to let go.
Somehow, I made it through the entire ordeal, but only because he’d worked so hard to teach me control in the preceding weeks. When it was finally over, I curled into his chest when he lifted me in his arms. I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe. Someone went ahead of us and opened doors. I’d had my eyes squeezed close, but I opened them to see. Squatch? Maybe. I took a breath and confirmed it.
He opened the door to what I assumed was Frost’s room and then closed us in, without coming in with us. Frost sat on the bed with me cradled to his chest and reached between my legs. Three fingers entered me, fucked me hard.
“Come, Cheyenne.”
I came apart. The stress and anticipation of knowing what was coming, and then the ordeal of having to go through it, topped off by my ass feeling as if it were three thousand degrees, and then his talented fingers working me — every bit of it released, and I shook and screamed and shuddered in his arms. I came so hard, the stainless plug came out, but he ignored it when it hit the carpet with a thud.
He barely waited for the orgasm to wane before I was on the floor and he was on me, his dick in my ass. Most of the lube was gone, but enough was left he didn’t rip into me.
I didn’t care, though. He fucked me hard and fast. Brutal. My cat needed it as much as me.
Best of all, he gave me orgasms for over an hour before he finally let me rest.
“We need to go back upstairs,” he told me with a chuckle, “so you can be welcomed into the family.”
I’d known this, but I was so tired, I didn’t move.
“Don’t make me spank you again, Cheyenne.”
Once again, that voice had me moving.
“My bag is still on your bike.”
“I’ll get a prospect to bring it down. No shower, and there’ll be plenty of food.”
Frost
My inner sadist had liked hurting her a little too much. He wanted to hurt her worse, now.
I’d have to contemplate that later, though. For now, I needed to be sure she was okay with walking into a roomful of people who’d just seen her spanked and belted.
We heard the band playing when we hit the stairs to head upstairs, and the party was going strong when we entered from the back of the room. Velvet hugged my girl first, then Mad Dog, Squatch, and everyone else. Even Tess, our bitch-on-wheels attorney gave her a warm welcome.
We had four ol’ladies now: Velvet, Ember, Tess, and now my Cheyenne. The club needed our women. It felt right, seeing the four of them at the bar doing tequila shots with limes and salt.
And Cheyenne had stood still to accept her consequences. I was so damned proud of her — and I’d told her so, while I gave her orgasms until she begged for a respite. I didn’t tell her my inner sadist had fed off her pain and fear, though. I wasn’t sure how she’d take that part.
We were coming up on Thanksgiving, and I was so happy we had this behind us, so she could be part of our holiday.
It takes a lot to get a cat drunk, but Velvet lined shots up and had Cheyenne do them one after another. Twenty-four shots in just a few minutes. The women stood on the bar and danced, and I couldn’t help but admire Cheyenne’s lean body. She’d changed into jeans, black boots, and a tight little black tee shirt before we came back, and she rocked the look.
Dementor sat beside me and bumped my shoulder with his. “I think we both have it pretty bad.”
“I still can’t believe your ol’lady’s a fuckin’ dragon.”
He chuckled. “We have to go to faerie for her to change and fly, but damn, she’s beautiful.”
The Big D leaned back and I could see his contentment. He drew a long swig from his beer and said, “It’s good to have our ol’ladies actin’ up at parties again. We’ve needed this.”
I looked around and had to agree. The sweetbutts were all being well used in one area of the clubhouse, while the ol’ladies jumped down from the bar and poured more shots for each other. We hadn’t spared any expense on the bar, and it was nice to have a home we could be proud of again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cheyenne
When I was a sweetbutt, I thought I’d