Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
An odd, uncomfortable prickling started in her temples, and her face grew uncomfortably hot. Cody was staring at her intently, his eyes locking hers. They seemed to be searching, asking for some kind of response. He had just told her he was Cash Colt. What was she supposed to think, let alone say?
“Wait, is this a joke, you do kind of look like him?”
“Of course not,” he replied solemnly. “Are you angry? Disappointed? Happy? What?”
“I-uh-I have no idea,” she stammered. “How can you possibly be Cash Colt? You’re so...so...normal, and...no, it’s ridiculous,” she declared, shaking her head vehemently. “Why would you say something like that? You’ve already told me your name is Cody. Cody Cox.”
“Becky, listen to me. My real name is Cody Cox. That’s who’s sitting here in front of you. I wanted you to like me for who I am.”
“It wouldn’t have made any difference, and if you really are Cash Colt, you lied to me,” she exclaimed, and pulling her eyes away, she stared out the tinted glass across to her horses. “I don’t understand any of this,” she mumbled, unexpected hurt and confusion sending the threat of tears to her eyes.
“No, no, I didn’t lie to you,” he said urgently. “I am exactly who you think I am. I’m Cody. Nothing has changed. Becky, look at me.”
But she stayed focused on Sandman; reliable, honest and bold. Her horses were real, they were trustworthy, they didn’t know how to lie or deceive or manipulate.
“Becky,” Cody repeated, his voice firm, “look at me, please.”
The authority in his voice compelled her to meet his warm brown eyes. She cringed, hating herself for wanting to get lost in them again.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. Will you do that for me?”
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded her head, fighting back the painful tears.
“If I had sat in that booth and introduced myself as Cash Colt, what would you have done?” he began. “Would you have stayed and chatted with me? Would you have told me about Roy? Brought me ice cream to take back with my pie? Or would you have been nervous and excited, and run to get your dad to meet me, maybe even asked for my autograph? Things would not have developed between us as they did, if you’d known I was Cash Colt. Think about it. Am I right or am I wrong?”
Doing her best to ignore the boiling lava in her throat, she considered his words. She would have been overwhelmed. Their phone calls, how she had talked with him, everything would have been different.
“You’re right,” she said softly.
“Thank you,” he sighed, breathing a little easier. “I needed you to know the real me, and I wanted to get to know you without the specter of Cash hovering around. I’m not your stereotypical rocker. I don’t do drugs or smash up hotel rooms, or even drink very much. I don’t do any of those things.”
“Dad’s a big fan of yours, and I remember him telling me that a while ago. It’s really important to him,” she remarked, thinking about the tragedy of her mother’s death at the hands of junkies.
“I’m exactly who you met, who you’ve come to know, just a country guy from Texas. I love horses, I love the open spaces, and I just happen to love rock and roll as well. I am grateful for my blessings every day, but right now, Becky, I am grateful that I’m sitting here talking to you, because there’s nowhere else on this earth I’d rather be, and no-one else I’d rather be with.”
She could feel the wetness of the tears as they slipped from her eyes.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” he breathed.
“Uh-huh,” she sniffled, the depth of her feelings swarming over her. “It’s just a lot to, uh, think about.”
“I’m supposed to be on a plane headed for Dallas right now,” he continued. “I have a huge show at the AT&T Stadium, the last one of this tour, and I persuaded my manager to let me come here for the night so I could tell you about the other side of me. Do you think I would do that if I wasn’t completely sincere?”
“You did all that for me?”
“Yes, Becky, for you—and your pie of course,” he grinned, trying to bring some levity into the heavy conversation.
“I don’t know what to say,” she replied, then giggled, “I know my pies are really good, but wow.”
“So…am I forgiven?”
“Yes, Mr. Cox, you are definitely forgiven. I get it, I do, and I’m sorry I got so upset.”
“You have no reason to be sorry, I expected you to be upset, at least at first.”
“My dad is going to be completely blown away. I think he assumed you were a starving musician, at least until he saw this bus, and then I’m sure he didn’t know what to think. Like me.”
Suddenly rising to his feet and pulling her up, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
“Cody,” she sighed, “I needed this so badly.”
“I have to ask you something,” he whispered in her ear, slowly traveling his hands down to the small of her back to rest just above her beautiful backside. “Have you been a good girl?”
“Cody…” she moaned, sure her legs were about to buckle.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“Then I’ll answer it twice, yes and no,” she replied, then feeling her face flush hot, she buried her head into his shoulder.
“What shall we do about the no part?” he asked softly.
“I don’t, uh, I’m not, uh, I guess what we t-talked about,” she stammered, his growing hardness against her thigh fanning the flames of her arousal.
What Cody really wanted, was to take her to the bed he knew was behind the door at the back of the bus, slowly peel off her clothes, and explore every part of her, kiss every nook and cranny, then roll her over his lap and turn the skin of her curvaceous cheeks bright pink, but it was too soon. He had to move slowly, and for the moment, allow her to dictate the pace.
“Are you going to?” she asked softly, breaking into his decadent thoughts.
“Spank you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Of course, but you have to ask.”
“Please will you spank me?”
Cody closed his eyes and moved his hands over her backside. Even through the denim of her jeans he could feel her full plumpness, and he squeezed gently, eliciting a soft cry.
“Please,” she repeated, “I’ve thought about it so much.”
Stepping back, he wrapped his fingers around hers and led her to the bedroom.
“Place your elbows against the door and arch your back,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her ear.
Lifting her arms, barely able to breath and her heart racing, she did as he’d instructed.
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As Cody watched Becky’s arms slide upward, he felt deep satisfaction in his dominant soul.
“Arch your back, more” he continued, then smiled as her gorgeous ass presented itself for his spanking hand.
“Legs a little further apart.”
Making her follow his instructions, no matter how small, was part of his ritual, and fueled her anticipation and desire. It would be a light, easy spanking, with two hard swats at the end. He was walking a fine line. He didn’t want to scare her, but he didn’t want to disappoint her either.
“Are you ready?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Uh-huh.”
Stepping back, he ran his hand over her curvaceous cheeks, then slapped it down. He knew the denim afforded protection, and though she uttered a small cry, he knew it was related to the experience more than the light sting. But he had to deliver the smacks quickly in order for them to be truly felt, so he delivered half a dozen swats in quick succession.
“Did you feel that?” he breathed in her ear.
“Yes, I sure did,” she gasped.
“Now for the other side?”
“Uh-huh” she managed.
Stepping back, he repeated the ritual, land a light slap first, then spanking vigorously.
“So, Becky? Do you have any comment? Does your bottom sting a bit?”
“More than I thought it would,” she replied breathlessly.
“I’m going to finish with two hard swats.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her tightly, he placed his palm on her sit spot, smacked with force, waited a moment, then smacked again.
“Ow, oh, that really hurt.”
“As they should,” he said firmly, moving his palm to the opposite side, delivering the last two slaps in identical fashion. As she let out a sharp cry, he took her hands from the wall, turned her around and pulled her into him.
“It is customary to say thank you after a spanking,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “Thank you,” she breathed, “and I meant it, thank you, so much.”
He hugged her for a minute or two, then breaking away, cupped her chin in his hand and tenderly brushed her lips with his.
“That was amazing,” she murmured.
“The kiss or the spanking?”
“Both.”
“Next time I’ll bare your backside,” he said, delighted by the blush crawling across her face. “On another matter, you should tell your father who I am before we meet. I don’t want to ambush him.”
“I agree. Like I said, he’ll be blown away.”
But there was another reason behind Cody’s suggestion. His cock was about to burst in his jeans. He was in no condition to return to the house.
“I need to make a couple of calls anyway. Why don’t you go back and talk to your dad, and I’ll come down in about half an hour?”
“Okay. He’ll be really excited.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting him,” Cody said, taking her hand and leading her through the bus.
Opening the doors and stepping outside with her, he discovered the sun was starting to set, and he felt the promise of the cool evening air.
“Cody,” she said softly, ”I’m really glad you didn’t tell me right off. You were right.”
“Thanks, Becky. Would you like to join me tonight and watch a movie?“
“I’d love to.”
“Great, so dinner with your dad, then a movie for us, and just to be clear, when I say a movie, that’s what I mean, nothing more.”
The thought had come to him unexpectedly, but he’d suddenly realized he didn’t want their first time together to happen in the back of a tour bus. She didn’t comment, but kissed him on the cheek and headed off across the field.
He watched the voluptuous swaying of her hips as she waltzed across the grass, then walked back inside, locked the doors, and headed to the bedroom. Stripping off quickly, he stretched out on the welcoming mattress, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and closed his eyes to relive the simple, short spanking.
Her ass was gorgeous, her sweet cries of joy and surprise had sent the blood pulsing through his loins, and the protective denim had only served to tease him and ache for more. As his creamy essence spilled over his hand, he sighed deeply, and the hours of apprehension were washed away by his powerful climax. He rested for a few minutes, savoring the quiet, then moved to the tiny closet bathroom to wash up. Returning to the bed and lying down, he called his road manager.
“Hey, Cash.”
“Hi, Andrew, I guess you’re on board about to takeoff for Dallas?”
“Yep. Is the bus okay?”
“Everything’s great, thanks.”
“I can hear a question coming.”
“You’re right. I know we’ve taken over the top two floors of The Joule in Dallas, but is there a two-bedroom suite still available?”
“I don’t think so. Do you need one?”
“Yes, but now that I think about it, it might be better to have it on another floor away from the partying. Book something starting the day before the concert for at least three nights.”
“You got it, Cash.”
“Thanks, Andrew. See you tomorrow.”
Cash preferred staying in small, boutique hotels with his band, just as he had in New York, but the last concert was a huge event, and he needed to be with the entire retinue in the same hotel.
The long day, delivering Becky her first, delicious little spanking, and the quick, satisfying climax, had left him drained. Knowing he was about to fall asleep, he set his phone alarm, giving himself thirty-minutes to doze. Dropping it on the small bedside table, he closed his eyes, falling asleep to the image of Becky’s sapphire eyes gazing up at him.