Chapter Twenty-Three
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
After a long, deep, satisfying night’s sleep, Cash and Becky were enjoying breakfast in the privacy of his suite. He’d been describing his ranch, and talking about how much he missed his pets on the road. Becky was still in her transparent aqua silk nightie, and he’d enjoyed eyeing her puckered nipples poking the sensuous fabric. Downing the last of his coffee, he smiled across at her.
“Becky, have I told you how sexy you look in that thing you’re wearing?”
“You have now,” she quipped with a wink.
“You are one sassy girl.”
“Yeah, well, I told you I wasn’t little Miss Goody Two Shoes.”
“It’s actually been a very pleasant surprise,” he retorted, winking back, “but on to more important things. I have something for you.”
“Besides the obvious?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and leaning across the table.
“Yes, besides the obvious!” he shot back. “As you know, tonight is the last show of a long tour, and Texas Stadium is a place I’ve dreamed of performing in since I first picked up a guitar. My family will be there, and a ton of friends and acquaintances. It’s going to be a very late night.”
“I’m sure it will be great! You’re not worried are you?”
“Not at all, but as you also know, I promised you a spanking.”
As her stomach suddenly flipped, she felt her face flush and she wriggled nervously in her chair.
“The perfect start to this memorable day and the evening ahead, is to give you the spanking you’ve been waiting for, and need,” he added pointedly. “Once I leave here I won’t see you again until much later tonight. You should have a tender backside to keep you company, and for me to think about. Anything to say?”
“Um, I, uh, you just muddled my brain.”
Grinning as he pushed back from the table, he took her hand, led her back into the bedroom, and settling on the bed, he abruptly jerked her across his lap, eliciting a squeal.
“Cody, are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait?”
“Obviously not,” he retorted. “Wiggle further forward and grab a pillow.”
“A pillow? Why do I need a pillow?”
“Here,” he said briskly, grabbing one and putting it in her reach. “Wrap your arms around it, and bury your head if you need to yell.”
“Shit, are you going to spank me that hard?” she asked, stuffing it under her head.
“Hard is a relative term, but I suspect you’ll be needing it.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“No, I’m not, well maybe a bit,” he remarked, pushing the nightie up to her waist and roaming his palm over her naked cheeks, “but I know you’re more excited than scared, right.”
“Uh, yes, maybe, I guess so…” she stammered.
“Becky, do you want me to spank you? Yes or no?”
“Why are you torturing me?”
“I’m not torturing you,” he exclaimed with a chuckle. “I’m simply giving you a choice. Should I spank you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, please, Sir. We mustn’t forget our manners.”
“Ooh, Cody, yes, please, Sir,” she mewled, “but you’re driving me crazy.”
“Really? I had no idea,” he grinned, pushing his fingers into her sex. “You’re already wet. Don’t try telling me this doesn’t get you hot. Are you ready? Yes or no, and don’t forget to add Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
“Louder, and ask for it.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir, I’m ready. Please will you spank me?”
“Much better,” he declared, moving his hand from her pussy and lifting it in the air.
Slapping it down on her right cheek, a pink handprint bloomed to life. After pausing briefly to admire it, he began traveling his palm from cheek to cheek, and as she sank into his lap, he knew her apprehension was subsiding. Taking a moment to rub her reddening skin, he turned his attention to her pussy.
“You really do like this,” he muttered, shoving a finger into her slick passage.
She squirmed in response, then giggled.
“Was that a laugh?”
“Sorry, it just came out. I just feel a bit weird being over your knee like this.”
“Weird? I think it’s time to bring this up a notch,” he said sternly, and quickly spanked her three times on each cheek with significant force, then landed a dozen more, alternating from side to side.
“Ow, that hurts,” she exclaimed, moving her arm behind her.
“Are you done giggling?” he asked, grabbing her wrist and holding it at the small of her back.
“Yes, I mean, no more giggling, I promise.”
“Just as well, and Becky, that was a warm up. You didn’t think that was your punishment, did you?”
“I, uh, I didn’t know.”
“You do now,” he said sternly. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir, please will you spank me?”
Her voice had held the respect he needed to hear, and he began slapping with gusto, ricocheting from cheek to cheek, quickly turning her backside from light crimson to bright scarlet. Though she squirmed and wriggled and kicked her feet, his grasp was firm and steady, and when she lifted her legs, he calmly pushed them down. Occasionally he would pause to rub her hot skin and listen to her moans of gratitude. Finally deciding he’d made his point, he took a deep breath and studied his handiwork.
“We’re done,” he announced softly, stroking her tanned backside, then moving his hand between her legs, he slipped his fingers into her sex. “You’re sopping,” he murmured, rubbing her clit and making her moan.
“Uh, Cody, did you say you’re finished?”
“Yes, sit up. I want to hold you.”
Letting out a whimper and a sigh, she turned on his lap and nestled against him.
“How do you feel?” he murmured, holding her tightly.
“I don’t know how to put it into words.”
“Try.”
“Close to you, even closer than when we made love. It was more than I thought it would be, I mean, harder, but I’m not sure I would have wanted less—and—this is weird, I feel really calm.”
“It does have that effect, but you still want me to ravage you.”
“God, yes.”
Shifting her on her back and resting his weight on top of her, he held his stiff shaft at her entrance, and pushed into her wet warmth. Starting with slow, strong strokes, he nibbled her nipples, then sucked her neck, but his momentum quickly gathered steam as he sensed her arousal building. Abruptly pinning her wrists above her head and pumping with abandon, he devoured her mouth, then accelerated and hammered her hot depths.
They were suddenly seized by powerful, orgasmic spasms.
With their cries muffled by their passionate kiss, their bodies writhed together for endless seconds, until the convulsions finally waned leaving them breathless and spent.
His body drained, he remained motionless on top of her, drifting into nothingness.
“Cody, you need to move. You’re crushing me.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, blinking open his eyes.
Rolling beside her, he rested on one of his elbows and gazed into her mesmerizing indigo eyes.
“I’m crazy about you, Becky Turner,” he whispered, “more than I know how to say,” then suddenly caught his breath. “Damn, Becky, I just realized—I forgot to slip on a condom. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s okay. Actually, I’m glad. You don’t have to worry, I’m on the pill, and you were so careful about it before, I figured you always use one.”
“Why are you glad?”
“This was the first time I’ve had—I guess you’d call it—naked sex, and I’m so glad it was with you. I swear, you make me feel like a virgin. Maybe, in some ways, I really am that innocent girl I was pretending to be.”
“We’re both in something new, believe me,” he replied, thinking just how true his statement had been.
“So, what will happen tonight? I mean, how does it work? I assume you’ll get to the stadium way before me, or will you?”
“Yeah, I’ll be going with the band, and you’ll be picked up and taken to a private box. There’ll be a hostess there, and if you want to come backstage at any time during the show, just tell her and she’ll arrange it. But regardless, I want you to come down halfway through the last song and wait for me at the mouth of the tunnel. I want you to hear the encore from that vantage point, and I want you with me the moment I come off the stage. One of my security guys will come to the box and escort you down.”
“I can’t wait,” she said excitedly. “I’m so thrilled to see you perform, I’m thrilled about everything.”
“Honestly, Becky, I’m excited too.”
Leaning over, he kissed her again, slowly, warmly, softly, then groaned.
“What?”
“Unfortunately, I have to get ready to leave. If you need me, call. I mean that, and if my voicemail picks up, don’t worry. I’ll call you the minute I can.”
“I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like before a show like that.”
“It’s all carefully managed, and it’s nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before, but tonight is special, possibly the highlight of my career,” he said, his tone suddenly turning serious.
“And I’ll be there to see it. I’m so lucky.”
“Yeah, me too,” he murmured. “Like I said before, this has to be fate.”
“Yes, it has to be.”
“But I have to make a move,” he declared, abruptly releasing her and sitting up.
“What happens after the show?”
He grinned.
“You’ll be coming straight back to my dressing room and I’ll fuck your brains out.” “Seriously?”
“Seriously, though you’ll have to wait a couple of minutes while I shower, then we’ll go to the after show party. Everyone will be there, Sam of course, and Andrew, and the band, and a ton of other people. After a while everyone will separate off and go to different parties. Lenny, our drummer, always has the band party in his suite. It’s become a tradition.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said it would be a late night.”
“I don’t usually go to those things, but being the last show of the tour it’s a big deal.”
“Of course it is. A very big deal.”
“After all that, we’ll come back here, collapse, and sleep until whenever.”
“I’d better take it easy today or I’ll never survive.”
“Do whatever you want, order whatever you want. The car will pick you up at seven-forty-five.”
“Um, Cody, I have a problem,” she said earnestly, staring up at him.
“What is it?”
“It’s my butt, it’s stinging. Am I supposed to go through the day and not sit down?”
“Dammit! You really had be going,” he exclaimed, swiftly wrestling her onto her stomach and swiftly spanking her. “You are so bad!”
“Ow, stop, please, I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Ouch, no, you’re right, I’m not,” she giggled as he let her go. “You should have seen your face.”
“This isn’t over, Becky Turner,” he warned, climbing off the bed. “I have an excellent memory.”
“Ooh, my ass,” she groaned, grabbing her backside. “I’m sorry, and that time I meant it, really I did.”
“Uh-huh,” he chuckled, looming over her. “I’m not sure I believe you, but I know one day in the not too distant future, you will be.”