Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2)

by Alyssa Bailey

  While Cheyenne continued to resist drinking water, Quinn had ensured she drank by making her over the course of the evening take sips. After 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, 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 arms. He used a rabbit/vampire glove that she loved too much to be any type of punishment soft and sharp. She loved the 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 normal desperate sounds but true to his prediction, Cheyenne screamed Quinn’s name.

  As she recovered from her nuclear event, he began again. She was astounded at how quickly she felt herself start the ascension 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 anal plug, her vaginal device having slipped out long ago. She was crying but from total 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 pretzels extra salty 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.

  Until tonight, he hadn’t noticed that she was never drinking water. He chastised himself for missing that important cue. Health and fluid consumption were a problem along with her losing too much weight. He put it on his list to monitor a bit more and create healthy boundaries for her. This girl was still so very haphazard in her habits at times. He had slowly redirected her choices over the last two years. Obviously there were a few more to work on.

  He took his toys, bagged them for the sterilizer, and used their hospital grade sterilizing wipes for the room. Then he called over the follow-up crew and asked for another blanket, two cold bottles of water, and turned the play area over to them to do the final sterilization so another couple could play. As he was cleaning his area, several members came over, including Master Josh to discuss the scene. Quinn bowed out of more than the cursory conversation because he needed to get Cheyenne through some aftercare now that she was beginning to relax a bit and notice her surroundings.

  “That scene was pretty intense at times. You sure know your girl, there.”

  “I was pushing her boundaries plenty tonight. I don’t understand her as much as I want to, but I think we got past the trust and obey me lesson I meant to teach, so the rest should be easy.” Shaking his head with an accompanying grin, Quinn walked off to Master Josh’s laughter. Scooping Cheyenne up without any effort, he deposited her on his lap in the corner of a leather love seat to cuddle.

  “Can we go home now?” she murmured. “I’m so, so sorry that I came without you. I have learned my lesson to obey you because it’s for my own protection and I do trust you. You know, I thought I did before, but it’s somehow different now. After tonight, I mean. You kept me safe. I didn’t use my word, even when I started to panic, because I knew you were watching me and you were always careful with me.”

  “Thank you, piscín. No more apologizing now. I don’t like it when you sound like you’re begging. I don't need it. We are going to sit here and put everything back in place and then, when we are all ready, I’ll take you home.”

  After a few moments of watching Cheyenne grimace as her muscles tightened, Quinlan decided that he was not getting through to her enough. He needed her to talk to him and tell him more. Moreover, he needed her to rely on his judgment.

  “I need to discuss some things with you, baby, like the fact that you’re not taking in enough fluid and not eating these pretzels I gave you to avoid leg cramps. You’re still very stubborn, piscín.”

  “I know. I’m just not a fan of water. And I don’t like salt much either.”

  “And it seems that you don’t like food much at all since I have been gone, piscín.” Quinn decided to open the discussion to understand her better while she was relaxed and her guard was down. “Care to explain?”

  “Umm… what are you talking about? I eat all the time, you know me.”

  Quinn knew her all right and he knew that she was trying to hold herself up straighter and to physically take back some of the control, right this minute. Something Quinlan was not going to allow until he got what he wanted from her, the truth. A simple cocking of the eyebrow was Cheyenne’s cue to start talking fast or the methods for extracting information was not going to be as easy to handle as merely saying the words.

  “Well, I just quit eating sweets. That’s all. That’s healthy, right?” Defiance was the frosting on this little cake she was trying to serve Quinn and he well knew it.

  “And?”

  “And… I started walking.”

  At that, Quinlan laughed. “Sweetheart, you need to learn how to lie better because you’re not going to sit here and tell me that a woman who would not consider exercising with her soon to be husband or anyone else has decided to do that now. Try again, and this time, the truth and all of it, young lady.”

  “Fine. I ate mostly salads and drank diet cola. I just wanted there to be less of me and for you to be proud of me in my wedding dress. It was a size too small but not now,” Cheyenne finished with a triumphant smile.

  “Cheyenne, I love you as you are. I want you rounded in all the right places, and not skin and bones. You’re beautiful to me and I love how you feel. I love to pat this luscious bottom and you fit me perfectly. How much did you lose?”

  “Just enough weight that I have plenty of room to move in my dress.” Looking at Quinn, Cheyenne bit her lower lip and said, “Fine, ten pounds.”

  Quinn chuckled, “Even after all of this tonight, you’re still trying to top from the bottom, Cheyenne. You’ve lost more than that and by the time we get home, you will have told me of your own volition. After we get home, we will weigh you and you will not lose another pound. And we are talking about your penchant to top from the bottom, climbing over me sometimes to do it. Do you hear me?”

  Ugh, back to the dom voice.

  “I just don’t think you understand how good I’ll look now in my dress.”

  Quinn raised his eyebrow in a question. “Yes, your new dress with your newly spanked bottom. Enough. I thought you had learned your lesson, but I can see you haven’t. We’ll be having more lessons daily until you do. Cheyenne, I do understand you want to look good in your dress. What you don’t understand is that you’re already
my wet dreams come to life.”

  “Right, I know you believe that but when you see me in my dress, you will know that I did this for you too. I’ll be a knockout and you will be so glad I lost the weight. And I do trust you with everything.”

  “Good, then drink this water and we won’t talk about losing weight or how you think I want you,” he said as he opened a water bottle.

  “Ugh.”

  “You need another spanking, don’t you? You need a hard, break down the walls, spanking.”

  “NO! I mean, look, I’m drinking it.”

  “All.”

  “Okay, all.”

  “We start tomorrow on your daily spanking until I get some of the brattiness to stay under wraps.”

  “What? No. I promise to stop. Truly, I promise.”

  “We will see how it goes this week.”

  After a few moments of quiet, Cheyenne timidly asked, “Quinn, can’t you stay with me. Please stay with me. Not to do anything, unless you want to?” When he didn’t reply, she continued. “Just stay with me so I’m not alone tonight. I’m getting antsy being alone and it is, well, lonely.”

  “Yes, baby, I’ll hold you tonight.”

  Cheyenne answered with a contented sigh.

  Quinn chuckled to himself. This girl was trying to top from the bottom with every breath. He was glad, so very glad he was the one she was trying to climb over.

  Chapter Nine

  Things to do and events to complete were beginning to quicken the pace as the time for the wedding approached. After finding out that Cheyenne had actually lost eighteen pounds in a month, Quinn had indeed initiated the daily spankings, which he then elongated to weekly when she didn’t lose any more weight.

  Then last week brought it back to daily because Cheyenne was so stressed. Some spankings were just preludes to cuddling, others were preludes to an early night according to what she needed. Cheyenne had seemed to learn quickly to not try to tailor her conversation to how she wanted the evening to end because it made no difference to the outcome.

  “Come on, piscín, let’s get this out of the way so you can relax.” He reached out for her to place her hand in his, as normal but tonight she ignored him and kept on tying ribbons.

  “Cheyenne, don’t ignore me. I know how tired you are because you just bit my head off, so come on so we can enjoy the evening.”

  “Not tonight, I’m too busy. You think this is all a game. It isn’t. I have so much to do.” She grunted her frustration and slammed what she’d been holding on the table, storming out of the room.

  He was in hot pursuit and stood in the door to stop the slamming of that as well. Quinn, always true to his word, observed every mannerism of Cheyenne’s and many times, he read her better than she could read herself. Tonight he stood blocking her exit, waiting for her to react next. He could see she was exhausted and needed him to take over but her stubbornness wouldn’t allow it in her present state. He walked into the room, sat on the end of the bed, put his hand out again and said, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap, baby.”

  She froze and then turning, yelled, “I hate that you know before me what I need. I love it for when it’s good stuff but when it means I can’t hide the littlest thing from you well enough to save my own hide, I hate it.”

  “Come on, baby, you’re tired and being my, cailín dána. Naughty girls get spanked and then they feel so much better.”

  “Please,” she pleaded, not sure what she was asking him to do. He simply nodded.

  “Come on, Daddy’s going to spank your naughty bottom and then he’s going to make the rest of you feel better.”

  She whispered, “This is insane.”

  He just nodded and took her hand in his. “Say yes, piscín, just say yes and I’ll take care of the rest.”

  She visibly relaxed the moment Quinn had taken her hand. “Yes.” He kissed her cheek and drew her over his lap before dragging her panties and yoga pants off. She wouldn’t need them again tonight.

  It was an early night. When she needed reassurance, he took it there and met her need. When the stress was overwhelming, like tonight, and she couldn’t climb its mountain, he was more intense, again giving her what she needed. Tonight it was spanking until she cried and then a cuddle, bath, another cuddle, and bed. He left after she fell asleep. When he called her the next morning, she was chirping, happy as a lark.

  Life was just hectic and Quinn understood. Cheyenne’s mother, who often sat and watched the world go by perfectly content to be a spectator instead of a participant, didn’t change her lifelong habit. It left Cheyenne to make most of the wedding choices after long days at work. She refused help and even gave her assistant, Jacquie, more off time than she could afford in her packed days. Jacquie rarely asked and so Cheyenne wanted to accommodate her.

  Parker had told Quinn about a police officer position in the town next to Liam and Ciaran’s ranch. Quinlan’s application was accepted and after a quick run up for an interview, he was hired on as a police officer in the five-man Elk Ridge Police Department starting the first of the year, so he was going to need to go up to training for a few weeks.

  “I have to tell you, baby, that I’m so relieved to have been offered that job because, to be honest, ranching full time in whatever capacity isn’t how I want to spend my days. Part time, special needs times, no problem, I actually like it, but for every day, no thank you.”

  Cheyenne knew he was trying to set things up to move before he left for training so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed to do it all without him, having learned from his brother’s mistakes. Quinn had also been busy working on finding the right floor plan for their house and then putting in the adjustments needed but that was accomplished now.

  Quinn and Cheyenne had gotten a nice rental setup for January when they were moving to Montana. The house had been recommended by a friend of the O’Connor family. Cheyenne had heard it might go on the market soon. If that was the case, they decided to buy it because it was in a prime location and would rent easily. After a quick run up to finish paperwork for the various things going on, Cheyenne got the call that it was going to go on the market.

  The owners didn’t have to pay realtor fees so they knocked off half of what they would have paid for a realtor and both parties were happy. Cheyenne used some of her inheritance money without telling Quinn about it to offer it as a wedding present. While agreeing that it was a good investment, Quinn had expected to finance it on the short term. Cheyenne decided to go ahead and purchase it. She was a good investor and it was a good price for the house and five acres. She was excited about her wedding gift and hoped he wouldn’t be upset she did it without him but it was done now.

  While preparing for their special day, Cheyenne had asked Sean if he would take the place of her father. Cheyenne sat down earlier in the planning and spoke to Sean and Quinlan about her mother’s reticent to stand and give her daughter in marriage. Cheyenne was quick to explain it wasn’t that her mother was hesitant to give her away into marriage. It was the act itself that she shied away. Quinlan had asked if maybe her mother had some mental health issue that stopped her from the doing things in front of others, which was greeted with a sad shake of her head.

  “It’s not that my mother isn’t capable of doing it, it’s just that my mother simply doesn’t want to give the effort or maybe she just can’t. I guess I thought things might be different for my wedding. It just isn’t important enough to her.” In response, both Sean and Quinn sternly proclaimed that not possible. Cheyenne dejectedly shrugged her shoulders and allowed the men to comfort her for a moment.

  She pushed up out of the comfort. Cheyenne stood and walked away from the men who wanted to fix everything and stared out of the family room window.

  “I’m tired of trying. I’ve spent most of my growing up trying to be important enough for her to try. I now understand she simply can’t do it. Depression is a horrible illness.” She paused. “I know it sounds terrible, but sometimes I find that I wish that Dad had
lived and my mom had passed away because if I had to lose one of them, why did it have to be the one who could care about me.” She shook her head and then stood up straight.

  When Quinn and Sean made motions to reach out to Cheyenne again in comfort, she pushed them away. Quinn pulled her to his lap before he reached up, and with the pads of his thumbs, wiped away some of the tears that, unbeknownst to Cheyenne, had begun to fall. She pushed his hands away and sat up, signaling her completion of this conversation.

  “This is the last time I’m talking about this. Dad loved spending time with you, Da. He spoke fondly of you often and enjoyed the time you rode together just talking. I know that Dad would approve you as his replacement.” Tears rolled down her cheeks and Sean tenderly wiped them away, drawing her into his still hard chest. “I just want to make sure, Da, that you’re okay with doing this. Because what I’m asking you to do is to the Stewart side as well as the O’Connor side and I know that’s not typical. Nor do I know just how it can be done.”

  “I know it’s hard, a lómhara. I’ll be proud to stand in for my friend to both give and receive my new daughter. That, my dear, isn’t a problem. I’ll figure it out. The giving and taking of a daughter is a distinguishing act in your wedding that will stand out. Things like the family exchange. You each have your defining moment and this is it for you. I feel it an honor to stand in your father’s stead to give you away and it’s certainly an honor to stand for my family to receive you so think nothing of it.”

  Sean reached over, kissed Cheyenne on the top of the head as he stood and gave her a hug, before passing her over to Siobhan who had walked into the room. Siobhan did what she always did best, comfort. She reached for her while she cooed and loved on Cheyenne until she was ready to work on reception favors as Sean walked out of the room as though that was the end of the conversation with no other discussion necessary. Quinn leaned down and kissed her lips with loving possession.

  Sean was right. It was never discussed again, but because of this conversation, Cheyenne felt Sean take on a more protective role with her. It might have been the fact that she was soon to be his newest daughter or maybe just to be kind. Whatever it was, to step in for her father gave her a feeling of belonging and comfort. Given her temperament, she wasn’t sure she was as happy about that additional layer of watch care as she should be. Only time would tell but right now she had a wedding to get through.