She held him prisoner, and he loved it. She topped from the bottom at the very best of times. Having lost his oral gratification, he satisfied himself in running his hands in her tresses and then he grabbed a handful, twisting and taking control.
“I love you can do that to me, piscín, but I need you to let me take over.”
He tugged enough to tingle but not cause pain. Little twinges of pain were the types of control that she loved, taking her to the moon quickly and he was learning when it was just right. Too little would deflate her, leaving her frustrated. Too much would put her over the top and not help her learn to control her needs when necessary. He helped her to slowly postpone her gratifications, as he wanted her to be able to do. When she first took his cock in her mouth, she would rush through the sensual act, and while it was release, it was not as sweet as when she was more deliberate. He was more measured when he played with her, not going rapidly just because her libido was rushing her like a freight train trying to make up time.
It wasn’t that he didn’t take her to completion, but slowly, meaningfully, and not the finish me up fast ending she was looking to get. When he took control back, she had no choice but to slow to his speed. He smiled when he heard her huff her dissatisfaction at being pushed from the driver’s seat. He yanked again, and she settled back in to find the rhythm he chose.
Tonight, however, she was not accepting the slow down for long. It appeared as though her need to be rough; to be taken harder was at the forefront of her mind. Quinn held her in place and rammed his cock harder, striving to bounce off the back of her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she gave her tells that her spot in front of his cock was exciting her.
“Touch yourself, baby, rub your clit.” She raced to do his bidding finding she was about to set off her fireworks and he was close. He shoved to the back of her throat and made her swallow once before withdrawing to allow her breath before slamming into her again. Rough was how his piscín liked it sometimes.
They merged as her body stiffened and his tensed in one accord. He shot his hot seed down her throat and she resisted, but firing her own rockets made her less worried about the essence in her mouth and flowing down her throat. Breathing heavily, dragging hot, arousal scented air into her lungs, she slowed her body’s heaving and looked up at him in surprise. She had taken some of his cream, in small quantities but never all of it and never without gagging but she did it this time. Her triumphant smile almost tossed his resolve to wait until their wedding to consummate their love. What held him back was his word; he had given it, and it needed to be the gold standard for their marriage.
He almost couldn’t wait, but he was determined to win that battle. He intended to prove to them both that it wasn’t all about sex, that their attraction was all encompassing. He took his handkerchief and wet it under the sink to clean Cheyenne’s face. She had cleaned him up with her tongue quite efficiently. She was going to get her way if he didn’t work faster himself. He had to get a ring on her finger and vows said quickly.
Quinlan and Cheyenne had been officially engaged for a month, and as they prepared for their wedding day, life continued in most of its mundane existence. Several times in the summer months, Quinn planned to go up to the Circle C Ranch, his brother’s ranch in Montana for a few days or accept a loan out to the forestry.
He shook his head. Cheyenne never failed to earn a butt burning when he returned home. Quinn saw it for what it was, her need for assurance in the form of his declared ownership and love best shown by his taking control. He accommodated her need and she practically purred in response.
His goal was to have her ask for what she wanted not in only one area, but from him in general. That girl rarely did so. When he saw she was misbehaving to gain the attention she sought, he made sure she was punished for not being open with him instead of the acts she resorted to. That was not always possible when her health or safety was at risk.
These days, when Quinn was out of town and she was not hard at work, she was planning the wedding or playing hard with her friends. That was the situation she found herself in today. One of those times came while Quinn loaned out to the Forest Service. He returned from the loan out during forest fire season. It was the first time that Quinn left since they were engaged. He encouraged Cheyenne to visit her friends more than she had recently. That little harmless encouragement found Quinn when he returned early to surprise her, going on an intense search through the woods for his woman.
“She’s not here, dear. I don’t know where she is,” replied Mrs. Sterling when Quinn landed on her doorstep having been unsuccessful so far. “Have you tried her phone?”
“Yes, it goes to voice mail. What time did she leave this morning?”
“Oh, she must have forgotten to charge it. She didn’t go today, though, she left yesterday. She said something about going out with her friends. She’s done this enough times that I don’t worry. She usually calls about two days later.” Mrs. Sterling looked at her soon to be son-in-law for a moment. “Now don’t you get upset because I know she thought you were going to be gone until next week.”
“I wouldn’t be worried if I could find her to check on her. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she left yesterday, you don’t know where she is, and she didn’t leave me a message. These are all things she and I have talked about before. If you find her before I do, will you have her call me? Better yet, you both call me. If I find her first, I’ll let you know.”
“Well, all right, dear, but don’t get too worked up over it. This is typical for Cheyenne.”
Quinn called home to check and see if she had called yet but he knew she hadn’t. His mother would have let him know right away. He called Josh and had him ask his submissive Sue if she heard anything and neither had. Lunch was over so he went back to her office and found Jacquie back in her appointed spot.
Jacquie and her husband Ace Blakely were members of The Sting and friends. Ace was a corporate attorney who assisted in creating the different types of contract templates for the club and was its sole attorney. He also worked with the O’Connors to incorporate, allowing all of their various businesses to come under one umbrella. He had agreed to take on Cheyenne’s business over a year ago after Jacquie had started as her assistant and told him Cheyenne didn’t think she needed one.
“You can have a different attorney, but you need to have one you identify with. I hope you never need one for more than mundane things, but if you do, you’ll know whom to call. Are we good, Miss Sterling?”
“Yes, fine, but it’s my business, why did you call Quinn? Isn’t that a breach of some kind?”
“Nope. He’s my client, but you were not at the time I spoke to him. He brought you up, I just steered the conversation after that.”
“I think that’s pushing it, but thank you. I still say I’ll never need you.”
He grinned and shrugged his victory. “Great. I’m busy enough.” He kissed her cheek, and she had a corporate attorney at her disposal. That sounded nice, the at your beck and call part anyway.
“Jacquie, have you seen Cheyenne?”
“You’re back early. No, Cheyenne went on a trip with a few of her friends. It surprised me because I didn’t think some of her friends would go anywhere there wasn’t a nail salon and a bar. Why?” Jacquie looked at Quinn for a moment, and her eyes grew round. “She didn’t tell you? Surely she left you a message. Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like her. Here let me call her cell.”
Quinn didn’t tell her that he had already tried. He let her call and watched as her brows drew tight across her now furrowed forehead.
“Did she tell you anything about where or what they were going to do?”
“Well, I did help her look at the map. They were camping. I told her it was too dry to have an open fire, and she said she would get a camp stove, and she had a lantern. I mean, isn’t that what you’ve been doing? Fighting forest fires this last month?” She waited until he nodded his head and then, satisf
ied, she continued, “Here, let me get the map we were looking at.”
Quinn stalked out of the office with Cheyenne’s three choices on the map that Jacquie had used and slammed into his truck. He stopped for a radio in case he couldn’t find her easily and a few supplies in case it took longer than he expected. At least she’d chosen a spot that was on the established trail if she did choose one of them.
The first camping area was lightly populated, probably due to bear sighting posters strategically located on trees and he felt sure she would not have stayed to see if she was one of the unlucky campers who ran into one. The second site was close to full, and it took him about two hours to comb the area well enough to decide she hadn’t set up on a spot here either. The sun was low in the sky and by the third site, he knew he would have to pitch a tent for the night.
The sky was brighter than normal, and he immediately left the site uninvestigated to check out the horizon. His gut clenched in the fear that the brightness was not a good sign. The color was off. He ran to call the ranger shack and the fire department to let them know. As he was talking to the latter, he saw the blackening edges of the sky and his worst fears were confirmed. Fire. Giving his coordinates the best he could, he described the fire’s estimated area.
Damn, he had to find Cheyenne and her friends now. He was anticipating starting a fire of his own soon. The third site was more secluded and appeared to have the least amount of disturbance from man, but it also didn’t seem to house one, Cheyenne Sterling. She needs a spanking. She needs a plug, a spanking, and a keeper, ignoring that he was her assigned keeper, and it did not help. Worry escalated every moment he knew there was a fire a few miles away, and he didn’t have any idea where she was.
Now, as he was almost done checking out the third area, and his light all but gone, he could feel a sense of urgency. Frustration soon bled into worry and some fear. He was not one to panic, but he had never lost the love of his life before, and this was at least day two. When Quinn found her, he would make sure he didn’t lose her again because he was going to light up her sassy little ass to glowing. First, he had to find her. He was rethinking her need for friends.
Calling her cell phone wasn’t the answer, as its signal, for some reason wasn’t going through. He became more and more frustrated when he kept going directly to voice mail. Quinn slammed back in his truck and leaned over the steering wheel. Where could she have gone? And with whom? He knew he should have paid more attention to her vanilla friends, but he just didn’t know them, and it was too late to kick his own ass over it. Think man.
Then he remembered that the first time Cheyenne had gone to The Sting, she had come with some friends who had received an invitation from a member. He didn’t know who that member was, but he was sure they would have signed in together. He grabbed his cell once again and prayed he could recognize any of the names around hers that night.
Calling Josh, he apprised him of the situation and the roster names. He hung up so Josh could pull the information from that fateful visit. It had been a while so he needed to dig a little. While waiting, Quinn kept a close eye out on the area he had first seen the smoke, watching it grow.
As the light diminished and the sky became too dark for him to track the progress, he called for an update. The worry that infiltrated his mind made keeping his wits about him increasingly difficult. He wanted to put on the mantle of analytical thinking but was not even close to shutting out his fears for Cheyenne and her friends.
It took a while to get the information on the fire sighting. After being put on hold and transferred several times, Quinn was relieved to know it was almost under control, almost but not quite and that meant there was still potential for disaster. A campfire had gotten out of hand. He didn’t envy the chewing out and the fine that camper had incurred.
Quinn’s cell rang as he contemplated the question of what he would do if this last call didn’t help; disconnecting the call on accident the first time, he tried to answer it. Giving himself a pep talk, he stayed calm as he hit accept on the phone the second time.
“Hey, buddy, did you hang up on me?”
“Sorry, it was an accident. What did you find out?”
“I asked Susie, and she’s sorry, but she didn’t know anything about it. Now, Ashley Reynolds and Megan Martin were the names listed on either side of Cheyenne’s name that night.”
“Yes, and Ashley and her boyfriend Richard have just become full members recently. Can you give me the numbers?”
“I can do you one better. I called Richard, and he said that Ashley was with Cheyenne, but he thought they were at Cheyenne’s apartment, not out camping during high fire risk warnings. He tried her but was unable to get through. He said to share the numbers with you and if you can get through, great. As soon as one of you gets through, let the other one know.” Task complete, Josh chuckled. “Looks like there is going to be more than a risk of setting the woods on fire when those girls are found.
“How are you holding up, man?”
“Not good. I’m beat, actually. I came home early and thought I would surprise Cheyenne. We could have a lazy day in each other’s company. Now I’ve spent all afternoon and evening looking for her. Instead of relaxing, I’m keyed up.” Going on to explain that he had resolved he would find her but wishing he could be as nonchalant as her mother was about it all. “I haven’t even stopped to eat. Discovering she could be in danger from the fire that thankfully hasn’t turned into a full-blown scorcher, yet anyway, took my appetite.” He paused to take a breath, “and I’m scared to death that something is wrong. Some kind of deputy I am.”
They spoke a few more minutes as Josh sat and listened to his friend who rarely gave away any of his secrets, professional or personal, spewed his anger and irritation wrapped in real worry for Cheyenne. Quinn thanked Josh and promised to call when he heard anything. He tried the cell once more to no avail and so set up camp, ate the food he had brought in case of an overnight stay, made sure the fire was contained and fell into a restless sleep.
At first light, Quinn tried Ashley’s cell and thought he heard a phone ring in the quiet distance when he dialed. Walking in the direction of the abbreviated ring, he crossed a ridge and looked around. Nothing there but just before he called again, he heard, rather than saw, Cheyenne and her distinctive tinkling laugh. He perked up and followed the sound. It led him further than the established sites but not so far into the woods as to be unlikely someone would camp there. Breathing a sigh of relief that he had found her, and she was safe, he continued to walk back into the trees.
Chapter Two
Cheyenne had finished gathering some wood for a fire but thought better of it and pulled out her camp stove. She complained because she hadn’t been able to figure out how to work it for almost half an hour and then miraculously it worked. She laughed in delight before quickly pouring pancakes. The stove cooked quickly and in five minutes, she already had four done.
Quinn had taught her a lot, but she hadn’t called to ask him how to work the stove for an obvious reason, he would have told her not to go. She knew about forest fires. With the woods as dry and hot as it was, Quinn wouldn’t have let her go camping. However, she was hyper vigilant so no fire was started by them and she had a bucket of water from the nearby stream, just in case. Camping was about the only thing that her old friends would do that didn’t involve drinking and doing risky things.
Except for Ashley and Richard, because they enjoyed playing at The Sting and had recently become full members. Ashley was held to some of the same expectations as Cheyenne. She was glad her friends had invited her to go camping with them because she was lonely without Quinn. Since he had all but ended her twice weekend nights out with the girls, Cheyenne looked for other ways to spend time with them. Not that curtailing her bar hopping was a bad idea and after the butt scorcher she received for getting in the car with someone who had been intoxicated, she didn’t want to risk it anyway.
It was still the worst spanki
ng she had received from Quinn, and she intended for that to remain true. She wasn’t sure if that was because it was her first and only real punishment from him or if it was really the worst. She wasn’t going to analyze it now, but she intended on never repeating that little error in judgment.
Now when she bar-hopped with the girls, Quinn drop her at the first stop. She allowed him to pick her up or took a cab home to eliminate the risk of a repeat performance. Otherwise, he went with her, bringing along some of his fellow officers and their ladies. Sometimes it was with their friends from The Sting, but that group usually liked to go private due to the way they played and the conversations they had. Cheyenne had to agree it was more fun on those nights.
Excited for the adventure two nights ago, she went off to the Big Horn National Park for three days of camping without letting Quinn know. He was gone and would still be gone until several days after she returned. Cheyenne didn’t tell him when she went for the weekend to the rodeo either, but then, it was spending the night in a hotel and coming home the next day. It would not have been such a big deal, but she didn’t tell her mother either, and all she told Jacquie was that she was going to have a few days off in the woods. She regretted that choice, but it was done now.
Just as Cheyenne had flipped her eighth pancake and wondered if they would need any more, she watched a man, her man, walk out of the woods with a curiously anxious expression on his face. Her stomach muscles clenched when she saw him. He looked so powerful striding into camp as though he ruled it. When he spied her surprised smile, his face relaxed. A slow, lazy grin spread over it like the syrup on their hot pancakes.
Cheyenne ran, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hold. She clung to him, glad to see him after almost a month without his heartbeat under her cheek or his hand brushing her hair out of the way. When she had enough of her first taste of his lips and the scent of his maleness invaded her senses, she allowed him to let her go.
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