P I Honeytrap

by Kristal Baird

  Don drove out of town and stopped at a modern motel on the outskirts. He left her in the car and went to pay for a room before returning and leading her inside.

  No sooner were they through the bedroom door when a knock came. Don looked alarmed for a moment until a voice called out. It was Paolo’s.

  ‘Fresh towels, sir. Courtesy of Happy Dreams Motel.’

  Don opened the door happily. Paolo swept in, wearing a hastily donned porter’s jacket that he carried in the van. He carried a bale of new towels, for which Donny here would be paying, if he did but know it.

  ‘Allow me to freshen up your bathroom, sir.’ Paolo deposited the towels on the side of the bath behind the closed bathroom door and Hayley knew he would be withdrawing equipment from his deep inside pocket. His technical expertise would soon see a microphone and camera installed in the bathroom.

  When he came out, Paolo turned back the sheets.

  ‘Oh master, I need to use the bathroom. May I?’ Hayley distracted a rather embarrassed Don, who clearly didn’t want anyone else participating in his little game, while Paolo rapidly placed more micro-equipment in the bedroom as a back-up to that concealed in Hayley’s bag.

  Paolo winked at her discreetly as he left, grinning. She would remember to give the boy a hefty bonus, and congratulated herself on having a really smart team.

  ‘You may close the curtains, Matty.’ Don removed his jacket and opened the bag he had brought from the boot of his car. ‘Come and stand before me, girl.’

  Hayley obeyed. He seemed to like it when she cast her eyes down as if he was indeed too masterful for her to confront.

  Don was well groomed and very old-school in outlook. He wasn’t exactly having affairs. He was playing out a fantasy that he would not dare to ask his wife to indulge in at home. Hayley thought it strange that Mrs Friar would almost prefer to think Don was with other women, than being – now, how did Mrs Friar refer to it – deviant? But the evidence gathered would speak for itself. What Mrs Friar did about it after that was no concern of hers.

  Don ran his hands over Hayley’s hips up to her belted waist. ‘I am happy to see you dressing as a young woman should. Far too many women dress like a man or display everything they possess, leaving little to the imagination. I would teach them a thing or two.’

  I bet you would, she thought. So far, Hayley quite liked the old boy. She did her best not to smirk at his somewhat twisted values. He undid her belt. To her surprise, he did it up again a couple of notches tighter.

  ‘That is better. You need strict discipline and I shall give it to you.’ He smoothed his hands down her skirts. She was wearing an old-fashioned peasant-style full skirt that came down to her knees. ‘Your skirts are a decent length, at least,’ he added.

  He proceeded to act very indecently, Hayley thought, putting his hand between her thighs and rubbing it up under her skirt. ‘Part your legs, girl. Let me check your undergarments.’

  Hot fingers groped around her mound and pussy through her panties. His face muscles tightened and his breathing became laboured. He clearly enjoyed this. He pulled her panties down her thighs.

  ‘You won’t be requiring these. A girl shouldn’t wear such items. Should always give her master proper access to her body. A tight belt to restrain her own wayward desires and full availability for her master’s needs at all times.’

  Hayley hated to admit it, but she was getting turned on by the randy old goat’s little game. It didn’t take much after the effects of the club.

  ‘What do you say to your instruction, my girl?’

  ‘Thank you for correcting my faults, master.’

  ‘Oh, I am just getting to your faults. And you have many. So many. I expect you wear a brassiere too.’

  ‘Yes, master.’ She admitted her next fault.

  ‘Then you are not giving full access to your master’s needs, are you?’

  ‘I suppose I’m not.’

  Unexpectedly, Don became less harmless. He sat up on the edge of the bed and raised his voice. ‘That is no way to address your master.’ He yanked her by the wrist, pulling her face down across his knee.

  Hayley went rigid, sank her nails into the bed. Her heart thumped; her head spun … Breathe. Breathe … Her conscious mind took control. She struggled a little for effect, but knew what she was here for and ultimately submitted to what was about to follow. She forced herself to relax.

  She remembered how turned on those women were at the club, when they were restrained and lightly beaten. It was OK.

  Don threw her voluminous skirt over her back, baring her naked posterior. He rubbed his hand gently over the warm, smooth surface and she anticipated the first stroke of his hand at any moment. Waiting for the blow to land added to the tension.

  His hand raised and descended rapidly, delivering a smarting to her flesh. ‘Oh my dear, you’ve been such a very naughty girl.’ He struck again.

  The warm glow the two slaps had raised upon her skin increased for some time after they had been delivered. He soothed her with a caress of his hand again. ‘Are you wearing a brassiere?’

  ‘Yes, master.’

  He slapped her again. The sound echoed in her ears. She could feel the quiver of tension warming between her legs as much as on her backside. ‘Should you be?’

  ‘No, master.’

  ‘Then you shall be punished for such disregard of your master’s needs and wishes.’ Another sting of his hand was felt.

  Hayley began to squirm, partly from the growing discomfort of tender flesh and partly from a developing excitement throbbing its way through her damp pussy. The realisation that she was sexually excited by the spanking shocked her.

  ‘And what will you do about it?’ Don caressed her bottom, running his fingers through the cleft between her buttocks, as he waited for her response.

  ‘I will remove it, master.’

  ‘This is so you never forget the proper way to dress.’ Don administered three more resounding smacks. He pulled her skirts down and dragged her to her knees between his open legs.

  ‘Correct your attire at once.’ He sat back and waited, arms folded across his chest.

  His jutting erection demonstrated the sexual thrill spanking her had given him. She was right about Don Friar and if this didn’t convince his wife, then nothing would.

  Hayley wondered if he wanted to fuck her too. She was thrilled enough by the stimulation that she now sought relief. The heightened tension of someone else dictating her actions and deciding her pleasures had its appeal.

  Her blouse was undone slowly and removed. Hayley reached back to unclasp her bra. Don’s eyes fixed on her breasts and his chest heaved. He reached out and touched her, running his hands back and forth between them before slapping them lightly several times. Hayley was amazed at such direct stimulation to her nipples. Her breathing hitched.

  ‘How is your posterior feeling after its correction?’ He obviously wanted to hear all the sordid little details.

  ‘It’s hot and it stings.’

  ‘That is to be expected, every time you transgress, is it not?’

  ‘Yes, master.’

  ‘What else do you feel?’

  He was after the whole shooting match. ‘My breasts tingle, and I feel hot in other places, master.’

  ‘Where exactly?’ He grew even more intense. His hand rubbed down over his erection.

  ‘Here.’ She put her hand over her skirt on top of her pussy.

  ‘Show me properly.’ Don groaned.

  Hayley bunched the skirt up in her hands, raising the hemline slowly up her thighs until she exposed her naked delta.

  Don reached between her thighs and caressed her lightly. Then he used the flat palm of his hand to slap her pussy languorously as he twisted her nipples between the fingers of his other hand. Each smack stimulated her clit with a tormented thrill and she could feel the cream flowing copiously through her soaked folds.

  The heat built in Hayley’s body and she found herself pressing
her hips towards Don’s masterful hand.

  ‘I suppose you need someone to soothe it better for you,’ he said, pausing to look down at the pink flesh of her pussy.

  She was taking her lead from him in this unknown territory. ‘I do need someone to soothe it, master.’

  ‘I could soothe it for you, but I am your master. If I do this service for my servant, then what does that make me?’

  Hayley wasn’t sure what her reply ought to be. She gave it a go. ‘A good master, a kind master? One who cares about the welfare of his poor needy servant, sir.’

  ‘It is my job to discipline you, not to cater to your needs and whims.’ Don leant across her and gave another stimulating slap to her warm buttocks.

  ‘No, master.’ She was a little disappointed to hear it. She was beginning to appreciate the erotic appeal of a game of servants and masters.

  ‘Don’t look so crestfallen, my naughty little wench. I did not say I would not soothe your demanding little pussy, now, did I?’

  True enough. Why else was she here? ‘No, master.’

  ‘But you must do something for me first, in order to deserve it.’

  Here we go. ‘Anything, master.’

  Don’s eyes flicked down to his cock and back to her face again. Bless the old boy. He was too much of a gentleman to use the words in front of a lady. Even if she was his servant. One who was kneeling there with her breasts and pussy exposed. She got the message. She began to unbuckle his belt.

  She wished he would unbuckle her. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, partly due to the excitement but also because the tight belt would not allow her to take a proper breath in.

  He leant back, resting on his hands, as Hayley opened his trousers and felt inside for the turgid cock. The dirty old devil wasn’t wearing any underwear either. She took his flesh into her hand. Her spanking had worked him up into a state of high agitation.

  Hayley worked her hand over his cock for a while, alternating some gentle teasing with a few firmer, harder strokes until Don’s breathing laboured, his eyes closed, and a whole stream of dirty little insults, describing what she was doing and how much she was enjoying it, left his lips. Hayley wondered what Mrs Friar would make of that lot.

  ‘Hold those lovely firm tits around my hot cock, my girl, and I’ll see you’re well rewarded.’ He drew her to him and placed his erection in the valley between the twin mounds of her breasts, directing her hands to press her breasts together firmly around him. He worked himself back and forth between them as she leant over him.

  His hand dropped between her legs to deliver her reward as Don ran urgent fingers through her silken labia.

  ‘You have a luscious firm cunny, my dear.’

  ‘Thank you, master.’

  His fingers delved into her vagina and withdrew repeatedly, drawing the cream down to coat her folds. She pressed against the heel of his hand to gain pleasure in the friction over her juicy clit as her hips thrust repeatedly.

  Don was near to coming. His expression was taut and his movements jerky and erratic. He had stopped finger-fucking her as his attention was now focused totally inward on his imminent orgasm. Hayley was damned if she was going to go unsatisfied after all her hard work, servant or no servant to the master.

  She released the pressure of her breasts against his cock.

  ‘What are you doing?’ he demanded.

  She resorted to melodrama. ‘Oh finish me, master, finish me. I’ll be a good girl if you’ll only let me come.’

  ‘What nonsense is this? Do as you are told and get back to work,’ he grunted. ‘Do you want another hiding?’

  Hayley directed his hand to her slick pussy again. She moved his fingers through her body, determining the pace and rhythm that suited her needs. Her other hand returned to his cock again and yanked and jerked on its length until he gave up the fight to control her; too weak with longing to orgasm.

  Don bellowed like an ox as he ejaculated in a sudden rush. Hayley moaned out her orgasmic release too, albeit more quietly. They were both drained, pleasantly, from the experience. Perhaps the old darling would see the delights of a little give and take from now on?

  ‘That’s a good girl,’ he told her. ‘You’re quite a good girl, really, when all’s said and done. I’m sorry I spanked you, my dear. I hope I didn’t hurt you?’

  ‘No, you didn’t. Let’s just say it was an experience.’

  ‘Good girl, good girl. The master’s just going to take a little shower while you tidy up. Then I’ll drive you home.’

  He wasn’t like so many of her clients’ men. He was not seeking other women per se, but rather an outlet for his more unusual interests. If Mrs Friar could see her way clear to providing them for him, Hayley couldn’t see why they couldn’t maintain a successful marriage and no harm done.

  It was just a question of communication. Sharing the things that really mattered with your partner. Although she knew she was the last person who could give advice about that. Again she found herself thinking about Reuben when she didn’t want to.

  Hayley decided she would do a particularly artistic editing job on this evidence, painting Don in a more pitiful rather than overtly sexual light. Then see what her powers of persuasion could do with Mrs Friar. Twenty-five years of marriage, children, and grandchildren, was a lot to give up over a little kinky sex. Or lack of it. Mrs Friar seemed too pragmatic for that. Don was harmless, really.

  As she climbed back into the van, finally reunited with her underwear and carrying out the technical equipment wrapped in the largest of the towels, she spoke first. ‘Don’t say a word, Paolo. Not a single word.’

  Paolo knew better than to push her when she was in that sort of mood. He complied, driving in silence back to the compound. She gave him a well-deserved bonus out of the safe, for his initiative in the field, before he left for the night.

  This time Hayley deliberately drove home past the gym, stopping to take a good look. It was late, granted, but there was not a single light on in the place, except the security ones. Had Reuben given up waiting for her and finally gone home? Had he never even bothered waiting? Would he ever wait for her again? Did she care?

  She was getting plenty of work-related sex, so was buddy sex with Reuben worth all this emotional turmoil? She headed home to take her fourth hot shower of the day.

  Chapter Six

  Finding herself with three glorious days without a single assignment to conduct, Hayley rapidly got through her workload of interviews and arranged surveillances. Mrs Tanner was furious with her husband, delighted with the agency’s efforts to protect her interests, and paid in full with a hefty bonus of Mr Tanner’s money to boot. Hayley figured she had earned it. She also figured she had earned a little R and R and, for once, she didn’t mean Reuben.

  In fact, she studiously avoided going anywhere near the gym.

  Reuben left her alone too. He clearly hadn’t felt the need to renew their acquaintance after the last time and that was fine by Hayley. A clean break was often the best way. She’d find another gym to work out in, although nothing else would be as close or convenient as Reuben’s.

  That was all it was, she reasoned. Convenience.

  She wondered if Mrs Friar was going for a clean break too. She hoped she’d left the woman at least considering the possibility of obliging her husband’s more unusual needs. Perhaps it was expecting too much.

  Hayley wasn’t about to change who or what she was for any man. She had her agency and that was all she needed.

  She planted things in pots in the yard, cooked real food, and topped up her suntan naturally. Though it was hard to stop thinking about work. And sex. She didn’t think she’d gone three whole days in the last two years without having some sort of sex. Usually work-related. Before Reuben came along.

  But she wasn’t going to think about him.

  The harder she tried not to, the more she did. Hayley picked up a magazine and turned a few pages, hardly noting what was on them before flinging it do
wn again. Her cheese sauce turned lumpy as she stood at the stove but forgot to stir, lost in a dream. And they were always the same dreams. Steamy saunas, sweaty bodies, hands stroking, soothing, rapturing.

  She took a cold shower.

  Reuben wouldn’t seem to leave her mind. Even when she was asleep. Especially when she was asleep. The torrid nature of her dreams had her waking wet in the middle of the night. And not with sweat.

  By late afternoon of her second day off, Hayley had had enough. She went back to work.

  Alice looked up as Hayley walked through the door. ‘I thought you were taking some recovery time.’

  ‘I did. Now I’m back.’ Hayley settled into her desk chair straight away, opening files, reacquainting herself with the week’s caseload.

  ‘Couldn’t leave the old place alone, hey?’

  ‘Something like that.’

  ‘It’s good to miss your work. I miss it when I’m off.’ Alice put her chin in her hand and adopted a faraway look.

  ‘You do?’ Somehow Hayley always imagined that no one else could love this place the way that she did.

  ‘Sure. Like a hole in the heart.’

  She got it. Alice was being ironic. ‘Don’t you mean head? Hole in the head.’

  ‘I know what I mean.’

  The two women looked at each other and realisation dawned on Hayley. Alice meant Marty. She missed Marty when they weren’t together. ‘Got it bad, have you?’

  ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ Alice feigned bored ignorance.

  ‘You just told me you did.’ Hayley smiled at Alice. A smile that indicated she understood Alice’s feelings for Marty. ‘And I’m a PI, remember?’

  Alice rolled her eyes. ‘OK, so I like the guy. Haven’t you ever liked a guy before?’

  Hayley didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to think she might be missing Reuben. ‘Too much to do around here to bother with guys.’ That case was closed. Unresolved.

  They spent a few hours organising schedules and appointments for the week ahead before Alice went to meet up with Marty for a routine surveillance. Hayley was finally alone in the office. She’d been alone many times before. This time, she was aware of it. And she still couldn’t stop thinking about Reuben.