The Honey Trap

by Lucy Wild

  I stood at the back of the room, in the shadows, watching. When Mickey had brought me through and shown me what he wanted me to do, I had to act shocked. I couldn’t act eager, I couldn’t show how excited I was by the thought of submitting to any one of the hot looking guys in here. The thought of what they might do to me sent shivers down my spine.

  Every Dom was wearing a mask. Every Sub had her face on show, all the better for the Doms to choose, Mickey had grinned. Then I’d shaken my head and refused to be a part of it, not protesting enough to be thrown out of the door, just enough to be shown where it was. Then he’d left me to decide and of course, I’d already made my mind up. I wanted this more than I wanted anything.

  A part of me thought this was the perfect way of rebelling against my father’s wishes, of doing the thing that he’d forbidden. But that wasn’t the main deciding factor for me. It was when I walked back in and seconds later, a man appeared who stared at me with such intense eyes, my knickers almost melted away. That decided for me. I had found a Dom, I had found the Dom, the right one for me. I just hoped he felt the same way.

  I couldn’t make him choose me of course. I had to wait to see what happened. But as he strode slowly across to me, I felt sure he wasn’t going to turn me down.

  I had no idea what it was about him. He was muscular, that much was obvious by the cut of his suit. He was tall, dark hair, but it was the eyes that did for me, such piercing blue eyes, the only part of his face visible through the mask. I could have sworn I’d seen those eyes somewhere before. “You,” he said when he reached me. “Back room, now.”

  His voice was so commanding, all I could do was obey, following him to the nearest open door. I had barely stepped through before he slammed it shut behind me. “Bend over,” he said, his voice a deep growl of desire.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, the words coming out without me thinking about them. I did as he asked, leaning over a wooden table that was in the middle of the room, pointing my ass towards him. It should have been too much, too fast. I’d turned up to work behind a bar and now I was bent over far enough for my skirt to ride up the back of my thighs. But it didn’t feel like that. I was too swept up in the excitement of the moment to think about things properly. Maybe if I had, I would have hesitated. But I didn’t.

  He walked up behind me and before I had chance to brace myself, his hand slapped down on my ass. I let out a yelp of pain, the stinging heat still spreading through my buttocks when his hand slapped down again. “You’re mine,” he snarled. “And I want you to know what it’s like to be owned by me.” Another smack, this time lower, nearer to the back of my thighs. “To be marked by me.”

  I let out a shriek of pain as his hand slapped down several times in quick succession. My breath was ragged already and I felt as if my ass was on fire. He paused long enough for me to realise how tender my nerve endings had become. Then he continued, another flurry of blows that jolted me against the table, my legs losing strength.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said, pulling the back of my skirt up to reveal my panties.

  “That’s against the rules, Sir” I said, cursing myself for admitting that I knew that. Was this some kind of test? I was suddenly sure Mickey had put him up to this, to check I remembered what he’d told me. No sex, no matter how much the Doms demanded it. Tell him if they wouldn’t back off and he’d tear up their membership. I had no intention of that happening with this guy. I didn’t even know his name but already I wanted to protect him from that.

  “I’ll be back,” he said. “Be here tomorrow night.”

  A second later the door opened and he was gone. I was alone. I stood up, my legs trembling. Had that really just happened? Or had I imagined it? The stinging pain in my ass told me it was real, he was real. But he was gone as if he’d never been there.

  I walked slowly to the door, stepping out into the main room with my heart pounding. I looked around but he’d gone. They might all have been Doms in masks but he was not there, those eyes were not there.

  I was still thinking about him when I lay in bed three hours later. I’d rejected Dom after Dom, not wanting anyone else, only wanting him. It was impossible to say why I felt so strongly so quickly, but no one else would do.

  It meant I had a frustrating night and when the place shut, I left quickly, not wanting Mickey to hear how I’d turned so many people down. I got home to silence, my father already asleep. That was good, it meant I didn’t have to have another argument with him.

  I closed my eyes and thought about my mysterious stranger. I was in that half realm between being awake and asleep, picturing him in the room again with me, how sexy he’d looked, the way his voice had oozed charisma. If he’d told me to break the rules, I would have done. But then I’d be fired. Not only that but the place might be shut down too. Could I handle the life of a Sub in there? I could if it was with any other dom. I’d happily let them spank me, have them tell me what to do. I’d walk round on a collar with a leash attached all night, crawl on all fours if they wanted me to. The life of a Sub had opened up to me and it was like a dam bursting, all my latent desires to please, to conform, to obey, all coming out at once.

  But if it was him, could I resist sex? Could I resist him if he yanked down my panties and rammed himself into me? Could I resist my urge for him to fuck me? There was only going to be one way to find out and that was to see if he came back. I shook my head, coming to for a brief moment. “You’re an adult,” I said out loud. “You can control yourself.”

  Which goes to show just how wrong someone can be.

  SIX

  “It didn’t work.”

  Waterman looked at me, the fury barely concealed. “What do you mean, it didn’t work?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me, you bought the thing.”

  The hidden camera lay on his desk, looking accusingly up at both of us. “I’m not a tech wizard, Nate. You hide it, you turn it on, that’s all I know.”

  “Well, it didn’t record last night.”

  “Then you better bloody make sure it records tonight. I’m down another point today. I need this.”

  I hadn’t told him that I’d seen Kathryn in there. He’d already insinuated I better not have anything to do with her. I didn’t tell him that I’d spanked her, my hard on so painful, it almost made me wince. The sight of her in that skirt, the hint of her panties, the way her ass had looked when I’d lifted her skirt. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and the last thing I needed was for Waterman to find out what I’d done. All I’d told him was that I’d tried to get them to break the rules and it hadn’t worked. “It will work tonight,” I promised, picking up the camera and cramming it into my pocket.

  Could I do this though? Could I go in there and get the place shut down, the first place I’d really felt at home in my entire life. I thought I’d found the right place working for Waterman but I was wrong. That was who I was on the outside. He belonged there. The real me, the deeply hidden me, well he belonged in the Honey Trap, telling his Sub what to do.

  I’d fallen so naturally into the role, it was like I’d been born to do it. I didn’t even hesitate. I just told her what to do and she did it. Was I going to tell her I wanted to fuck her? Could I be that blatant about things after she’d rebuked me the first time? Who was I? I wasn’t the same man in the mask as when I’d last seen her at the party, trying to talk to her and failing before I even began. What was it about her that made my brain switch off?

  But in that room, I’d been in charge. It had been like slipping into a well fitting pair of shoes, just something that I was made to do. I told her to bend over, she did. I spanked her, she let me. The only fly in the ointment was when I’d let slip how badly I wanted to fuck her. When she’d told me I couldn’t, the urge to do it was so strong, it was almost overwhelming. I had to get out of the room or I’d do something I’d regret, even in my lust addled state, I knew I had to get out of there.

  Tonight was going to be different. I was going t
o get her to agree to it. I was going to film her saying yes. I was going to take her to the edge before making my excuses. Then Waterman would get what he needed, the party would get what it needed, I’d get the pay increase I needed. The only downside was I wouldn’t get the thing I really needed, and that was to stick my cock in the most beautiful woman I’d ever known.

  It didn’t mean I couldn’t spank her again though. I had to resist grinning like an idiot when I walked into the bar that evening, the camera ready to roll under my jacket. All I had to do was flick a switch and it would start recording. I flashed my card to the guy by the door at the back of the bar and then I was in the Honey Trap again.

  She was there already, pacing up and down at the far side, doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone. She glanced up when I walked in and she beamed, her smile so wide it made it hard for me to keep my stern face, the face my character should have in this role, the angry, cold Dom, not the lust addled lunatic acting like a teenage virgin.

  She came over to me, looking incredible, as if she’d been poured into the tight black dress she had on. “I’m glad you came back,” she said, looking as if she was desperate to reach out and touch me.

  “Me too,” I replied, turning away from her, knowing she’d follow me. I walked over to the bar at the side of the room. “Can I get you a drink?” I asked her as she slid onto the stool next to mine.

  She nodded. “An orange juice please.”

  “OJ for her,” I said to the barman. “I’ll take a whisky, make it a double. No ice.” I didn’t want her to hear the cubes clinking on the side of the glass, having no doubt my hands would be shaking with the nerves I was trying to pretend weren’t there.

  When her drink arrived, I slid it across to her, letting my hand brush over her fingers as she took it from me. She sipped at it while I stared at her, taking in the cute button nose, those innocent blinking eyes, that smile that seemed fixed to her face. “What’s your name?” I asked, taking a sip of my whiskey, followed by another.

  “You can call me anything you like,” she replied, setting her glass back down.

  “How about my princess. How does that sound?”

  “Your princess? I’m your princess?” She grinned even more broadly. “I like that.”

  “Then come with me, princess. It’s time to get started.”

  She gulped, the colour draining from her face. “Okay, Sir,” she said and my cock twitched in response.

  She automatically followed me to the same room we’d used last time. Once I was inside, I watched her enter before closing the door, shutting us in together. I took a step towards her, breathing her in, close enough to touch her. She stood there, blinking up at me. “What now, Sir?” she asked, her hands clasped behind her back, her feet turned inwards towards each other. She looked so damn good.

  “Now you strip out of those clothes.”

  SEVEN

  I couldn’t disobey him. It was impossible. He’d told me to strip so I had to do it. Something about the command was liberating. The need to pretend to be modest was gone. My shyness was gone. All I wanted to do was obey him. He wanted me naked so I was going to be naked for him.

  I looked at those eyes of his as I slid the straps from my shoulders. He stared intensely as the dress slid slowly down my chest. I tugged it past my boobs, watching his eyes widen as my breasts came into view, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I thought about his hands touching them and had to resist a shudder of desire. My breathing grew more laboured as the dress reached my hips. I leaned down, pushing it past my knickers until it fell into a heap on the floor. I stepped out of it, putting my hands behind my back, my chest thrust forwards towards him.

  “Keep going,” he said, towering menacingly over me.

  I gulped, my heart thudding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest as I pushed my panties down to the floor. I couldn’t believe this was happening. A moment of reality kicked in as my shoes came off. I was naked in a private room with a complete stranger. It was insane. But then I got caught up in his eyes again and I was lost. All I wanted to do was please him.

  “A dozen spanks for taking too long,” he said. “Does that seem reasonable to you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The thought was enough to make my ass tingle in anticipation of what was about to happen.

  When he told me to bend over the table, I did so at once, thinking of what I wanted him to do to me. It was wrong, it was completely wrong, but it didn’t stop me wanting it. He bound my hands in place, tying them to the table legs before doing the same to my ankles, leaving me trapped in place.

  I couldn’t stop it now even if I wanted to. I was completely in his control. He slid a blindfold over my eyes, his fingers lingering on my face as he brushed my cheek while I could see nothing at all. Then I heard him moving behind me. There was the rustle of clothing but I had no idea what he was doing. My pussy throbbed with desire, I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. I wanted him in me more than anything in the world.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth by my ear. His chest. I could feel his skin. He’d taken his top off. I felt like jelly, without the table under me, I’d have collapsed to the floor at the thought of what he looked like. “Y…yes,” I managed to get out after several attempts at speaking. “Yes, Sir.”

  “We agreed a dozen, did we not?” His body wasn’t pressed against mine anymore and I yearned for it to return.

  “Yes, Sir.” I had barely got the words out before his hand was on my ass, slapping down so hard I could only gasp as the sting of the blow ran deep into me. He spanked me again and the heat inside me grew, making every part of me tingle with the sensation, my nerves on fire.

  After two more blows, he let his hand remain on my ass. I wanted to push back against him but the restraints prevented me from moving more than a few inches in any direction. His hand slid lower and I silently screamed for him to touch my pussy. All control went out the window, I didn’t care about the rules, I just needed the burning itch inside me to be soothed by his hand.

  He brushed over the top of my thigh. Surely, he could feel how wet I was? He kept his hand perfectly still and I froze, urging him with my mind, shifting my hips until he was touching my soft folds. A moan escaped my lips and as it did so, he moved on, stroking my clit just enough to make my desire unbearable.

  I heard his belt jangle and then he moved away. I was left throbbing with need as he whispered, “Not now.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he replied after a lengthy silence. I heard him moving again and then he was behind me, his hand stroking my ass once more, moving between my legs, teasing my clit until I was about to beg him to fuck me, my insides aching to be filled by his cock. There was the jangle of his belt again and then a thud of clothing hitting the floor. Was he naked?

  More movement and the next thing I knew, his hands were on my face, lifting it until I felt something brush my cheek. It took me a second to work out what it was and then I grinned.

  “Open your mouth,” he said.

  I did as he commanded and I was rewarded a second later by his cock sliding between my lips. The heat of it made me want him all the more, a warmth like no other as it slid over my tongue until I was choking on his length. He gripped my head, holding himself inside me for so long I thought I might pass out. Then he slid free, letting me take a deep gasping breath before sliding into me again, this time thrusting back and forth, using my mouth for his pleasure. I could do nothing but let him and the sensation of that was incredible.

  All too soon, he stopped, sliding the tip of his cock over my lips before moving away from me, leaving me to catch my breath just in time for another spank to land on my ass.

  “I’ve got to fuck you,” he said, his hand sliding to my clit again. “Any objections this time?”

  “Fuck me,” I muttered, not caring about the rules any longer. All I cared about was him and that cock of his. I wanted hi
m in me, I needed it and nothing else mattered anymore.

  EIGHT

  The sensation of her tongue on my cock was incredible. But that was nothing compared to being inside her. I stood behind her, holding onto her hips, listening to her fight against her bonds, trying to push herself back onto me. It felt good to tease her, despite my burning need to thrust into her pussy.

  I managed to resist, running the tip of my cock between her buttocks, sliding it down until I felt her wetness coat my shaft. She let out a moan of readiness and I acted as if I was going to enter her, gripping myself and stroking around her entrance. Then just as I thrust forwards, I moved up, sliding between her buttocks again, drawing a growl of frustration out of her.

  “Fuck me, Sir,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”

  “Patience, my princess,” I replied, stepping back and slapping her ass with my hand. “You’re not in charge around here.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she muttered as I spanked her again. “Forgive me.”

  “I do,” I said, stroking between her legs with my hand, finding her clit and teasing it, feeling the heat of it, the hardness, the wetness pouring out of her. My cock throbbed in response as I lowered myself to my knees, dipping my tongue into her, making her gasp in surprise as I explored inside her pussy with my tongue, my nostrils assailed by the sweet scent of her.

  I stared closely at the most intimate parts of her body, spreading her buttocks with my hands, moving my tongue up to flick over her tight little hole, drawing more moans of desire from her as her frustration boiled over. “Please, Sir,” she muttered. “I need you in me.”

  “But you told me we weren’t allowed to fuck,” I said, standing up and stroking her clit with the tip of my cock. “You told me it was against the rules.”