by Loki Renard
Miles nixed the idea before it had a sliver of a chance of getting off the ground. “We’re going to have something with some kind of nutritional value. And then we’re going to bed. Kevin should be ready to join us tomorrow.”
He spoke with certainty, addressing them as a unit. It wasn’t the first time that Cash had noticed he tended to exert his authority over others as a group. When Miles decided that things were going to happen a certain way, they happened a certain way. Even Mattie tended to roll over and let him deal with the details.
That evening was no different. Everybody ate well and turned in by ten o’clock. Miles didn’t quite call lights out, but as Cash curled up in her bed and watched Miles turned her light off for her, she figured he might as well have done.
If anybody had told her just a couple of months earlier she’d be letting some man send her to bed at ten o’clock she would have laughed in their faces. She’d thought herself far too independent for that. But there was a certain comfort in having Miles organize things. She felt quite warm and snuggly and secure as she closed her eyes. She was almost asleep when her door creaked open just a tad.
“Cash?”
It was Mattie.
“Cash are you awake?
Cash responded in the affirmative. Mattie crept in, closed the door quietly behind her and padded over to the bed, one hand kept surreptitiously behind her back.
“I can’t sleep,” she complained. “Way too wired. And it is way too early. Muscles needs to set his clock back a couple hours.”
Cash flicked on the bedside lamp and nodded agreement.
“We should be partying,” Mattie said. “This is the dullest tour ever. You think the Stones went to bed early when they were in London?”
“I guess not,” Cash agreed. She wasn’t sure where Mattie was going with her complaints, but she sensed that something was afoot. She was swiftly proven right.
“So I bought this.” Mattie pulled a bottle of tequila out from behind her back. “You’re legal here, Cash. You should have a drink.” She set the bottle on the nightstand, then held up a finger. “Wait here.”
Cash waited. And waited. And waited a little longer. She was almost drifting to sleep when Mattie returned with a couple of shot glasses, a saltshaker and some sliced lemon.
“You have no idea how hard it was to get this shit without getting mobbed,” she whispered, laying her supplies out on the nightstand.
“We’re doing shots?” Cash eyed the tequila doubtfully. She’d tasted alcohol before of course; in her line of work people quite often gave her drinks. But she’d never done shots; she’d never done a whole lot more than sip a cocktail.
“Yep.” Mattie grinned. “You want to, right?”
“Sure,” Cash agreed. Curiosity was getting the better of her and there was something deliciously naughty about tasting forbidden liquids in the dark of night when she should have been asleep. She watched as Mattie poured a shot then licked the side of her hand and sprinkled a little salt on it. With a little grin she lapped the salt off her hand, tossed the shot down her throat and followed it up by sucking on a slice of lemon. Cash watched, fascinated by the ceremony of it all.
“Okay,” Mattie said, her voice a little raw. “Now your turn.”
Cash did as Mattie had done and salted her hand. Mattie poured the shot.
“Down it in one,” she said. “Don’t sip it.”
Cash nodded, licked the salt off her hand, and fired the shot down her throat. It burned with a queer flame that made her want to cough. The moment she opened her mouth, Mattie stuck the lemon slice in. The harsh taste changed in an instant, it was almost nice. Licking her lips, Cash grinned.
“Not bad.”
“Another?” Mattie quirked a brow.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Cash beamed as she presented her glass for another shot. The alcohol was making her feel warm. And brave. She wasn’t nearly as worried about anything as she had been before shooting the shot. Was that how you said it? Shoot a shot? She giggled to herself. That didn’t sound right at all.
“What are you two doing awake?”
The light flicked on. Miles stood there, dressed in his pajamas and a quilted robe. His look of annoyance transformed to a dark glare when he saw the salt and lemon slices. Mattie had moved quickly enough to stash the tequila bottle under Cash’s pillow, but he was still suspicious. Cash’s giggle grew to a high-pitched squeak as he stepped into the room.
“What are you two doing?”
“Nothing.” Mattie beamed. “Just talking.”
“With lemon and salt.”
Cash coughed, the harsh liquid still burning down her throat into her stomach. She felt Miles’ eyes slide over to her.
“If you’re adult enough to drink, you’re adult enough not to hide it, don’t you think?”
Cash felt a little silly. She pulled the bottle out from behind her pillow and put it on the nightstand.
“There you go.”
Miles smirked humorlessly. “The hard stuff.”
Squirming where she sat, Cash shrugged wordlessly. She knew she was in trouble. She could see it in his eyes. But for once he wasn’t threatening her with any form of discipline. He was just looking at her.
“It’s not so bad,” she said, coughing a little more. “Sort of tasty.”
Miles ignored her assessment of tequila and turned his attention back to Mattie. “I suppose this was a plan of yours, Miss Dwyer.”
“This tour is boring,” Mattie said. “All we do is sit inside and worry.”
“So now you’re going to sit inside, worry and drink. You are aware that alcohol is a depressant.”
“I’m allowed to drink here, Miles,” Cash interjected. “It’s not illegal.”
He nodded. “No, it’s not.”
“So…” She gave him a hopeful look. “It’s okay?”
“It is most certainly not okay. You are both supposed to be in bed.” His look of displeasure fell square on Mattie. “Go to bed, young lady. Now.” He stood to the side, glowering at Mattie as she sidled out of the room. In what seemed like seconds Cash was left alone with the big, stern man. She licked her lips nervously, tasting salt and sour.
“You, young lady,” he said firmly. “Are getting a spanking. Now.”
“You can’t spank me for drinking.” She mustered a measure of resistance, about a shot glass worth. It didn’t help.
“I wasn’t asking for permission,” Miles said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She tried to squirm away, but he caught her by the upper arm and pulled her close. “I can spank you for whatever I like,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She squirmed as he plucked her out from under the covers and wrangled her over his lap. He seemed expert at working the female form over his thighs. No matter how Cash tried to wriggle away, he had a counter move. She was soon pinned underneath his strong left arm whilst his other hand made preparations to do the unthinkable.
“You knew you were being naughty, drinking in secret when you were supposed to be sleeping.”
His voice was kind, but stern. It made Cash squirm, the deep timbre of his tone resonating in her most private areas. She felt her panties pull tight over her cheeks as he positioned her, lifting his thigh so that her bottom was displayed prominently.
The bloom from the alcohol was making her entire body hum with excitement. She spread her thighs almost instinctively as he ran his hand along one leg, the tips of his fingers curling around the sensitive inner skin. She gasped and grasped at the bed covers as the edge of his hand butted up against her panty-clad mound.
“Naughty, Cash, very naughty,” Miles purred, letting his hand rest at that sensitive junction.
“Naughty girls get spanked, don’t they?”
She could not help but move back and forth, her hips dancing of their own accord. Her pulse was laying down the beat and she was helpless to the rhythm. She thoroughly expected to be told off, but instead he began softly stroking
the crotch of her panties. Moaning, she lifted her hips, wanting more. She was rewarded with more soft petting that made her quite mad with desire.
“You’re getting wet, Miss Raine.”
The rumbled observation only served to further arouse her. She felt so wanton. Lust was burning through her veins, becoming the only thing that mattered. His fingers passing along the length of her panty-covered slit spurred her on but failed to satisfy.
When he extended a finger and hooked it around the gusset of her underwear, pulling it away to expose the moist flower beneath, she could hardly believe it. She held her breath as cool air touched her bare pussy, then let it all out in a long moan as the warm pad of his finger made contact.
He was touching her and she was in heaven. When he gently parted the folds and dipped the tip of a finger inside her, pushing into her body, she let out a squeal of excitement. He was in her. Oh god he was in her and she wanted more. So much more.
Cash let out her breath in panting, pouting gasps as Miles’ finger slid in and out of her pussy. He seemed to have forgotten about spanking her for the moment, he was far more interested in playing with the delicate petals of her center.
“The problem with you, Cash,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Is that you’re almost too sexy to spank.”
“So don’t spank me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
His finger stilled, then slid away. He made a tutting sound as he stretched his palm across her bottom and dealt a solid slap low to her cheeks.
“You really do have a mouth on you at times, Miss Raine.”
Cash squeaked as his hand impacted her bottom. She was so unspeakably aroused. She couldn’t help it. Every instinct she had was telling her to spread her legs for this strong, tender man who even now was swatting her bottom with punitive intent.
“There is plenty of time for us to be intimate, Miss Raine,” he said, reaching up to the waistband of her panties. He began to slowly peel them down over her cheeks, baring her bottom little by little. “Right now, I want you to focus on what I am doing to this backside of yours.”
As her panties slid away from her skin and she lost the last scraps of protection from his palm, Cash felt deeply vulnerable. When he traced the tips of his fingers across the slightly tender skin, she shivered with need. The light slaps that followed sent her further into a state of lust until she was arching her hips, her thighs spread so that his slaps fell not only on her bottom, but a few soft swats landed across her blossoming pussy lips.
“Naughty girls get their wet pussies spanked,” Miles said, his voice low and intimate. “Have you been naughty, Cash?”
“Yes,” Cash moaned as he laid his fingers across her most intimate area and tapped her there.
She was rewarded for her honesty when he slipped his finger back inside and began thrusting at the very entrance of her body,
“More,” she moaned. “I want more.”
“Uh uh,” he chided gently, “don’t be greedy now.”
She whined when his finger slid out of her, but she was soon gasping again when he began to tease and caress the hard button at the apex of her lips. Relaxing in his arms, she gave herself over to him completely. When he moved her onto her back on the bed, she did not know what to expect. Surely she could not be spanked on her back?
He knelt on the floor and lowered his head between her legs. She felt his hot breath on the molten center between her thighs and squealed with pleasure when his tongue trailed along her slit. He was tasting her with his mouth, the tip of his tongue tracing every fold and swirling about her clit. She thought it couldn’t feel any better, then it happened. He positioned the tip of his tongue at the entrance of her body and lapped gently for a moment or two – then he pushed in and she was impaled on that muscular organ.
Her cry filled the room as he began to tongue her towards a kind of climax she’d never experienced before. She was filled with sensations that separated her from the rest of the world, elevating her to a new plane where her body seemed to be one long wave of feeling. As his tongue thrust in and out of her, she reached down and began to touch herself. That was when everything spiked, rushing over her in a crescendo that was far too powerful to control. She was lost to the orgasm, wailing and crying out as she came against Miles’ mouth.
The aftermath was just as unexpected. Miles slid up the bed, wrapped his arms around her and gently, lovingly, turned her back over his knee. She was still quivering with the ripples of orgasm when he began to spank her bottom, his hand connecting with sharp, staccato slaps.
Relatively gentle at first, the spanking started to gain in intensity. Before long Cash was wriggling over his thigh, her bottom squirming as her oh so wet and still pouting pussy pressed against the fabric of his pants. Her clit was sensitive after the orgasm and the sensation was not entirely pleasant, although it didn’t precisely hurt either. He had her caught between pleasure and pain, his large hand whipping against the curve of her cheeks in a fast tattoo.
Now she was being disciplined. There was no denying it. The skin of her bottom got hotter and tauter as he gave her the most thorough spanking she’d ever endured.
“I hope you behave yourself in future, Miss Raine,” he rumbled above her. “Otherwise you’re going to find sitting something of an adventure.”
She could feel something pressing against the side of her bottom. As she wriggled and danced the horizontal mambo of the well-spanked woman, she realized that the hard length could only be his erection. He was aroused, very aroused from what she could feel.
Curious, Cash bit her bottom lip and the next time his hand landed in one of those punitive slaps, she happened to reach back, ostensibly to cover her bottom. But what she was really going for, what she really wanted, was to graze her fingers across the hard line of his cock.
There was a sudden intake of breath from Miles as her fingers brushed over the protuberance in his pants. And just like that, the spanking was over. He eased her off his thigh and sat back, maintaining a respectable distance that left her pouting.
“Is that all?”
Miles’ gaze was warm as he chuckled at her. “That’s all I have the self control for, young lady.” He reached out and palmed her bare bottom, squeezing it for a moment before giving her a friendly pat. “Put your panties on, before I ravish you.”
Squirming onto her side, Cash shamelessly displayed her shaven, glistening pussy. “What if I want to be ravished?”
He groaned with the effort it took to restrain himself. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Yes I do,” she said archly. “I’m asking you to fuck me.” She reached down and touched herself, parting her pussy with her fingers. “I want you here.”
Miles took a deep breath, leaned over and swatted her hand away. “If you keep tempting me, if you try to stop us taking this slow, I will spank your pussy.” His tone had gone all hard and so had his eyes.
Cash pouted and covered herself by rolling onto her tummy. “You are no fun.”
“That’s not what I gathered when you were screaming in orgasm,” Miles winked. “Now put some panties on, Miss Raine. For both our sakes.”
Sighing, Cash pushed up from the bed and stomped across the room to get some panties. “Does taking it slow mean I don’t get to touch you?”
“Not necessarily,” he said. He was sitting back against the head of the bed, his long legs stretched in a relaxed position as he watched her pull her panties on.
“Do I get to return the favor?” She glanced meaningfully at his inflated crotch.
Miles chuckled. “In good time. For now, come here.”
She went and he pulled her onto his lap. She found herself sitting with her legs spread around his waist, her panty covered pussy pressed against the ridge of his erection. She moaned softly as he began rubbing her bottom, urging her to ride against his cock.
Their mouths met, tongues twirling and she was certain she could taste a little of herself on his lips. She like
d it. It tasted of intimacy. Another, smaller peak was building as she ground against him, one of his hands splayed across her taut, stinging bottom, the other gently caressing her breast. It was a slow, gentle intimacy that left Cash melting.
Finally she understood why he was so insistent on taking things slowly. His unhurried touch and admiring gaze left Cash feeling treasured and cherished. She was accustomed to lust, but what he was offering was something that transcended her impulse to rut like a beast. She was being loved. He hadn’t said the word, but it was in his every touch as she ground herself toward another orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Miles woke with Cash in his arms, her golden hair tickling his nose. She was fast asleep with an expression of pure contentment on her sweet face. He felt his heart swell with peaceful happiness. Then full consciousness kicked in and he remembered everything. He remembered the attack on Kevin, the precarious state of security and the very real risk Cash was being exposed to by some unknown entity. The knowledge cast a pall over the pleasant morning.
Sliding out of bed slowly so as not to wake Cash, Miles made his way to the suite’s kitchen and put some coffee on. Mattie was already up and about, out on the suite’s balcony, a small, dark hunched figure against the London skyline.
Once she was done polluting her body she slinked inside, giving him a wary look. “What did you do to Cash?”
“Never you mind what I did to Cash,” he said grimly. “You worry about your own behind.”
She gave him her fiercest look, one that put him in mind of a small terrier. “You are not going to spank me, Muscles.”
“No. I’ll leave that to Kevin. He’ll be back later today and I’m fairly certain he will not be pleased to hear that you’ve been introducing his star performer to hard liquor.”
Mattie slumped down in a comfortable chair and smirked. “Kev won’t do anything.”
“Don’t be so sure of that, Ms. Dwyer.” Miles sipped his coffee. If he had his way, Kevin would do quite a lot to little Miss Longstockings.
“Kevin’s too mellow to be mad.”
“You don’t know him like I do,” Miles told her. “He has his limits, believe me. And you deliberately crossed a line last night, sneaking into Cash’s room. You’re lucky I caught you before things got out of hand.”
