P I Honeytrap

by Kristal Baird

  ‘Keep the leather on for now.’ The girls at Kat Calls were right about his fetish.

  That suggested they would be right about the rest of the things they’d told her too. It was hard not to turn tail and just get the hell out of there when she knew what was coming. But this guy deserved taking down and she would take consolation from being the one to do it.

  Solar’s hands rubbed harder to feel the contours of her body beneath the supple black calfskin. He probed into the cleft between her buttocks with one hand and manipulated it between her pussy lips with the other. His hands were firm and thorough at their work and she felt the stimulation arouse her responses. All those years on guitar had made his fingers strong and supple and he played her body hard. Hayley pressed her lips together and held back on the music. He didn’t seem to notice though. Or care. This was all about him.

  Done, he lowered the zip a little at the back of her dress, which he tugged down to expose her breasts.

  He groaned. ‘Fucking lovely jugs.’ He squeezed and rubbed firmly all over her flesh, weighing them in his hands like he was trying to decide on the juiciest melon. His head lowered and he rubbed his face over the warm orbs, grinding his stubble into her nipples, creating heat and friction enough to make Hayley breathe hard.

  Solar stopped and looked up at her. His lips twisted into a thin smile. ‘You like that, do you?’ He concentrated on flicking her nipples with his thumbs as he spoke. ‘A real horny little bitch. I’m gonna have me some real fun with you.’

  Not exactly liking the sound of what that implied, Hayley tried not to respond to the man, but sharp sensations were relentlessly coursing through her nipples. His fingertips were leathery from years plucking the strings, and they rubbed at her soft tips like sandpaper on silk. She pebbled into rigidity as her nipples lengthened and swelled.

  ‘That’s it, sweetheart, show me how sexy you are. How much you want it.’ He rubbed his cock through his trousers to make sure she understood what he was referring to. This was all about detonating his needy cock. Her aching pussy was simply collateral damage.

  He leant over her breasts again and rubbed two days’ growth of bristles over her skin, rasping her nipples until sensations raced through her nerves like a repeating signal. Message received and understood. An answering throb from her pussy made her hips jerk involuntarily. Hayley knew she was too highly sexed to deny the feelings aroused at Solar’s expert touch.

  The guy must have had thousands of women in his bed. He knew how their bodies responded and how to make them react the way he wanted them to. He knew how to take his pleasure from them.

  ‘Good girl.’ His hand plunged down between her thighs and his fingers spread across the soft, naked skin, teasing and stroking. He dropped suddenly to his knees before her. ‘Open your legs wider.’

  He directed her booted feet far apart and settled into the V shape between them. It reminded Hayley of that position guitarists get into on stage at the end of their set, where they suddenly land on their knees and play a riff on the guitar to stimulate the excitement of the crowd. Perhaps he couldn’t tell the difference between a public performance and a private one. In his drugged-up head, he was the rock god, the idol, adored and worshipped.

  Her eyebrow twitched upwards. From where she was standing, it appeared more like him adoring her than the other way around. She knew her own power again. Men and their rampant cocks were made to adore women, no matter how much they wanted it the other way around.

  Her mind drifted to a picture of Reuben worshipping her body. No. No. Get out of my head, Reuben. Not here. Not now.

  Her two worlds must be kept firmly apart. Why they should collide now, she had no idea. Reuben was invading her head space far too much lately. She knew it wouldn’t work if they got too close. Damn you for kissing me, Reuben.

  Hayley forced her mind back on the job. She didn’t need distractions.

  Solar planted his hands around the supple leather covering one booted ankle. He rubbed and fondled his way up her calf, knee, and thigh, nuzzling firmly at her legs through the tanned animal hide that he found so fascinating. He acted like a cat, purring and rubbing at his mistress’s legs. The intense focus and the harsh staccato eruptions of his breathing showed Hayley that he really got off on this stuff. Weird.

  She could feel the warmth of his hands and fluid motion of his wet tongue working over her skin, but the barrier the leather created subdued the intensity. It was subtle and frustrating, the actual sensations only hinted at, rather than delivered. Hayley found her nerves reaching desperately for a faster, more definite impression.

  Aroused, she yearned for a mouth on her clit. She wanted fingers pinching her nipples; she wanted real, hot, hard penetration.

  Solar clamped his lips onto her naked inner thigh, just above the tops of her boots. A feeling of quick relief at the direct stimulation swept through her when he licked and suckled the skin there. He suddenly sucked hard, bruisingly. Hayley winced.

  Solar appeared to like her reaction and he looked up at her and smiled. ‘I’m gonna leave my mark all over you, sweetheart. You’re gonna know you’ve been fucked by Billy Solar by the time I’m done.’

  It wasn’t even a veiled threat. Her heart pounded. She mustn’t forget what she was doing here, or the dangers involved. This guy got off on frightening women. Hurting them. Well, she had a little surprise in store for him too, so back at you, Solar. She would be as strong as she needed to be.

  Hayley held her breath as he bit and bruised her other inner thigh, refusing to whimper.

  He laughed. ‘I’ll sign it for you, before you leave, if you’ve got a waterproof pen.’

  Damn it, she had never wanted to kick anyone in the head as much as she wanted to kick this idiot. Well, he was just making this whole sting easier for her. He would get what was coming to him and she was delighted to deliver.

  Solar jumped to his feet and stalked around her. ‘Put your arms up behind your head and stay in that position.’

  He left her like it for about ten minutes. It was a stress position: legs far apart, balancing on high heeled boots with arms raised, behind her head, thrusting her exposed breasts forward. Strangely, it felt quite erotic as Solar padded around her, just looking. She thought of the tableaux at Don Friar’s club. The only difference was that she wasn’t tied up. She stayed there because he made her. Maddeningly, she acknowledged the erotic thrill she felt under his control. Her pussy throbbed. She knew she was wet.

  Swilling champagne, he carelessly threw aside the empty bottle. He dragged another, chilled from the wine cooler, and proceeded to peel the foil and undo the wire, shaking the bottle a couple of times. Hayley automatically moved in self-preservation, folding her elbows to wrap them across her face, turning her exposed upper body aside as he pointed the neck at her.

  Solar gave a hard laugh which faded immediately into a scowl. ‘I don’t remember telling you to move, sweetheart. Assume the position.’

  Keeping her eyes fixed on the explosive champagne bottle, she resumed her former pose. Solar stepped in front of her. He pumped the bottle again, like he was loading a cartridge into the spent barrel of a rifle, one-handed. His thumb eased the cork easily from the bottle under such pressure. It hurtled across the room, pounding off something in the distance. He watched her flinch.

  The champagne gushed upwards in a volatile, fizzy fountain which Solar shoved between her legs, enjoying her reaction.

  ‘Wet enough now, sweetheart?’

  He tipped more over Hayley’s naked breasts. The icy liquid on her warm flesh puckered her nipples instantly and she drew breath in astonishment at the chill.

  ‘It’s the best way to drink champagne,’ he muttered, dipping down and sucking at her nipples to retrieve the remnants from them. Most of it had trickled down her body, inside her dress, and now ran down over her boots and onto the expensive carpet where she stood. He drew up and gave a tight smile. ‘Don’t let anyone tell you that champagne should be eaten with stra
wberries. That’s pretentious crap. Champagne is made for a woman’s tits.’

  He laughed at his own crude joke, pouring more of the fluid over her breasts, licking and sucking it off. The repeated heat of his mouth, followed by the icy champagne, had her insides twisting. Hayley could feel her clit glowing with its own unfulfilled demands.

  She wasn’t certain if he was enjoying the champagne or the sensation of her breasts more when he tipped the last remnants of the bottle into her mouth, attempting to follow it with his tongue. She clamped her lips together. He wasn’t going there. She was certain about that.

  He pinched her jaw hard between his fingers and thumb, planted a punishing kiss for denying him on her closed lips, and then strode off into the master bedroom. That kiss made her angrier than anything so far and strengthened her resolve.

  He called back to her. ‘Well, come on, you silly bitch. I can’t fuck you if you’re still out there, can I?’

  Hayley longed to comment that he probably could, if his dick was as big as he thought it was, but she gritted her teeth and refrained. A real charmer. No wonder the Winstanleys were so delighted to welcome him as a prospective son-in-law. She yanked the dress down over her hips, leaving her breasts uncovered, and swayed on those booted heels behind him. He was lying on the four-poster bed, guzzling more champagne from a bottle.

  ‘Dance for me,’ he told her.

  Hell, she was dreading that. She could get her naked breasts out for a stranger, allow him to examine her intimately, even fuck her, but having to dance for one felt wrong. A complete contrast to the sexy little efforts she’d happily treated Reuben to a couple of nights before when she stripped for him. She tossed yet another unbidden memory away.

  The war film continued to explode in the background; in here, the recorded beat of the heavy rock music of Solar’s own band was competing with the rattle of machine gun fire. How could he stand so much noise? She started to wriggle her hips and thrust them sinuously forward. She wasn’t going to blow this assignment over a stupid bit of bump and grind, no matter how ridiculous this little war dance made her feel.

  Her hands reached up and clasped behind her head again, thrusting her breasts forward as she undulated her body. Solar seemed to like that as he snaked his hand beneath the elastic waistband of his lounge pants and began to work up and down his erect penis, slowly, eyes fixed on her body all the time.

  His concentration span was clearly limited, as a couple of minutes later he stopped caressing his organ and leapt off the bed. He dragged her over to where he’d been and hitched the dress up around her waist, leaving it like a thick band of ruched leather spanning her middle. He pushed her up onto the bed.

  ‘Remove your panties,’ he ordered.

  Raising her bottom off the bed, Hayley took hold of the thin satin ribbon that was tied in a tight bow at her hip. She pulled it carefully until it undid completely. The triangle of satin fabric covering her mound dropped back a little, exposing the side of her shaved pussy.

  ‘That’s it, sweetheart. I like it. Now the other side.’

  She repeated the movements with the second ribbon until the panties lay in one piece, resting over her pussy.

  ‘Let me have that,’ he insisted. Solar walked up the side of the bed and reached over. He clasped the panties in his hand and drew them slowly across her mound, making the fabric pass between her pussy lips and over her clit, inch by inch, as it moved. He took the article and bunched it in his fist, then pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply. ‘I love the smell of fresh pussy.’

  He moved her into a kneeling position, resting face down on her forearms on the mattress with her bottom up in the air. ‘I’m gonna show you another way I enjoy champagne,’ he muttered. She bit her lip. Couldn’t wait.

  Solar ran his hand over her naked bottom. He sat down beside her so his face was close to the rounded flesh he inspected. With each pass of his hand across her butt, he described what he experienced. ‘Warm and soft. Just the way a woman’s body should be. Inviting a man to want to pleasure himself. Calling him to take her.’

  He reached for the champagne again, and took another slug. ‘But much as your softness interests me, so does leather.’ One hand was in her hair, his fingers running between the backcombed wildness. ‘And to get leather soft, skin needs to be tanned.’ She instantly knew where this was going.

  He raised his arm and struck, his hand landing smartly on the muscles of her buttocks. He had used a lot of strength and Hayley automatically reared up from the bed. His hand around the back of her neck forced her down again. ‘Stay put. I’m not done yet. Nice and pink. Warmer.’ He rubbed his hand over the rounded surface, feeling the changes he had created.

  Her flesh stung. This was not quite like the spanking Don had given her. This would look good on camera but Hayley wasn’t sure it was going to feel too good. Suddenly the cool chill of liquid covered her. It ran in a flood over her behind, down between her cleft, pouring in fast, teasing rivulets across her pussy. Solar had poured champagne over her heated backside.

  His hand descended again, the sound a sharp smack on the wet surface of her tender skin. Her breath hitched at the sudden sting. She could feel the warmth grow to a deep burn.

  Again Solar used champagne to cool the tempest. It tickled and teased, and Hayley found herself raising her buttocks to sustain the pleasant sensation across her pussy. She discovered if she lifted her buttocks high enough, the fizz cascaded across her clit, delivering a delightful frisson.

  ‘You’re enjoying that, you little whore. Do you want me to fuck you?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You deserve a spanking. I’m paying you. So you do what I say.’ His palm landed twice in quick succession on her upturned flesh. ‘Lovely and pink and so hot. Are you feeling hot yet?’ His fingers followed the path of the next flow of poured champagne, over the contours of her rear and down into the swollen slit of her pussy. They caressed over her slick folds and across her engorged clitoris, making Hayley moan.

  Solar pressed his mouth to her pussy and lifting the bottle of champagne above her back, he poured a slow, steady stream of liquid, which fizzed along its former path into her pussy, where he lapped it up into his mouth.

  The fizzing of the wine, followed by the rapid lapping of the tip of Solar’s tongue across her clit as he gathered its droplets, soon had Hayley tightening towards orgasm. Soft mewling sounds left her throat.

  Solar reached out and took a champagne cork into his hand. He ran it over her pussy, backwards and forwards, gathering her slick come over its surface, before pressing it determinedly into her opening. He pushed slowly until her muscles parted and she accepted it into her vagina. It felt good to have something inside her clenching sex. He reached out and squeezed and pinched her erect nipples. Hayley really wanted to come now. Even with Solar.

  ‘I’m going to open you up like a bottle of champagne and suck your pussy dry,’ he whispered, holding the cork by the mushroomed head and agitating the full length of the swollen base rapidly in and out of the entrance to her vagina, heightening Hayley’s excitement.

  Leaving it firmly wedged inside her, Solar turned her onto her back and parted her legs. He pulled her down towards him until her pussy rested at the side of the bed and he crouched down between her thighs. He tapped and wiggled at the cork in her cave, keeping her on the edge.

  ‘Do you know what I want to do every time I see a champagne cork? I want to pull it. I’m gonna drink champagne from your fuck-hole.’

  He uncorked her and grasped the bottle again. Putting his thumb across the top, he shook the remainder of the liquid rapidly until she could hear it fizzing and bubbling inside the bottle. He quickly pressed the smooth lip of the bottle against her vagina muscles, pressing until they opened, and the neck slid firmly inside. Another low murmur fell from Hayley’s lips at this unique experience. A slight tilting of the bottle changed the pressure onto different muscles inside her vagina, making her desire to thrust against its g
lass-cool intrusion grow more insistent.

  Instantly she could feel the cold, wet sparkle of the fizzy foam as it flooded her hot tunnel and exploded in a continuous popping of bubbles against her sensitive muscular walls. She was filled with champagne until she overflowed, yelping out as her pussy sparkled and her need to come mounted.

  Solar withdrew the neck of the bottle and replaced it with his mouth. He sucked strongly, holding her hips to the bed as she bucked and thrust up into his mouth, expelling the expensive liquid from her body into his.

  ‘That’s how a man drinks champagne,’ he said, wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Now you’re going to take my little test.’

  Hayley was breathing hard, coming down from her near-orgasmic state. ‘What test?’ She pulled her clothing down to cover herself again.

  ‘I like to see how hot women are before I fuck them. The hotter they are, the quicker I shoot my load.’

  Hayley reckoned the quicker she got him to erupt, the quicker she could be out of there. And maybe tonight he wasn’t interested in his more deviant pursuits. Although going by what she’d experienced so far, she wouldn’t bank on it. Less deviance would be a less satisfactory result for her assignment, but she couldn’t help feeling a measure of relief now she was here alone in the room with the man. Except for the dozen little micro-cameras trained on their every move.

  Would this little scenario be enough to make Abigail Winstanley see sense? Apart from the cheating aspect. Perhaps Abigail had already come to terms with the fact that a man like Solar would hire prostitutes, and better that than finding himself another woman who might take him from her permanently.

  Hayley wondered if she should try and push Solar’s buttons. Get him to do something nasty. Something dangerous. Something to open Abigail’s eyes. So far, he’d been a little kinky, but not enough so, perhaps, to make his fiancée think twice.

  ‘Lie back and pull your dress up again. I don’t recall telling you you could pull it down.’ Solar took another large swig from his bottle. His capacity for champagne seemed endless. Although as much of it soaked into the soft furnishings as went down his throat, she supposed, squirming on the wet bedcovers.