Rock the Bodyguard (16 page)

His tone was a little more stern
than it had been and for a moment, Cash was scared he might decide to start
switching her again. Her concern for the state of her behind outweighed her
need for carnal release - but only just.

“This isn’t fair,” she pouted,
giving up.

Miles slid his hand away from her
pussy and slapped her bottom quite soundly. “Did you think you were going to
receive pleasure after what you did?”

“But you touched me there!”

“That was for my pleasure,” he
winked down at her outraged face. “Not yours.”

“Meanie,” she muttered as he
reached down and slid her pants and panties up her thighs, dressing her without
attending to her sexual needs.

“I could show you mean, Miss Raine,
but I do not think you would like it. It involves a ginger root and a rather
sensitive part of your anatomy.”

Standing up, Cash cocked her head
to the side. “What are you talking about?”

He chuckled, a dark sexy sound.
“All in good time,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Are you ready to
go back to the house?”

“I’m ready to hump anything solid,”
Cash muttered shamelessly.

He laughed at that. “Come on,
naughty girl,” he said. “You need an afternoon nap.”


“I’m not tired.”

His brow rose and his eyes darkened
a shade. “Food and rest, those are the two things you are going to get a lot
of. And if you refuse either of them, you’ll find your bottom paying the price.
Do you understand me?”

“Yessir,” Cash mumbled, feeling
very put upon. The illusion that they were just two people, just an ordinary
boyfriend and girlfriend was long gone. Miles was firmly in control and she was
going to have to do as she was told or face the consequences. It wasn’t a
relationship so much as it was a dictatorship.

As they began the walk back, she
discovered that the tight, hot feeling had not gone anywhere. Every step was
like being switched all over again, fresh stinging spiking through her bottom.
By the time she had gone a few paces she was more than willing to go and lie
down, preferably on her tummy.

“Cash.”

Miles stopped her just before they
left the clearing. She looked at him. He reached down, tipped her chin up with
his hand and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I care for you very much, Miss
Raine,” he said. “And I want you as badly as you want me. I just want to do
things right. You deserve that.”

She nodded. She wasn’t sure what he
meant by doing things ‘right’ but it seemed to imply that what she wanted was
wrong. And that left her feeling much as she had at the very beginning of their
association - as if he didn’t really quite approve of her.

The walk back was uncomfortable,
both physically and emotionally. So much so that by the time they got back to
the house, she was fuming. Part of it was because she had a sore bottom, but
most of it was because Miles didn’t seem to notice her agitation. If he did, he
didn’t care.

The moment they got inside she
stamped to the main bedroom and slammed the door behind her. It was an old door
and it made a pleasing THUNK as she went through. Miles didn’t come to
investigate, which made her madder. She went into the hall and tried the door-slamming
trick again, but there was still no response. The third time she did it, she
cried out before the door hit the jamb. Miles had come up behind her and
swatted her hard right across her angry bottom.

“Cut that out, Cash.”

She turned on him, her pretty face
screwed up almost in a snarl. “No! I won’t!” She stamped her foot. “You haven’t
even asked me what’s wrong!”

“I don’t need to,” Miles said. “You
need a nap.”

“No I don’t. I need sex. Sexual
intercourse,” she snapped. “Heard of it? Or do they not have it in Puritania
where you’re from?”

As always, he remained entirely
calm. More than calm. Still, like the eye of a hurricane.

“You can’t yell people into sex,
Cash.”

“I could fuck any man I wanted,”
she reminded him. “There are literally millions of men in the world who want to
have sex with me. Literally.”

“Well right now what I want to do
to you is turn you back over my knee and spank your bottom until you stop
behaving like a petulant little brat.”

Cash screwed up her face. “You
better not.”

Miles was beginning to look very
stern. As at other times when he’d looked stern, she suddenly became aware of
things like his height, and his breadth, and his strength. All of which were
factors in her potentially not having a choice if he decided to spank her
again.

“Cash, go and lie down in bed,” he
said. “You have three minutes to settle down, or your pants are coming down and
you’re going to get another spanking.”

“I HATE this!” Cash exclaimed, her
tummy roiling with anger as she turned, stomped towards the bed and threw
herself down on it.

“Try and get some sleep.”

Miles quietly shut the door,
leaving her alone.

Cash laid on the bed feeling angry
and out of sorts. Her bottom was still hurting, so she kicked off her pants.
With less fabric to irritate the little welts on her bottom she was a bit more
comfortable. Then she laid down, squirming around until she found a comfortable
position amongst the eiderdown duvets and soft stuffed pillows.

“Stupid man,” she muttered to
herself. “I don’t need a nap. I’m not even tired.”

She was very surprised to find that
the next thing, she was aware of, was waking up with the sun low in the sky,
casting a golden glow over the room. She must have slept for hours. It was
almost nighttime.

Easing herself out of bed, Cash was
surprised to discover that her bottom still hurt and tingled. That switch sure
had some lasting effects. She didn’t bother to put on pants when she wandered
out of the bedroom in her search for Miles.

She found him with her nose,
following it to the kitchen, which was rich with wonderful smells. Miles was at
the stove, cooking. She stopped and just stared at him, rubbing the sleep out
of her eyes as she did. He looked good in a kitchen, his sleeves rolled up to
his elbows as he wielded a wooden spatula with an expert touch.

He looked up at her and smiled.
“Have a good nap?”

“I guess,” she said, shuffling
toward him. “What’s that?”

“Bolognese.”

She noticed that there was an open
bottle of red wine next to him, and a half filled glass. She sidled up and took
a cheeky sip as he looked on, somewhat indulgently.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” he said,
swatting her bottom lightly as she escaped across the open kitchen with his
glass.

“Smells good,” she said, sipping
her wine. “You cook?”

“Cooking is important,” he said. “A
man has to know how to feed himself.”

Quietly impressed, Cash nodded
along. She knew how to feed herself too. She had food sent up to her. That was
how food came, right?

“Are you feeling better?”

Cash had the good grace to feel a
little ashamed. “I guess I was a little more tired than I thought.”

“You don’t seem to be terribly good
at knowing when you’re hungry and tired,” he said. “It’s as if you don’t know
what’s going on in your own body.”

“Maybe,” Cash admitted. “It’s been
a busy couple of years.”

“You’re on the road to burnout,”
Miles said, pouring himself another glass of wine. “That can have some serious
consequences. A nervous breakdown isn’t anything to scoff at.”

“Well I’m taking a break now,” Cash
said, kneeling on a kitchen chair. She knew better than to trust the chair with
her bottom. “That’s a start, right?”

“It is,” he agreed, tossing pasta
into a colander and letting the water drain into the sink. “But it’s only a
start. You need a complete reset, young lady. You need to remember what it is
like to relax, to eat well, to sleep well.”

Swirling the wine in her glass, Cash
gave him a rueful look. “I don’t know if I remember what any of those things
feel like.”

“By the time I’m done with you, you
will,” Miles said.

“And will I know what it’s like to
have sex? With you?”

He snorted and shook his head. “You
don’t let up, do you, Cash?”

“Not when I want something, no,”
she said. The wine was warming her from the inside out, making her feel all
soft and dreamy and, yes, horny. She reached down and touched herself over her
panties, not caring how shameless the display was.

“Cash, get your hands out of
there,” Miles cautioned her. “It is dinner time.”

“I can’t eat,” she said. “I’m too
horny to eat.”

Miles glanced at her with those
dark eyes, switched off the burner and crossed the room to stand in front of
her, his hands on his hips. She giggled, a light naughty sound as he reached
around her, peeled her panties off her still sore bottom and inspected the
damage from earlier that day.

“You have soft skin,” he noted,
tugging at her panties in a way that made them ride tight over her sensitive
lips. “I will have to be careful with your tender bottom.”

Cash moaned, holding onto the back
of the chair as Miles worked her panties across her pussy. The man could make
the slightest touch erotic. She hoped that he would agree to make love to her
soon, she wasn’t sure she could take the teasing for much longer.

Satisfied that she was in one
piece, Miles settled her panties snugly across her bottom and gave her a light
tap on her cheek. “Sit down, Miss Raine,” he murmured. “I want you eating whilst
the food is still hot.”

He helped her turn in the chair and
settle onto her well-spanked cheeks. It was as if the fire he’d lit in her
bottom earlier that afternoon was sparked all over again, the more she squirmed
from discomfort, the more stingy and sore it got.

“It stings to sit,” she whined.
“The wood is hard.”

His smile was nothing short of
devilish as he replied.

“I know.”

Living with Miles was a mix of joy
and frustration, pleasure and pain for Cash. He’d once warned her that he
enforced discipline in his intimate relationships. He hadn’t been kidding. It
seemed as though not a day went by that she wasn’t upended over his strong
thigh and spanked for one infraction or another. She was starting to develop a
certain level of resistance to the mere application of his palm on her bare
behind, but he’d had no trouble getting inventive. Sometimes she thought there
wasn’t an object on earth Miles couldn’t use to spank her.

For two weeks they shared the
cottage, spending most days relaxing, taking walks in the countryside and
getting to know one another outside the stressful atmosphere of the tour. Cash
learned a great deal about Miles. She learned that he liked salt but not pepper
on his eggs. She learned that he folded his socks just so every time he put
them away. More importantly, she learned that he was truly gentle and kind and
considerate of her every need and she learned that he was as adept at giving
pleasure as he was at providing protection.

But still he would not cross the
final boundary. He would not make love to her. The result of that was Cash
finding every day to be an exquisite torture. She was head over heels in love
with Miles, every time he looked at her she felt her heart flutter and her
lower lips flush with a hopeful rush of blood. When he held her in his arms,
she wished she could capture time and simply freeze that moment forever, for
there could be no perfection like being held next to his body, feeling his
strength, smelling his scent.

One evening, Miles suggested they
take a midnight dip at the hot pool. It was located along one of the mountain
trails and did not look at all impressive during the daytime. They’d walked
past it many times, and aside from the steam gently rising in morning mist, it
looked no different than any of the other small catchments of water that dotted
the mountainside.

She agreed to go, of course. She
would have agreed to a tour of a cardboard box factory if it meant more time
with Miles. Their holiday was running short. In a few days she would have to
return to the States, to her career. For the first time in her life, Cash
wasn’t looking forward to working. Miles had opened her eyes to a new kind of
life, a life where people came first, not music or dancing, or shows or sales.
For two weeks, Cash had done nothing but take care of herself and she felt much
better for it. The world was a different place when you weren’t running on
three hours sleep. The colors were brighter, the joys deeper.

“Come along, Miss Raine,” Miles
said, leading her along the narrow path which wound between ferns and trees.
The way was lit here and there with low set bulbs that made the forest floor
around the trail seem to glow gently. Miles kept her hand clasped firmly in
his, making sure she did not slip. “We do not have all evening, you still have
a bedtime, you know.”

She groaned and he chuckled. Miles
had a bedtime, which meant Cash had a bedtime. Ten o’clock. It seemed
ridiculously early and she’d rebelled against it almost every evening. But
because the result was always the same - a hot bottom and the inevitable being
put to bed regardless, she’d given up fighting him on it.

They were both wearing their
swimsuits, Cash in a skimpy two-piece that barely covered anything at all,
Miles in dark swim shorts which were much more modest. She was hoping Miles
would be overcome with lust when he saw her in the strappy little number, but
he seemed preoccupied, so much so that he hardly seemed to notice that she was
perpetually on the verge of falling out of her swimsuit.

There was a slight chill in the air
and Cash was looking forward to immersing herself in the spring-heated water.
It would be nice to get warm, if nothing else. She was starting to get a little
annoyed at Miles. Who dragged a girl into a forest in the middle of the night
just to sit in a hole in the ground? Maybe it was some sort of military thing.

As they rounded the last bend, she
gasped in surprise. There was much more than a heated hole in the ground - and
it was definitely not some sort of military thing. The place was lit up with
hundreds of small candles nestled in the rocky surrounds. Scattered around the
edge of the spring were thousands of rose petals forming a soft carpet for her
feet. Off to the side was a little table set with two plates covered with
silver dishes. Soft robes were draped over the back of the chairs, waiting to
be donned if the need arose.

“You did this for me?”

Cash turned and looked up into
Miles’ eyes. He was so handsome in the moonlight, his strong jaw highlighted by
the shadows, his bare torso rippling with muscular power. As she gazed at him
in the most pleasant confusion she’d ever experienced, he sank to one knee.

“Cash, from the moment I laid eyes
on you, you've been in my heart. I know we haven’t known each other an awfully
long time, and this might seem sudden, but I can't imagine my life without you.
I want to spend every day with you, looking after you, protecting you.” Miles’
voice was hoarse with emotion as he prepared to say the words she didn’t know
she’d been waiting to hear. “Miss Raine, will you be my wife?”

“Yes,” Cash breathed. It was the
only sound she was capable of making. “Oh yes, please.”

Beaming, Miles produced a ring from
his swimsuit pocket. Cash clapped her hand over her mouth as she beheld the
slim silver band topped with an ornate floral setting for a large princess cut
diamond, which was nestled between two small round cut gems.

“This ring has been in my family
for generations,” he explained. “My mother wore it, my grandmother wore it, and
my great grandmother before her wore it. I’ve been waiting for it to arrive
since I sent for it the day you woke up here.”

“It's beautiful,” Cash said, her
eyes welling with tears as Miles slipped the ring onto her finger. “I can't
believe it. You really want to marry me?”

“More than anything in the world,”
Miles assured her, standing to wrap her slim frame in his arms. He pressed his
lips against her mouth, his passion flowing through his body and into hers. Her
lips parted, his tongue entered and she was soon consumed with fresh lust and
love.

She’d forgotten all about the chill
in the air. Miles’ larger body kept her more than warm enough as he kissed her
thoroughly, dipping her back until she found herself laid out on soft petals,
lit by the glow of moon and candle.

Her heart burned for him, so did
her loins. She did not think she could stand another hour without him inside
her. Reaching for him, she cradled his face in her hands. “Please,” she
whispered. “May I have you now?”

Miles lowered his head and pressed
a kiss to her breast whilst his hand swept down her body, brushing her bikini
away as if it were nothing more than wisps of a web. In an instant, she was
naked under him, the petals of her sex flowering with desire.

“I don’t think I could refuse you
if I wanted to,” he growled, pressing kiss after kiss to her face and neck and
breasts. “I love you so much, Cash.”

“I love you too,” she whispered as
he arched up, disrobing himself. She had seen him naked several times before.
She was quite familiar with his cock, but she was not sure that it had ever
been quite that hard or large in the past. It was so thick and hard, pulsing
with a life of its own as Miles began kissing up her body, his lips starting
their journey above her pubic bone and traveling ever upwards until they locked
with hers again. She could feel his cock straining, a hard, rounded
protuberance surging against her flesh. She thrilled to the feeling of his
powerful hips between her thighs, the head of his thick cock running between
the slickness of her lips.

“Please,” Cash whimpered. “I want
you inside me.”

He pressed forward. She felt his
cock begin to spread her lips, his flesh sinking inside her little by little.
She hadn't expected the heat, nor the size. Miles was not a small man, he was
rather well endowed and though she had explored him with her mouth, that was
nothing compared to taking him in her most sensitive channel. As Miles moved
inside her, a small whimper of discomfort rose to her lips. He stilled
immediately, stroking her hair back from her face.

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to
stop?”

“No,” she gasped. “Please don't
stop.”

He held himself inside her, not
moving forward or back. He was but an inch inside her, the pressure of his cock
making the walls of her pussy relax slowly but surely. When he began moving
again there was fresh pressure, this time accompanied by a stinging sensation.
He had reached her hymen. His manhood stood at the gates of her maidenhead.

“Please...” she whispered again.

He moved forward at her urging, his
cock sliding into her depths in one long motion. Her eyes opened wide as she
experienced a feeling of fullness like no other. They were connected, deeply
and intimately, not two people, but one. The small pain was absorbed in
pleasure when he began to move slowly, stroking his flesh inside her,
pleasuring her in a way that sent hot sensations flashing through to her very
core.

Cash had often imagined what sex
would be like, but she had never, in all her wildest imaginings, expected it to
be an experience that took her out of herself and merged her completely with
the man she loved, the man she had promised to marry. She felt all of Miles'
love and all his care as he thrust his hips slowly, giving her time to get used
to the sensation of being penetrated.

“Oh my love, oh my god,” she
whispered to the sky as Miles made tender love to her. She could feel the
control he was exercising, every muscle in his body was taut as he slid in and
out of her with devastatingly slow motions. The warmth of his body, not just next
to her, but inside her was a new sensation, one she could not get enough of.

Lifting her hips, she urged him to
give her more, meeting his hungry mouth in a passionate kiss that deepened as
he thrust his hips forward in one firm stroke that left her gasping for more.
He reached down, his hand capturing her slim thigh and lifting it so that it
was bent against his flank, allowing him an even deeper entrance to her body.

She’d never been so full, nor so
completely claimed. She was his. Entirely. His cock was branding her with
harder strokes that ground her clit against his pubic bone. She was caught,
grinding against him shamelessly as he filled her.

“Is this what you wanted?” He
growled the words against her ear, emphasizing them with a few faster,
shallower thrusts. “Did you want me to take you like this?”’

“Yes!” Cash squealed the answer as
Miles’ teeth grazed her shoulder, biting lightly and possessively as he worked
his hips in a faster tempo.

She thought pleasure had peaked,
that it was feeling as good as it was going to feel, but then Miles wrapped his
arms around her waist and leaned back, pulling her against his now upright body
and burying his cock deep inside her. With what seemed to her to be superhuman
strength, he stood, lifting her aloft. She was impaled on his thickness, her
juices coating him as he moved her vertically along his shaft, his hands locked
on her bare bottom as she pressed her breasts against his chest and wound her
arms around his neck.

“You’re so tight,” he moaned
against her mouth. “I can feel your walls gripping me.”

His description of the act made her
simultaneously blush and moan. She now knew that Miles had been holding back a
great deal. The man was a sexual beast. When he lifted her up so that her pussy
hovered over the head of his cock for what seemed like an endless moment, just
the tip of his manhood teasing the lips of her sex, she could barely stand it.

“Please...” she whimpered.

“Tell me what you want,” he said,
his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“I want you inside me.”

“Like this?” He slowly lowered her
onto his cock, letting a single inch slide into her wet depths. Then he lifted
her again, making her empty.

She mewled with frustration. In
this position, held in the air, she had no control over how he made love to her
at all. He proved that by teasing her for long minutes, sliding just the head
of his cock in and out of her slick lips until she begged him to fuck her
harder.

“Not too hard,” he said, pressing a
kiss to her nose. “This is your first time. It should be tender, sweet and
slow.”

“Not this slow,” she whined. Her
complaint turned into a low moan as he finally slid all of himself inside her
and held her locked around his cock, grinding against her so her clit was
pressed hard against his hard clenched muscle.

Her orgasm caught her by surprise.
It came blasting up from her clit and consumed her in a single great rush. She
cried out with the force of it, every muscle in her body going stiff as she
rode the Niagara of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, propelled anew by
even the smallest of movements made by the hard rod stretching her open deep
inside. When it finally subsided, she was left weak and trembling against his
chest.

“Wow,” Miles said, sliding out of
her slowly and helping her to stand on trembling legs. “Where did that come
from?”