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?
“Wait, is this a joke, because you do kind of look like him?” she frowned, thinking if such was the case it wasn’t very funny.
“Of course not,” he replied seriously. “Are you angry? Disappointed? Happy? What?”
“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 I am, that’s who is sitting here in front of you. I didn’t want you to know I’m Cash Colt because if you liked me, I wanted it to be because of who I am, Cody, not a role I play, not Cash Colt.”
“It wouldn’t have made any difference,” she declared, “and if you really are Cash Colt, you lied to me, so I don’t know you at all, Cody, Cash, whatever your name is.”
Pulling her eyes away, she stared out the tinted glass across to her horses. “I don’t understand any of this,” she mumbled, the unexpected hurt and confusion sending heat to her throat, and the threat of tears to her eyes.
“No, no, I didn’t lie to you,” he exclaimed urgently. “I am exactly who you think I am. I’m Cody. Nothing has changed.”
He could feel her slipping away, her defenses rising. She was bewildered and angry, and he couldn’t blame her, but his motives had been honorable, and he had to make her understand.
“Becky, look at me.”
Her gaze 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.”
His directive compelled her to drift her gaze to meet his warm brown eyes, and as they engaged, 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 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? Tell me the truth. 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; there was no doubt that he was right. She would have been overwhelmed by meeting the famous rock star. Their phone calls, how she had talked with him, everything would have been different.
“You’re r-right,” she stammered.
“Thank you,” he sighed, breathing a little easier. “I’m crazy about you, Becky. 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.”
“I seem to remember my dad 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.
“It’s all true. 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. 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.
If I wasn’t in love with you before, I am now, she thought. Totally and completely, and it has nothing to do with someone named Cash.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” he breathed.
“Uh-huh,” she sniffed, the emotional realization of 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, just so I could see you, just 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? You did all that for me?” she asked, her sapphire eyes expressing their surprise.
“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…?” he pressed. “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,” he sighed. “I expected you to be upset, at least at first”
“My dad is going to be completely blown away,” she declared. “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.”
“I want you to stand up,” he said, rising to his feet and reaching for her hand.
“Okay, why?” she asked getting to her feet.
“Because I want to do this,” he announced, and wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly.
“Cody,” she sighed, “I so needed this.”
“I have to ask you something,” he whispered in her ear.
“What?”
Slowly traveling his hands down to the small of her back, resting just above her beautiful, spankable bottom, he purred,
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Ooooh, Cody,” she moaned, convinced her knees would have buckled had he not been holding her so tightly.
“It’s a yes or no question,” he pressed.
“Then I’ll answer it twice, yes and no,” she replied, then buried her head into his shoulder, embarrassed by her furtive admittance that she wanted him to spank her.
“Soooo, what shall we do about the no part?” he asked softly, kissing her ear.
“I don’t, uh, I’m not, uh, whatever you think,” she stammered, feeling his growing hardness against her thigh, fanning the flames of the hot wetness between her legs.
“But, you already know what I think?”
“Uh-huh,” she responded, her voice a tiny whisper.
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 luscious seat cheeks a delightful baby pink…
…but it was too soon. He had to take his time, move slowly, and for the time being, allow her to dictate the pace.
“Are you going to?” she mewed.
“Spank you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Of course, but not until you’re ready and you really want me to.”
I want you to right now, she silently cried. I really do.
Nervously, she shifted her hands behind her, and taking his wrists, moved his fingers across her bottom.
“I am and I do,” she breathed.
Cody closed his eyes as his palms caressed the bounty of her backside. Even through the denim of her jeans he could feel its full plumpness, and he squeezed gently, eliciting a short cry.
“Please,” she begged, “I’ve thought about it so much.”
“Just a little then,” he acquiesced, and surrendering to her plea, and his own wanton need, he led her down the aisle to the closed bedroom door.
“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, heart racing, she did as directed, resting her forearms against the cool, polished wood.
“A little higher,” he murmured.
As he watched her arms slide upward, he felt the deep, warm satisfaction of his dominant soul; she had just followed his first tiny step, in the dance that he believed would be their future.
“Arch your back,” he continued, and smiled as her gorgeous ass presented itself for his spanking hand.
“Legs a little further apart.”
Making her follow instructions, no matter how small, was part of his ritual, one she would come to know very well, and making her wait was fueling 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.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Stepping back, he ran his hand over the waiting, robust seat, tapped her right cheek for a moment, then slapped down. He knew the denim was affording protection, and though she uttered a small cry, he knew it was related to the experience more than any sting she may have felt. Not wanting to use an implement, he knew he had to deliver the smacks quickly in order for them to be truly felt, so landed half a dozen swats in quick succession, then paused.
“Did you feel that?” he breathed in her ear.
“I did,” she gasped.
“Are you ready for the other side?”
“Uh-huh” she managed.
He kissed her lightly, then stepping back, repeated the ritual, tapping first, then slapping down with rapid fire smacks.
“So, Becky? Do you have any comment? Does your bottom sting a bit?” he asked softly.
“It does, more than I thought it would,” she breathed.
“I’m going to finish now, with two hard swats on each side, but only if you want me to,” he added.
“Ohhhh, Cody,” she moaned. “I do.”
It was the answer he expected, and to add effect he wrapped his arm around her middle, holding her tightly. Her groans and a slight squirm told him the small act had delivered the desired affect, and moving his palm to the sensitive spot area at the base of her bottom, he smacked her with force, waited a moment, then smacked again.
“Owwww,” she wailed.
“Ready for the next two?” he asked, running his hand across the same area on the opposite side.
“Uh-huh,” she panted.
The two hard smacks were delivered in identical fashion, the first slap, a pause, then the second. Taking her hands from the wall he turned her around and pulled her into him.
“It is customary to say thank you after a spanking,” he whispered, kissing her neck and gently rubbing her bottom.
“Thank you,” she breathed. “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 sighed.
“The kiss or the spanking?”
“Both.”
“Next time, regardless of the circumstances, I will bare your bottom,” he warned.
Becky felt her face flame red, but her mind was already racing forward. I do hope so. I really do hope so, oooh, I can’t wait!
“I think it might be best if you told your father who I am before I meet him. I don’t want to ambush him,” he suggested.
“I think you’re right,” she agreed, pulling her thoughts from the decadent fantasy.
It wasn’t just that he was sure her father would appreciate the consideration, Cody’s cock was about to burst through his jeans. He was in no condition to return to the house.
“I need to make a couple of calls,” he continued. “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,” she smiled.
“I hope so,” he replied, hugging her again, then taking her hand, he led her through the bus, opened the doors and walked down the steps. The day was changing, the sun beginning its descent, and he could feel 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.”
“Thank you, Becky,” he smiled, wanting to kiss and hold and spank her all over again. “Would you like to cuddle in my bed tonight, and watch a movie?“
“That sounds divine,” she sighed, feeling fresh butterflies spring to life.
“Great. So dinner with your dad, then a movie for us.”
“Perfect,” she sparkled up at him.
“Just to be clear, a cuddle and a movie, nothing else,” he repeated seriously.
The first time he made love to her it wasn’t going to be in the back of a tour bus. He saw a flicker of something he couldn’t quite discern, but she didn’t say anything, just 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 returning to the bus, locked the doors and headed to the bedroom. Stripping off quickly, he stretched out on the welcoming mattress, relief and joy causing him to laugh out loud. Closing his eyes he wrapped his fingers around his cock and relived 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, to ache for her more. As his creamy essence frothed up and over his hand, he sighed deeply, hours of apprehension washed away by his joyous climax.
He rested for a minutes, relishing the quiet, the relief, and the warm tingling through his body, before walking to the tiny closet bathroom to wash up. Moving back to his bed and laying down, he reached for his phone, placing a call to his road manager.
“Andrew, hey. I guess you’re on board about to takeoff for Dallas?”
“Yeah, and we’d better see you tomorrow, big guy,” Andrew quipped.
“Don’t worry, you will,” Cody assured him. “Just wanted you to know I arrived safely.”
“And? I can here an ‘and’ at the end of that sentence. Is the bus okay, the car?”
“Everything’s great, Andrew. Thanks. You’re right of course, there is an ‘and’ but it’s a small one,” Cody replied.
“Go ahead,” Andrew chuckled.
“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. You need one?”
“Yes, but now that I think about it, it might be better to have it on another floor anyway, away from the partying. See if you can book something starting the day before the concert for at least three nights.”
“You got it, Cash. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Thanks, Andrew. See you tomorrow.”
Cash preferred staying in small, boutique hotels with his band, just as he had in New York. The last concert of the tour however, was a huge event, and he had agreed with Sam that he needed to be with the entire retinue in the same hotel.
The long day traveling, relief over his confession, delivering Becky her first, delicious little spanking, and the quick, satisfying climax, had left him completely drained. He knew he was about to fall asleep, so he carefully set his phone alarm, giving himself thirty-minutes to doze. Dropping it on the small bedside table, he closed his eyes, and began a prayer of thanks for having landed in the small town, but he was asleep before finishing even the first sentence.