going to love you some before we call this done.”
“Sir?”
“What, mo ghrá?”
“Umm, you aren’t going to bring me to... Mmm, I mean, you aren’t going to... Well, you know. Not... play with me. Not all the way, right? I mean... I want you to, but...”
“I told you I was waiting for our wedding day to experience the full complement of treasures you have for me. However, climax, you bet. You’re going to come right here, screaming my name.”
“But, Sir,” she whispered, “we aren’t private.”
“Mhuirnín, as far as you are concerned, we are the only two here. Mind me, baby. Trust me to give you what you need, and I think you’re so worn out that you need me to finish you and then take you home.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Cailín maith. Good girl, here we go, baby.”
His “good girl” gave her a little thrill and brought her the comfort that she needed.
She settled in for him to do his magic. As he finished his words, she felt the rubber paddle Master Lars had used.
He laid ten hard swats on her already well-spanked bottom.
While she could handle the many swats of varying intensity with some time and his ministration in between, these were meant to finish business and Cheyenne cried in earnest. She was crying for the release and for the care Quinn always showed her.
She was nearly exhausted, and the paddle hurt.
“Now I’m taking your blindfold off so keep your eyes closed as you slowly get used to the light.
I’m lowering our lights in this area to help you relax and orient before I play a little.
It’s just a little extra help to bring you to completion.
Are you ready, piscín? Here, drink the rest of this before we go on. ”
While Cheyenne continued to resist drinking water, Quinn had ensured she drank by making her do so over the course of the evening. After nearly an hour, she was still nursing the same bottle of water. She took a sip.
Frustration in his voice, he said, “Cheyenne, I’m tired of telling you there is no choice in drinking this water. Drink the rest of this bottle, now.”
Cheyenne took stock of the tone, voice, and words, but couldn’t control the brat in her.
“But I just don’t like water.”
“The appropriate answer is ‘Yes, sir’ unless you’re looking for another twenty with the paddle.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can’t believe you’re still challenging me, little girl.”
She shook her head. “I don’t mean to but sometimes I get irritated when you make me do things I don’t like.”
“Sir. Well, you will like what I make you do next, after you drink up. And do not roll your eyes at me.” Cheyenne giggled.
Quinn waited for her to finish the water and then went about sensually arousing her with feathers, tantalizing her.
He used a rabbit/vampire glove that she loved too much to be any type of punishment, soft and sharp.
She loved sensation play. Then he used the flogger Master Josh had used to take her to Shangri-La.
Finally, the dance his lips and hands were doing on her whole psyche would have been incredible to watch if she hadn’t climaxed, hard, in front of the onlookers.
She made her usual desperate whimpers and breathless sounds, but true to his prediction, she screamed his name.
As she recovered from her nuclear event, he began again.
She was astounded at how quickly she felt herself start the ascent again.
Floating effortlessly, he made and held eye contact, watching her eyes as they glazed over, succumbing to another deliberately profound climax.
It seemed to go on and on until she had burned through all her remaining energy.
Her pelvis was vibrating and her pussy was weeping a river of happy tears.
Her clit was extremely swollen and sensitive to even the airflow of the vent.
Even her bottom hole was spasming so hard that he had to soothe her muscles to stop the contracting.
Finally, he removed her plug, her vaginal device having slipped out long ago.
She was crying out in complete submission, release, and exhaustion.
QUINN HUGGED HER CLOSE for a moment before letting her go.
He gave her some very salty pretzels dipped in chocolate when he sat her bundled in a warm blanket to watch him police his area of play.
One of the members who owned a bakery made extra salty pretzels, then dipped in assorted chocolates just for aftercare.
Quinn worried that Cheyenne was going to get leg cramps, and he wanted to try to avoid them.
His strategy was getting her to eat the extra salt would make her thirsty enough to drink the water and between the two, avoid cramps.
The chocolate was to entice her to eat them.