Rock the Bodyguard (14 page)

“Please,” she whispered, her lips
next to his ear. “Take me.”

“I can't take your virginity,
Cash,” he murmured. “Not like this. I want it to be special.”

“This isn't special?” She pulled
away a little, only to be drawn right back again, a light slap landing against
her lower lips.

“Every minute I get with you is
special,” he said, a sincerity in his voice making her come over all emotional,
“but I don't want your first time to be in some random hotel room with your
bodyguard. I want it to have meaning.”

Cash pushed away, harder this time.
“Is that all you think you are? Just my bodyguard?”

He pulled her back yet again. “We
haven't discussed anything else, Miss Raine.” He softened the professional
language by slipping the soaked crotch of her panties to the side and working
the tips of two fingers at the entrance to her pussy. His touch made it
impossible for her to take offense or become too upset. She ended up clinging
to his neck as he slowly worked his digits in and out of her, the warmth of his
hand heavenly inside her virginal canal.

For several long minutes he brought
her to new crescendos of pleasure, his fingers working magic in her most secret
places. Then, before she could reach a complete climax, he pulled his fingers
away, leaving her bereft of his touch. She made a small whimper of complaint,
but he pressed a finger to her lips, a finger that tasted of her arousal, and bade
her be quiet.

He moved away slightly. She watched
as he moved his hands to his belt and began to strip himself completely naked.
The first impression she got of his cock was of a springing beast, long and
thick and hard – so hard. When he took her hand and gently guided her to touch,
she was surprised at how smooth and, well, soft it was. Although the flesh
itself was completely rigid, there was a silken sensation as she stroked her
hand along the shaft of his cock, bringing a groan of pleasure to his lips.

“Taste it.”

It was a command, or Cash fancied
it was one anyway. She liked it. Miles lay back on the bed. She bent between
his knees and gave his hard cock an experimental lick. There was a little bit
of a salty taste as her tongue swirled over the head. The motion of her tongue
made his hips jolt with pleasure - and made her smile. Licking him, seeing him
react, it gave her a sense of power and control she rarely felt when Miles was
in the same room.

Growing bolder, Cash licked from
the very base of his cock all the way to the tip. She repeated the treatment
several times, then surprised him by enveloping the thick mushroom tip
entirely, wrapping her lips around the shaft of his penis and lowering her
mouth down so she could suck and taste him as much as possible.

His pleasure was obvious in his
groans and his half whispered words of encouragement. He reached down and
stroked her hair, running his fingers through her fine blonde locks as she
lapped and licked and pleasured him to the best of her ability.

Caught in fantasy, Cash completely
forgot that she was a pop star and he was her bodyguard. It felt much more like
he was a conquering emperor and she an avid slave commanded to bring him to
climax. She felt his cock growing stiffer between her lips and when she wrapped
her hand around the base and began to thrust her mouth up and down along his
shaft, it soon became apparent that he was going to cum. He warned her as much
in ragged breaths, giving her time to move away if she didn't want to taste it.
But she did. She wanted to taste his seed and when he stiffened and pumped his
load across her tongue, she savored it without shame, swallowing every single
drop.

She smiled as he pulled her up and
cuddled her close, pressing kisses to her face and lips, not seeming to mind
the taste of himself. She felt completely cherished and completely cared for as
he held her more sweetly than ever before. She felt his heart beating in his
chest, a fast rhythm that slowed as he relaxed and the effects of orgasm faded.

“That was amazing, sweetheart,” he
whispered, palming her bottom.

“Miles...”

“Hmm?” His voice was sleepy
comfortable, his face a picture of masculine contentment. All the tension had
drained out of his body, leaving him with an almost beatific expression that Cash
found adorable.

“Would you go out with me?”

His eyes flickered open and settled
on her. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Cash squirmed against him. She was
still aroused, still very wet, but it wasn't her body she wanted to satisfy. It
was her heart, the heart that was beating fast with nervousness as she
clarified the question. “I'm asking you if you want to, um, go steady.”

He smiled, a broad smile of
amusement and pleasure. “You want to go steady, hmm?”

“Uh huh,” Cash nodded.

“Are you sure you want to go steady
with a man who spanks your bottom and expects you to obey him?”

She squirmed against him, nuzzling
under his chin in a primal display of closeness. “I want everything about you.”

“Very well, Miss Raine,” he said,
tapping her bottom lightly. “Then you are mine and I am yours.”

He captured her in another kiss,
turning her onto her back and covering her body with his stronger, larger
frame.

“Are we going to do it now?” Her
question was a gasp of anticipation. Sucking him to climax had only served to
arouse her all the more. She could barely stand the heat in her pussy, the
wetness that was making her thighs slick as she gyrated beneath him.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” Miles
said. “I want...”

“...it to be special, I know,” Cash
rolled her eyes, earning herself a tap of censure that came not across her
bottom, but between her legs. It caught her low across her panty-clad pussy, a
strong, firm touch that was not entirely unpleasant.

He saw her reaction and smiled,
trailing his hands down the sides of her body as he captured the waistband of
her panties and drew them down, leaving her almost entirely naked before him.
The golden down of her pussy was slick with arousal, and when he moved his
talented fingers back to tease across her lips she moaned with desire and
frustration.

“Please,” she gasped, working her
hips back against him. “Just fuck me.”

“Uh uh, little Goldilocks,” he
said, shaking his head down at her. He was so calm, so masterful, even when she
was literally writhing with need beneath him. His self-control made her feel
all the more vulnerable, as if he could do anything at all to her and she would
let him, just for the pleasure of his touch.

He spread her thighs and began to
slap the lower part of her pussy with light, stinging taps. There was no pain,
but there was plenty of sensation where her already swollen flesh received
correction from his hand.

“You're impatient,” he chastised
her. “Aren't you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her hips
up as he spanked her wetness.

“Impatient young ladies have their
pussies spanked,” he informed her, leaning down to capture her mouth in another
deep, passionate kiss.

She was helpless against him as he
alternately spanked and caressed her pussy, his fingers mastering the engorged
folds of her sex even as his tongue lashed hers into submission. Her arousal
reached new peaks; peaks she hadn't even known were a possibility until she
gave herself over to him. Somehow he knew precisely how to touch her in a way
that made the sensation soar, and yet did not let her climax. She was writhing,
panting, moaning in a pool of her own desire and he was holding her at a point
so close to orgasm that she could almost taste it. But he would not let her
cross that threshold; he would not let her hit that peak, not until she submitted
to him entirely.

He said none of it, but she felt it
in his touch, and she saw it in his eyes. He wanted her to give herself
entirely, and she did. She gave up all pretense of control and allowed him to
steer her onwards and upwards into even higher realms of pleasure where her
clitoris seemed to sing.

“Cum for me, Cash,” he murmured
against her ear, finally giving her permission to release all the tension pent
up in her frame. He triggered her orgasm with a sharp slap over her clit, a
blow that avoided the bud directly but sent the area around it into overdrive.
Then, just as she cried out with pleasure pain, he sank three thick fingers
inside her pussy, filling her quickly and roughly.

She came stretched around him, her
cries completely uninhibited as she reached out and clung to him, her hips and
belly trembling as her orgasm lashed through her, taking every little bit of
energy she had. All thought ceased and she could no longer tell where she was
or who she was or if she existed at all. Her entire being was consumed by his
love, she had dissolved into it, been absorbed by it. She could have floated
forever in that space outside of existence, but as the pleasure faded she began
to feel her body again. Then there was his body and she was pressed against it,
tears of release streaming down her face. He hadn't just given her an orgasm,
he had given her absolution.

Mattie was coughing. And hoarse.
And croaky. And grumpy. It was all down to the fact that she'd recently been
carted off to a doctor who diagnosed her with damage to her vocal cords. He
said it was from too much smoking and too much screaming. As a result she'd
been quickly shifted onto nicotine patches by Kevin, who was taking no
half-measures when it came to her health.

She stalked up and down the tour
bus as they drove through Belgium toward Antwerp, a stick of hard candy
clenched between her teeth.

“This is fucking bullshit,” she
swore. “What about an e-cigarette?”

“That's just another way to ingest
poison,” Kevin said, shaking his head. “You're quitting smoking, Mattie. Get
used to the idea.”

Unlike his client, Kevin was quite
relaxed. He was sitting on one of the very comfortable armchairs, his long
designer jean clad legs stretched out in front of him as he worked on his
laptop. He’d gone into what Miles was calling ‘hippy mode’, growing out his
beard into a sleek dark pelt that shaped his face into masculine perfection.
His hair was also longer, so much so that Cash had on occasion offered to lend
him some of her accessories to keep it out of his face.

“You can't make someone quit
smoking,” Mattie snapped, gnashing at the sugary stick. “Change has to come
from within, haven't you ever heard that?”

“And when it doesn't sometimes you
need external liberators,” Kevin replied, still looking at his laptop. “Like my
hand across your ass if I find you smoking again.”

“Then I'll make sure you don't find
me,” Mattie smirked.

Kevin lifted his head, shook the
long hair out of his eyes and shot her a dark look. “I suggest you run along,
little Longstockings,” he said grimly. “Before I remind you why mouthing off to
me isn't a good idea.”

Flipping him off, Mattie stomped
back towards the back of the bus, where Cash was catching up on some much
needed sleep.

A thick brow creased with annoyance
as Mattie's heavy boots made more noise than a herd of elephants. Miles waved
at her to keep it down. He was trying to take a call with fairly terrible
reception, owing to the fact that it was originating back in Los Angeles.

“We have the guy,” a LAPD detective
was saying. “He posted pictures of Cash's suite online after the attack. He's a
fringe animal rights activist, too hardcore even for PETA.”

“That explains the animal blood,”
Miles mused. “Thank you, detective. We appreciate the information.”

The detective finished giving Miles
the suspected intruder’s court dates, wished him a good day and rang off,
leaving Miles in a good, but quizzical mood.

“That's strange,” he said, sitting
next to Kevin.

“Tell me about it,” Kevin agreed,
distracted by his email. “I have a message here from the London police. Seems
like whoever clocked me in the hotel wasn't after me at all.”

“What do you mean?”

“There have been several break ins
at high end hotels in London. Looks like a ring of jewel thieves. They take
jobs at hotels as porters or room service or whatever, then break into the
empty rooms and steal. One of them was caught tying up a duke. Confessed the
whole thing.”

“Really.” Miles frowned. “If the
person who broke into Cash's suite and the person who attacked you aren't
related, then that means...”

“That there's no stalker.” Kevin
shrugged. “We're just paranoid.”

“But Mattie... she was attacked
too.”

“There's never actually been any
evidence linking all these things,” Kevin said reasonably. “We just assumed
there was.”

“No stalker. No traitor. Just a
series of unfortunate events,” Miles mused. “Is that really possible?”

“Is it possible things could be
going sort of right for us for once? Maybe,” Kevin suggested. “I mean, this is
what normal life is like, isn't it? No traitors, no stalkers, just the same
random chance of misfortune as everybody else.”

Miles and Kevin looked at one
another. They should have been leaping for joy, but neither one of them was
much comforted by the news.

“It's easier when you have a
specific enemy,” Miles mused.

“I know, right?” Kevin was quick to
agree.

They sat and stared at the passing
scenery, both feeling slightly bereft at the loss of the shadowy villain.

“Are we broken?” Kevin asked the
question.

“Maybe a little,” Miles replied.
“But I think everybody is. It's pretty hard to get through life without a few
scars.”

“It's hard to get through life
without a fucking cigarette,” Mattie snarled, stomping back up the bus.

“Mattie!” Kevin snapped. “Cut it
out. Now. There's no need to take your frustration out on everyone else.”

Narrowing her pretty dark-lashed
eyes, Mattie plucked the candy from her lips and threw it at Kevin. It was a
good shot that would have caught him dead on the nose had his reflexes not been
so sharp. He snatched the candy out of the air and placed it down on the side
table, his expression becoming hard as he glowered at the young woman.

“I guess you're going to get that
spanking after all,” he said, beckoning to her. “Come over here and take your
punishment.”

“You come over here and take
yours,” Mattie snapped. Her words were full of rebellion, but the expression in
her eyes had become uncertain. She’d gone too far and she knew it.

Kevin did not reply, he simply
crooked his finger. Although reluctant, Mattie's feet began to move. When she
was close enough, he reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her
in. He was sitting and she was standing, so she had a little bit of a height
advantage. It didn't matter one whit when Kevin began to lecture her.

“Now you know this is for your own
good, don't you? For the good of your health and your career, might I add.”

“It's hard,” Mattie whined. “I want
a cigarette more than I want anything else in the world. If you told me I could
have one if I jumped out of this moving bus, I'd do it.”

“Well that's silly, isn't it?”
Kevin said. “Don't get me wrong, Mattie, I know what it's like to quit, but you
have to stay strong. Now come here.”

The 'come here' part was entirely
redundant, for she was already there and in fact was already being pulled
forward over his lap. By the time he finished asking her to 'come here' her
bottom was the most visible part of her body, her head being somewhere near the
floor.

Kevin gave her a lazy swat against
the most padded part of her anatomy and looked down at her. “You do understand,
don't you, Mattie? I'm not going to let you get away with temper tantrums or
smoking.”

“This was not in the management
contract,” Mattie argued.

She was rewarded with another slap,
this one a very firm one to the seat of her pants. “I am altering the
contract,” Kevin drawled in his best Darth Vader impression. “Pray I do not
alter it any further.”

Mattie snorted. “You're such a
geek.. OW!”

His hand landed again, this time
square across her sit spot. “There's no way this hurts, Mattie,” Kevin said.
“Settle down, unless you want it to.”

“That's mean,” Mattie protested.

“Hardly.” Kevin slapped her
backside again. “This is a distraction. Are you thinking about smoking now?”

“I guess not.”

“Good.” Kevin slapped her bottom,
catching the curve of her cheeks with a swift upstroke.

“Then every time you feel that
craving coming on, and you think you can't control it, you know where you'll
end up – don't you?”

Mattie wriggled as he peppered her
behind with more swats, the kind that were easily absorbed by her jeans. The
point of the spanking clearly wasn't to punish, but to remind Mattie of the
fact that there were limits and there was someone to enforce them. When Kevin
let her up, she was quite flustered and pink cheeked. He pulled her onto his
lap, kissed her forehead and held her loosely.

“Do we have an understanding?”

Mattie was blushing quite
profusely, glancing over at Miles who seemed indifferent to the entire affair.
“I guess,” she muttered under her breath. “I don't like it.”

“Well its better than the
alternative, isn't it?” Kevin eased her back onto her feet. “You should go get
some rest with Cash. I hope you didn't wake her.”

“Nothing would wake her,” Mattie
said. “She's dead to the world. It's like something or someone has been keeping
her up all night.” She glanced over at Miles with a little smirk.

“You worry about yourself,
tattle-tail,” Kevin said, waving her off. “Go get some rest. It's a big concert
tonight.”

“The last concert,” Mattie crowed.
“I can't believe we made it through all of them in one piece.”

“Quit stalling and go to bed,
Mattie, or I'll tan your hide properly.”

“Okay, okay, keep your hair on!”

Mattie retreated, satisfied at
having dumped Miles in it. When she was gone, Kevin turned to Miles.

“So you and Cash have been
canoodling.”

“There has been no canoodling, as
it happens,” Miles replied. “You know Cash, she works herself to the point of
exhaustion.”

“I do know,” Kevin said. “I'll be
glad when this concert is over, she needs a good long rest. She's starting to
look a little frayed around the edges.”

At that moment, Cash appeared,
proving Kevin's point. Her usual charismatic presence had faded. She looked
pale and wan. The only color on her face was the dark circles under her eyes.
Mattie followed quickly after her.

“I promise I didn't wake her up,”
Mattie said, covering her ass both literally and metaphorically.

“I'm tired,” Cash said, scuffing to
the nearest seat. She looked godawful, so much so that Miles immediately went
to sit next to her and took her pulse. After a minute he laid her wrist down,
frowning.

“I don't think you should go on
tonight, Cash,” he said. “You're on the verge of a total breakdown. You’re
still not eating properly and you’re still not sleeping properly. You’ve made
yourself sick.”

“It's just one night,” Kevin argued
immediately. “The last night. Power on through it.”

“I will,” Cash said, rubbing her
eyes with the heel of her hands. “Don't worry, I'll be fine.”

“We have some good news for you
both,” Kevin said, changing the subject quickly. “The security issues have been
resolved. There's been an arrest for the incident in Los Angeles and there's an
investigation pending on the one in London. Neither one of them are related to
you, Cash.”

“Oh,” Cash said, hardly able to
muster the energy to be happy. “That's good news.”

“What about the guy who jumped me,”
Mattie broken in.

“That I haven't heard anything
about,” Kevin said. “Sorry, Mattie.”

“Oh well, just as long as you and
Cash are sorted,” Mattie replied. “Who gives a fuck about me, right?”

“It's not like that,” Kevin
explained patiently. “It's that we were concerned that all those incidents
could be related. It turns out that they aren't, which means we're safe. As
safe as anyone ever is anyway.”

“Which in my case, is not at all,”
Mattie pointed out.

“Don't you worry, my girl,” Kevin
said. “It will be easy to keep you safe enough with a curfew.”

There was a short period of silence
in which Mattie bit her lip. “This tour is over in, like, a day,” she pointed
out. “And then what? Then I just go back to getting beat up by random people on
the street?”

“I'll still be your manager when
this tour is over,” Kevin reminded her.

“But we won't be living all
together like this,” Mattie pointed out. “We'll all go back to our lives, all
separate. We probably won't see each other at all except for business meetings.
And it won't be the same, so let's not pretend it will be.”

She spoke to a shared concern. Each
of them had come to the tour in some state of solitude. Cash had been locked
away in her little world of celebrity where nobody got close enough to really
know her, Kevin had privately struggled with his demons, Mattie had been a dark
waif frequenting even darker spots and even Miles, who always seemed to be in
control, had been adrift in the aftermath of an illustrious career. They were
all very different people but they shared a knowledge of what it was to be
alone in the world. The tour had brought struggles, but it had also bonded them
like family. Now they were on the verge of breaking those bonds. Each of them
was concerned about it, no one more so than Cash.

Cash was tired. She was homesick
for a home she didn't have. Although she and Miles were growing steadily
closer, she was afraid that after the tour was over he might just fade back
into being someone she had once known. They hadn't even slept together yet and
a little part of her was afraid that they were just being sucked into a road-mance,
a fling that would last no longer than the time it took them to disembark on US
soil.