P I Honeytrap (12 page)

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 glass-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.

Her hips lifted as she shimmied the dress back up to where it was, around her waist.

‘Bend your knees. Legs apart.’ He stood at the bottom of the bed, one arm wrapped around a corner post, and stared at her wet pussy.

He wandered to the bar and picked up a bucket of ice. ‘You’re gonna take the ice test. See how quick you can make my frozen heart melt.’ He downed another slug of fizz.

Chapter Nine

What had she just been thinking about kinky?

‘You can take the dress off now. Leave the boots on.’

When you pay for a service, you can decide what service you get, I suppose, Hayley thought, removing what amounted to a belt around her waist. Within reason. ‘Ice can burn,’ she warned.

‘The hotter you burn, sweetheart, the less the chances it will burn you.’ He laughed. ‘Come over here and sit on the bar stool.’

Clearly he couldn’t care less.

Sitting naked on a bar stool, in thigh-high boots, felt really kinky. Solar plunged his hand in the bucket and hooked out a cube in two bent fingers. ‘You have a nice body, sweetheart. It looks hot. Let’s see if it lives up to its reputation.’

He held the ice against one of her soft nipples. The cold quickly did its work as he moved it over and around, trailing it off around the curve of her breast. The nipple hardened and puckered again as a thin trickle of water snaked off down her body. It felt like fingernails trailing over her flesh. She shivered.

‘Nice,’ Solar said. ‘One hard nipple, one soft.’ He flicked them with his fingers, comparing the difference.

The ice cube travelled over Hayley’s other nipple. He drew it back and forth, teasing her body, until Hayley began to react to the sensations of both cold and arousal. Dropping the cube back in the bucket, Solar’s fingers twisted her tight nipples until he could see the first signs of agony flickering across her face. His half-smile suggested he enjoyed her discomfort. His burgeoning erection showed her he got off on it. He hooked the ice cube back out again.

‘Hey. How do you know that’s the same cube?’

‘The little hooker likes to play fair,’ he said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. A momentary flash of anger flitted across his features before it swept away again, revealing that tightly contained smile of his.

Hayley reckoned he was done being pleasant. Perhaps, all the champagne he had drunk turned his mood finally. Perhaps he was frustrated. He hadn’t had an orgasm yet any more than she had and it was revealing itself in temper. Perhaps she could goad him into making a false move?

‘I can make
your
little ice cube melt any day of the week, sweetheart.’ She mimicked what he had been calling her all evening, while casting sarcastic aspersions on the size of his dick. Living dangerously. ‘But if you expect me to melt a whole bucketful, we could be here all night. You haven’t paid me enough for an all-nighter.’

His hand whipped out and he grasped the hair at the back of her head, yanking it backwards. He put his face close up to hers. ‘I pay you whores plenty. Enough to do what I tell you, without any sass.’ He grabbed her breast in his hand and squeezed it hard.

Hayley fixed her features. She wasn’t going to give the guy the satisfaction of letting him know he was hurting her. ‘Well, are we doing this test, or talking about it?’

He snorted a laugh and slowly relaxed, loosening his grip. ‘You choose the ice cube you want to play with and I’ll get rid of the rest.’ He glared at her and she dipped in and picked up the one that looked the most melted already, holding it tight in the palm of her hand to assist it on its way a little more. He seemed too wasted to really notice.

He flung the bucket and its contents violently into the corner, knocking a vase off a table which smashed on landing, scattering blooms and water everywhere. Despite herself, she recoiled. It was what he wanted, she realised, as he lifted the corners of his mean mouth.

He held out his hand for the cube. ‘My test. My rules.’

Hayley popped it into her mouth, in a direct challenge. Shit, it was cold. She moved it around so it didn’t touch her skin in any one place for too long. Now she knew she was really goading him. But it would be worth it, if she could get him to lose the callous, cool attitude and attack her on camera. She would only need a few seconds on film. Her heart thumped against her ribcage.

He grabbed her jaw in his hand and squeezed tight, holding his other hand beneath her mouth. ‘Spit it out.’

Forming a pout with her lips, she popped the cube between them and it dropped into his hand. Smugly, she noticed it was now a good bit smaller than the cannonball-sized iceberg the hotel had kindly provided for his tortures. Even a little thing like that bolstered her courage.

Solar snaked his arm around her neck to hold her in place on the stool, shoved her knees apart, and rubbed the ice over her clit, as he stared into her eyes to gauge her reaction. It numbed yet teased. ‘Stand up,’ he whispered, between gritted teeth. He pulled her to her feet and thrust the ice cube into her vagina.

Now he was acting in spite. She knew it. But it was melting all the time, reducing in size. She could feel the trail of melted water running down her inner thighs into the tops of her boots. She stood still, prevented from moving by Solar. He pressed the ice bullet deep inside her with long, straight fingers.

He rubbed his hand firmly over her pussy but kept the cube in place with his fingers, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. ‘Oh, you’re wet, baby. Are you trying to tell me something?’

Hayley could feel the water flowing fast now. The ice was melting away to nothing and soon disappeared.

‘Hot chick. You’re burning up, sweetheart. You want a good fucking? Do you think I’m working for you?’ Solar dragged her roughly back to the bed and pushed her onto her back again.

Rummaging in a drawer, he presented her with an object. She looked at it and realisation dawned. He wanted her to masturbate with the glass dildo he had given her, while he watched. So far he hadn’t shown any inclination to have sex with her. That couldn’t be because he had just got engaged. Why pay for a prostitute at all, if that was the case?

Was it simply that he liked to humiliate women? Use them? Order them around? It sounded more likely.

He hooked his leg up and sat on the bed, facing her. He nodded for her to start.

She’d had all the foreplay she was going to get, but she was already wet as a storm. A regular sex life made her quickly responsive and ready to come. Hayley stroked the cool glass between her pussy lips, skipping lightly over her clit several times with it. She placed the tip at her tight entrance and added enough gentle pressure for it to stretch her muscles, allowing it to push a little way inside. She removed it again and circled her wet folds, coating the slick juices from her cavern over the dildo.

She rolled it over her clitoris a few more times, hearing Solar murmur his approval as he watched. ‘Fuck yourself hard with it. I’m not paying for a little cock-tease.’

She pressed it inside herself again, adding depth to the incursion. Small jerks of her hand allowed it to slide in and out to a shallow depth.

‘All the way, this time. Take it all the way up inside your hole.’

Hayley felt horny as hell from all the stimulation she’d had, and her body was readily elevating itself towards orgasm. She pressed it slowly, maintaining the pressure until each part disappeared inside her and she felt herself yielding to the pleasurable sensations. Solar reached over and tweaked her nipple, heightening the electric charge flowing back and forth between her nipple and her clit. The fullness in her vagina felt good. She pulled it out and plunge it in again, but Solar yanked her hand from it and took over.

The first time he was slow, allowing her to feel the minute changes in tension along her cavern walls as it invaded her body. He watched her reaction closely. Then he forcibly plunged it a couple of times and left it fully inserted. ‘Leave it there. I want to see you desperate to get fucked.’

He knew what he was talking about. She was nearly there, and not allowing the friction to occur was hard to bear. She closed her eyes and thought of Reuben, restrained by her in the gym and desperate to be allowed to fuck her, and she breathed through the self-denial.

Solar grabbed her wrist, suddenly clapping a handcuff around it. She had been warned by the girls at Kat Calls that he liked to do this, so it wasn’t totally unexpected. He hooked it around one of the upright metal rails that created the Victorian bedframe and attached her other wrist to the same place, restraining her arms straight up above her head.

Now her adrenaline kicked in. She knew she was vulnerable. She had a signal worked out with the team whereby they would burst through that door thanks to the master key card Paolo had obtained. Yet she wanted to hold out for her clients until she truly had enough to make their daughter want to run for the hills. So far, she wasn’t sure she’d got that.

Solar pinched her nipples more savagely this time, knowing she couldn’t defend her body. She hissed air inwards between her teeth. He lowered his head and drew the tip into his mouth, suckling hard enough to deliver a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Reaching down, he withdrew the dildo slowly from her pussy. He held it up to his face and licked his tongue along the length of it. Solar was one crazy lunatic, she decided.

Crawling up over her, he pressed her thighs apart and nestled between her raised knees. He edged his lounge pants down without removing them, took his hard cock in his hand, and masturbated over her a bit.

‘D’you want some of this, sweetheart?’

‘Mmm. Yes,’ Hayley murmured, playing along. He beat his meat a few more times, then tucked his erection away again. She began to wonder if he was even capable after all that alcohol, or whatever he was on. Perhaps that was what made him nasty.

‘Well, you’re going to have to wait. You haven’t earned your money yet, sweetheart.’ He crawled off the bed and came back with something in his hand. As she tried to see what it was, he manhandled her over onto her stomach, her arms crossing, and cuffed her booted ankles apart separately, securing them to the corner posts.

Her heart boomed; her lips were desert dry. She could do this. Could hold out a little longer before she gave the signal. She imagined Marty and Paolo watching remotely, fists bunched, wanting to burst through that door, punch Solar’s lights out, and rescue their damsel in distress. But they were well trained. Knew better than to blow her cover until she called for back-up.

A second later, she knew what he had in his hand. He caressed her buttocks for a moment and then the sting hit. He had a cane, and he wasn’t holding back. Pain ripped through the nerve endings in her skin and she yelped. The first welt was forming already.

‘Like that, do you, sweetheart?’

‘No,’ she whimpered, felt the sting burn. She reckoned he punished women for his own inability to satisfy them.

He ignored it. ‘I’m going to give you plenty more before I’m done.’ He thrashed again.

This was so far from the gentle spanking that Don had given her, or the teasing whippings she had witnessed at the club, as to be totally unrecognisable in the category of erotic pain. This was real. This was deviant. He threw his whole, considerable strength behind the next few frantic canings. Her skin was on fire and the intensity of pain grew and spread across her buttocks.

‘Stop it, please, I’ve had enough.’ She wanted to make that clear for the film camera. She didn’t believe for a moment that Solar would give a damn.

‘I’ve only just started.’

The next two brought tears to her eyes. She’d never felt pain like this before. Not physical pain.

‘Untie me. Let me go. I don’t want to do this any more,’ Hayley heard herself screaming.

‘That’s what I paid you for.’ He caned her twice more. ‘This is what I really get my kicks out of. The rest of that shit is just to break you down.’

‘You paid me to get laid. No one said anything about getting beaten.’ She could barely gasp out the words. Couldn’t take much more of this. Had to get him talking.

‘You ain’t getting beaten, bitch. A real woman would love to turn her man on like this. I can get laid any day of the week. All those little whores who follow the band are just begging for it. And they get it.’ He struck again.

Hayley yelped and writhed, throwing herself around within the limits of her restraints. She was sure the skin on her backside was broken and bleeding, and trusted the cameras were getting it all. ‘Let me up, you bastard, or I’ll call the police. You won’t look so damned pleased when you’re handcuffed to a 200-pound police officer. You’re all man when you’ve got a 100-pound woman hog-tied and defenceless, but you’re a genuine chicken-shit cock-sucker.’ Even she didn’t know where all the bad language was coming from. But she wanted the real McCoy on camera. She breathed through the considerable pain.

Solar looked about to burst a blood vessel. He practically ripped the cuffs off her ankles, and threw her over onto her back again, arms still trapped above her head. She just knew she was really going to get it from him now. She needed saving. She gave the silent signal.

As quickly as Marty and Paolo managed to burst through and enter the room, he had her held down by the throat on the bed and had punched her in the face. Electric lights sparked behind her eyes as the blow landed. Marty made him live to regret it. Paolo threw a cover over her nakedness and locked the door from the inside against any of his crew getting suddenly suspicious and bursting in. He retrieved the handcuff keys, got ice from the bucket on the floor, wrapped some in a napkin, and handed it to her to place over the swelling.

If she had a black eye coming, Billy Solar wouldn’t be able to go back on stage for a month after Marty had got through with him. No amount of cosmetics in the country would disguise the lumps and bruises coming up over his face.

‘Do you want me to call the police?’ Alice asked, arriving behind the others, admitted by Paolo, who stood guard at the door.

‘No, too much explaining for us to do.’ Hayley was shaking. The job had taken its toll on her. ‘This bastard won’t be marrying into money any time soon and I think the media might just get a tip-off too.’ It would be satisfaction enough.

Before she left, wrapped snugly in her trench coat and carrying a couple of full bottles of the finest champagne to toast their success with, she returned and swiftly kicked the bastard in the nuts. He groaned pitifully on the floor. ‘He won’t be singing with that thing either, for a while.’