Rock the Bodyguard

by Loki Renard

  “I do,” he said.

  “You’re the boss,” she said demurely, making a move to remove her sweater.

  “What are you doing?”

  She paused with her sweater half off her head, looking at Miles with just one eye. “Getting ready for bed, you’re not going to make me sleep in my clothes, are you?”

  “Go get changed in the bathroom,” he said. “You can sleep in your t-shirt.”

  “Since when does a bodyguard tell his client what she can and cannot wear?” Cash gave him what she hoped was an imperious look. “If I wish to sleep in the nude, that is my affair.”

  “Cash,” he said, his patience obviously starting to wane. “You’re making this difficult.”

  “Am I?” She shrugged and flung the light cashmere sweater across the room. “Well you’re used to difficulties, aren’t you?” She lowered her hands to the hem of her t-shirt and fixed him with a determined look as she began drawing it up and over her head. She tossed it into another corner of the room and stood in her brassiere, smirking at him.

  “Miss Raine, you are dangerously close to a very sore bottom,” he said, his voice all gravelly and low. “I suggest you pick up your t-shirt and go and get changed in the bathroom.”

  “No,” she said, asserting herself. “I think I’ll sleep in the nude tonight.”

  “Good,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “It’s better to spank a naked girl anyway.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, reaching for the single clasp that nestled between her breasts. “It wouldn’t be professional.”

  “You take that off and I’ll give you the most professional spanking that’s in my power to give.”

  She popped the clasp and let the brassiere fall from her shoulders. It was a bluff. He was threatening her, but he had no intention of actually going through with his threats. Sure, he was now approaching her with a grim expression, but that didn’t mean anything… oh and now he was taking her by the wrist as he sat down on the bed and okay, now she was tumbling forward over his lap and… “Stop it!” She squealed as he hooked powerful fingers in the waistband of her pants and panties and pulled them down in one smooth movement. Suddenly naked and very exposed over his lap, Cash realized she’d made a terrible mistake.

  “I told you what would happen, didn’t I?” He wrapped his shirt-clad arm around her waist, holding her easily as his palm made swift and stinging contact with her bare bottom. She squirmed, feeling the cloth of his pants underneath her bare and very sensitive lower torso.

  “Please Miles, I’m sorry,” she started to babble as she realized the full extent of her predicament. He could probably see everything, everything between her legs… everything between her cheeks. She was entirely exposed to him and he was spanking her as if nothing were amiss. It occurred to her that he didn’t particularly seem to care that she was naked. A firm slap against her left cheek interrupted her thoughts and she squealed. “It hurts!”

  “Good,” he said. “Perhaps next time I tell you something, you’ll listen.”

  “Miles! Stop!” Cash pleaded with the big man spanking her bottom quite mercilessly.

  But Miles did not stop. Miles spanked her over and over again until her cheeks felt hot and red, until her legs kicked and parted of their own accord. With every new slap she became increasingly tender, her bottom sending signals of pain that jolted through her entire body, her hips pressing against the hard ridge of his thigh.

  Then something happened. She was kicking just as his hand landed again and her hips rode forward and for a brief, unexpectedly delicious moment, her clit brushed against the fabric of his pants. In an instant, the pain was transformed into something else, something much closer to pleasure. Oh it still hurt, but it didn’t matter so much that it hurt. When his palm landed again, she made sure that her hips were in the same position and again a delightful shock of pleasure went shooting through her loins.

  Cash bit her lip to stifle the moan of pleasure that rose. She didn’t want Miles to notice that she was starting to enjoy herself. After all there was no way for him to know that she was becoming almost immune to his slaps, or to know that her arousal was making her thoughts drift to sinful places. There was no way for him to know any of that. He thought he was punishing her, silly man.

  The next slap landed hard on her upper thigh and elicited a squeal of surprise from Cash. There was no pleasure in that slap which caught virgin skin and put no pressure on the throbbing bud between her legs. She craned her neck around and glared up at him. “What was that for?”

  “You know precisely what that was for,” he said, easing her up from his lap with a knowing look.

  The move completely denied her the pleasure of pressing against his leg and she pouted, until she saw a little wet spot on his pants. Then she blushed and hoped that he hadn’t noticed it. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t even protest as he lead her, naked and red bottomed, to a corner of the room and bade her stand there. She was glad for the relative privacy of the converging walls as he moved away.

  It was only when she’d been standing in the corner for a minute or so that the full extent of the punishment sank in with burning hot fury. Her bottom felt swollen and it ached, so she put her hand back to try to ease away some of the overwhelming sensation. As her fingers made contact with her tender rump she inhaled sharply, a sound that cut through the silence in the room.

  “Cut it out, Cash, no rubbing!” Miles’ censure was sharp and swift. So much for the reserved gentlemanly facade he liked to present to the world, once he got going he was a tyrant. Cash returned her hands to her sides, eager to avoid any further demonstrations of his ire. She couldn’t rub her bottom, but nothing could stop the devilish little smile that played across her lips as she pressed her thighs together. She was slick and wet and her bottom was not the only thing still throbbing. Spanked and sore, Cash had never been so aroused in all her life.

  Chapter Six

  Miles went into the bathroom and splashed water on his face. His mind was full of the image of Cash’s cute round bottom and the pink lips that lay between her thighs, lips that had gotten larger and more dewy as the spanking went on, opening up like a perfect flower dripping nectar onto his thigh. It had taken all his strength and resolve not to pet that soft, wet spot, to part those lips and feel the hot, silky interior that surely lay beyond them. He looked in the mirror, giving himself the steely look he usually reserved for the badly behaved.

  “Don’t you dare,” he growled at his reflection.

  It took several minutes for him to regain his composure and deflate in strategic regions. When he stepped out of the bathroom, it became apparent that Cash hadn’t heard him enter the room. She hadn’t heard him because she was distracted. He knew she was distracted because he could hear her panting in a pretty, feminine way – and he could see that one hand was busy between her thighs. She was playing with herself, right there in the hotel room, her lissome thighs trembling with pleasure.

  “Cash!” Her name whip cracked through the room.

  She squeaked and moved her hand away swiftly. He smirked slightly. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying the situation quite so much, but there was a certain joy in playing the role of dominant, even if Cash didn’t know that was what he was doing. Miles swept up her panties from the floor and handed them to her over her shoulder, followed by her t-shirt. “Get dressed and get into bed,” he said, keeping his voice stern.

  Cash obeyed him quickly, pulling the panties up over her long, slim thighs. It was necessary to bend as she did, her puffy pussy lips clearly engorged from her attentions, her tight little sphincter winking at him briefly before being covered with silky fabric. The t-shirt followed in quick succession and then she scurried into bed, all without meeting his eye.

  “You will go to sleep now, Miss Raine,” Miles said, switching out the main light, leaving the room lit by the muted glow of a lamp. “You will not leave this room until I give you permission. Do you understand?”


  She curled up under the blanket, lying on her side. He could see the curve of her deserving behind prominent under the covers and was forced to resist the urge to lay yet another slap upon it.

  “Yes sir,” she murmured softly.

  “Good night, Miss Raine.”

  *

  Cash’s hyper-sexed hijinks were a pleasant distraction, but they were not Miles’ main concern. Miles’ main concern remained the break in. Someone had been watching. Someone had been waiting. Someone had taken advantage of Mattie’s injuries to not just get into Cash’s suite, but to make a point.

  Whilst Cash slept late into the next day, Kevin and Miles got to work. Kevin seemed to have recovered from the shock of the night before and nothing was said about his reaction. Miles wasn’t sure he’d know how to begin addressing the issue, and there were bigger fish to fry.

  Security footage showed a shadowy figure in dark clothing, balaclava and a hood making his way into Cash’s suite. The clothing was baggy enough not to give away much besides height, which appeared to be somewhere in the 5‘8 to 6‘0 range. Kevin and Miles watched the footage over and over again, becoming more concerned with each passing view.

  “This isn’t about harm,” Miles said grimly. “This is about trying to scare Cash.”

  Kevin shot him a sidelong glance. “Did it work?”

  Shaking his head, Miles was glad that the answer was negative. Cash had been outraged by the idea of someone in her suite, but she hadn’t been scared. “She didn’t see the worst of it. And she’s easily distracted.”

  “Distracted? By what?”

  “Just, girl things,” Miles said vaguely. “She was very tired. She went right to sleep.”

  “Well I don’t want her finding out the full extent of what happened,” Kevin said. “I need her mind on the tour. So keep it quiet and play it down if she asks about it.”

  “Don’t worry,” Miles said. “I’m not going to let her be terrorized. But this means lock down. I want Cash and Mattie in the suite tonight. And I’m beefing up security here too.”

  “Wait.” Kevin stopped him. “You want Mattie in the suite too? Why?”

  “Because she’s coming on the tour, because she’s injured and she needs to be watched.”

  Kevin smirked like he knew something. “Don’t tell me you’re softening toward her.”

  “I’m not softening on anything. She’s a variable.”

  “And you like to control variables,” Kevin said, nodding. “You haven’t changed a bit, Miles.”

  “No, I haven’t,” Miles agreed.

  Their subsequent inspection of the suite did not make Miles any happier. The word ‘WHORE’ was smeared across a wall, in what the officer on scene told them was likely animal blood. The word ‘DIE’ had been likewise daubed across the silk coverlet of Cash’s bed. Her belongings did not seem to have been touched, which was strange.

  “We need to check everything,” Miles said. “Check for razors, needles and other sharp objects.”

  “Razors?”

  “Whoever was in here had a field day,” Miles said grimly. “And they were prepared. They brought animal blood. God knows what else they left in here.”

  The rest of the morning was spent picking through Cash’s things. Miles found himself in the position of going through her lingerie drawer. There was nothing lascivious in it as he was wearing thick gloves and using elongated metal tweezers. He did not enjoy the task overmuch, and he knew Cash would not be pleased if she knew what he was up to. Or perhaps she would be, and perhaps that would be worse.

  A forensic cleaning team was next to go over the suite. Before Cash stirred around two in the afternoon, the suite was returned to its former glory. Every single item of linen was replaced, every foodstuff and beverage discarded. Miles had even gone so far as to insist that every stick of furniture was switched out and even decorative items and pot plants were changed. When all was done, it looked as though nothing had happened at all.

  *

  Cash woke with a slow ache in her bottom and a slick wetness between her thighs. Discovering that she was alone in the hotel room, she set about finishing what she had been too afraid to finish the night before, plunging two fingers inside herself as she fantasized about the man who had taken her in hand so completely. With her digits buried deep in her pussy, Cash rocked her hips back and forth, biting her lower lip so as to stifle any moans that might be heard. In her mind, Miles was there, without his clothes on. In her mind, he was pressed against her body, his hard muscular frame making her feel soft and fragile by comparison. What she’d give to have him push himself inside her, to claim her. That was how things should have ended, he should have fucked her like she needed to be fucked, he should have plunged his… Cash moaned, feeling the walls of her pussy spasm around her fingers. Was she really too timid to even think the word? She had never been with a man before, but she knew what she wanted.

  Cock. She wanted his thick cock pushing deep inside her body. She wanted every inch of it held deep inside her. She wanted it thrusting in and out and in and out… Consumed with lustful thoughts, she arched her hips and worked her pussy shamelessly, feeling her juices seeping down her fingers. Pressing the heel of her palm against her sensitive clit, she ground it there until the swirling pleasure rose and burst and for a beautiful moment her body was filled with perfect sensation.

  When the pleasure abated to a pleasant afterglow she discovered that there was a slight ache in her bottom. How did he do that? How did he manage to spank her in such a way that even when she was naughty in his absence she felt his censure?

  Slipping out of bed, she showered and dressed, putting on the same sweater and pants she’d worn the previous evening. She tucked her underwear into the pocket and went without; it was much too messy to put back on. By the time she was done cleaning up, Miles was waiting at the door of her room.

  “Miss Raine.”

  His deep rumble made her blush. What if he knew what she’d been doing?

  “Miss Raine, your suite is ready.”

  She glanced up at him and saw to her disappointment that he was back in business mode. There was no gleam of acknowledgment in his eye, nothing that told her he too was thinking about what it had been like to see her naked the previous evening, to make free with some of the most intimate parts of her body.

  “Ms. Dwyer is there,” Miles added. “She has been released from the hospital.”

  “Mattie!” Cash beamed. “Is she okay?”

  “She will be fine. Kevin and I are going to have a chat with her, if you’d like to go get settled in.”

  And that was how Cash ended up lurking behind a potted plant, watching Miles and Kevin scold Mattie, who was looking pretty good if you didn’t count all the bruises. She sat on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, smirking gently.

  “You’re trouble,” Miles said, standing over her. “And I’m not sure you’re up to this tour.”

  “If people being trouble stopped them going on tour you could kiss goodbye to half of the oldies you listen to,” Mattie pointed out.

  “I do not want to have to scrape you off every street in Europe,” Kevin agreed with Miles. “And how are you going to travel and perform with broken ribs?”

  “Carefully,” Mattie said. “Look, stop fussing. If you want to kick me off the tour, then kick me off the fucking tour. Spare me the lecture.”

  Cash couldn’t help but admire Mattie’s resolve. She really didn’t take shit from anybody, even Miles. Cash found it hard to imagine looking Miles in the face and swearing at him, it seemed like the sort of thing he’d respond to swiftly. But Mattie was getting away with it. How was Mattie getting away with it?

  “I’m not going to kick you off the tour, Mattie,” Kevin said, sighing. “But you have to be more careful.”

  “Okay, good,” Mattie said. “Then we’re done here.”

  “Wait a minute,” Miles said. “If you’re going to be living here, there are rules to follow
.”

  “What rules, Daddy Muscles?” Mattie smirked and Cash had to clap a hand over her own mouth to stifle a giggle.

  “A nine o’clock curfew for starters,” Miles said. “And you don’t share your suite key with anyone.”

  “A nine o’clock curfew?” Mattie laughed. “Muscles, I’m twenty one years old. I’ll stay out as late as I want.”

  “Then you won’t stay here.”

  “You’re not in charge,” Mattie pointed out. “Cash is. This is her suite and her tour.”

  “Yes, and I’m in charge of Cash, which means I make the rules. If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

  “Miles!” Cash came out from her hiding place, quite annoyed. “Mattie can stay here as long as she wants.”

  “Yes, she can,” Miles agreed. “As long as she understands that there are rules to be followed and consequences for not following them.”

  “What are you going to do if she doesn’t?” Cash asked the question out of sheer curiosity. If Miles tried to spank Mattie he’d probably lose a limb.

  “You do remember, Miss Raine, that there was a break in yesterday,” Miles said. “A fairly serious one.”

  Cash quailed under his stare. Truth be told, she’d almost forgotten about the break in. The suite looked as if it had never been touched and she was thoroughly distracted by what had passed between her and Miles. “I remember,” she said, shifting where she stood. “Of course I remember.”

  “Cash,” Mattie said, breaking the silence. “It’s okay, chill. If Muscles here wants things done his way, we’ll do things his way.”

  “Thank you, Mattie,” Miles said. “As for you, Miss Raine, you will be under the same restrictions as Ms. Dwyer.”

  “And so begins the most boring tour of all time,” Mattie drawled.

  Miles looked at both Mattie and Cash, his expression hard. “If you two are bored, then I’ll know I’m doing my job.”