The Honey Trap: A BDSM Alpha Romance

by Lucy Wild

  “I think so. Mickey Trent rang me this morning.”

  “Who?”

  “The guy who owns the place. He rang to warn me not to close him down, thought I was working with my father, told me he’d worked out who I was, and who you were. He thinks we’re all in it together.”

  “He does?”

  I nodded. “He does. He told me something about my father, something I didn’t want to know.”

  A voice spoke up from the hallway. “What did he tell you?”

  It was my father. He’d come home so quietly, I hadn’t even noticed. He appeared in the doorway, looking in at the two of us. “Carry on, Kathryn,” he said, his voice cold. “What did Mickey tell you?”

  “Is it true?” I asked him, watching his face closely.

  His eyes flickered. “Whatever he told you is a lie.”

  “So you didn’t lose your membership for being too violent to the subs in there?”

  “Of course not,” he said, his smile too forced.

  “He says he has proof.”

  “What?” he asked, staggering backwards.

  “Says he has cameras in all the back rooms.”

  “That bastard,” he said through gritted teeth. “I knew I couldn’t trust that son of a bitch.”

  “So it is true?”

  He held his hands up in supplication. “It’s not how it seems, Kathryn. I’m not who I was then. I want to do the right thing. Close the place before it corrupts you too.” He turned to Nate. “You were supposed to help me with that.”

  “I changed my mind,” Nate said, getting to his feet. “And I need to talk to you about that.”

  “Not now,” I snapped, waving for him to sit back down. “Dad, I want you to stop this talk about closing The Honey Trap.”

  “What? You’re telling me what to do? My own daughter is giving me commands?”

  I nodded. “You leave the place alone. They’re not doing anyone any harm. Not since you were thrown out anyway.”

  “It has corrupted you,” he hissed. “I knew it would. You’re not my daughter anymore. I don’t even know you.”

  I shrugged. “I guess that makes two of us.”

  I stood up and crossed to the sofa, motioning for Nate to stand. When he did so, I took his hand and turned to face my father. “And there’s something else you should know.”

  “What?” he asked, staring down at our clasped hands. “Don’t tell me…no, I can’t take it.” He clutched at his chest, his face turning red.

  “Dad?” I said, watching as he staggered back, crashing into the cabinet by the door. He slumped downwards, his face almost purple. “Dad?”

  “I have no daughter,” he said in the faintest of whispers, sweat beading on his forehead.

  “Call an ambulance,” I said to Nate. “Go!”

  I knelt beside my father, the man who’d just disowned me. I stroked his forehead as his eyes remained fixed on the far wall. I could hear Nate talking on the phone but his voice sounded very far away. Everything seemed very far away.

  EPILOGUE

  Six months later

  I looked at her as she stripped out of her clothes. I’d lost count of how many times we’d done this but I was still captivated by the sight. She had such a flawless body, every curve drew my eye, made me want her more.

  It felt strange being back in the club. The talk of closing the place down had died away as quickly as Ernest’s career. Retired to spend time with his family was the line. It was a joke of course. He was barely out of hospital before Kathryn had moved into her own place. She had been to see him a couple of times while he was recovering from his heart attack but he wanted nothing to do with her. It was awful to meet up with her after her attempts at reconciliation had been rebuffed. She was furious with him but he was still her father. She was willing to let the past go, unlike him.

  As time passed, it became easier for her to forget about him. She spent more time with me, the two of us hanging out together. We even got to know Mickey. It turned out he’d made it up about the cameras, freely admitting it was a bluff when I rang him while Waterman was still in hospital. “I can barely work out how to use my phone,” he told me. “You think I could get hidden cameras on the go in all the rooms. Feel free to have a look. I’ve got nothing to hide. Unlike him.”

  It turned out he knew all about Ernest because of what the subs had told him. “I had to take his membership off him,” he said, shaking his head as if he regretted it. “I didn’t want to but he left me no choice. Much longer and he’d have done some real damage. He told me he’d get his own back one day. I guessed something like this would happen. Believe me though, I never wanted him to have a heart attack over it.”

  It all worked out in the end. Mickey could relax, Ernest was out of politics, shuffling about the echoing halls of an empty house, alone and miserable. I was working for the opposition, though in a far more minor role than before, one that left me a lot of free time, something I wasn’t really used to.

  I used it wisely, getting to know Kathryn. Everything I found out about her made me like her more. Especially the way she was willing to become my Sub even after quitting working for The Honey Trap. “It wouldn’t feel right,” she explained when she told me of her decision. “Besides, Mickey would get pissed off if I kept refusing the other Doms.”

  I was glad. It meant we got to spend even more time together until finally, she decided it was time for us to go back. “As a couple,” she explained. “Not as some undercover asshole and his unwitting victim.”

  “You’re still mad about that?” I replied.

  “A little bit,” she said with a grin. “Lucky I’m the forgiving sort, isn’t it? Shall we go?”

  Mickey welcomed us both with a nod before turning back to the bar. I led the way through the crowded place into our private room, closing the door behind me before turning to Kathryn, my princess.

  “On your knees,” I said, already undoing my trousers. She did as I commanded and a second later, I had my cock in her mouth, feeling it stiffen as her tongue expertly flicked over it in the way she knew I loved. I held onto her head, pushing myself to the back of her throat, loving the sensation of her hot breath on me. She gagged briefly before I pulled free, letting her gasp for air before grabbing her, lifting her up and bending her over the table.

  I yanked her panties down before she had time to react, groping her ass, leaning down and crushing her under my body. “You are so fucking sexy,” I said, reaching between her legs, finding her already wet. “And you’re all mine.”

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

  “Patience,” I said with a grin, her hips grinding back against me. I ran my cock between her buttocks, teasing her in the way that drove her wild. “Strip,” I ordered, stepping back and undoing my shirt.

  I watched her undress, wanting her more than ever. “You look incredible,” I said, pouncing on her seconds later. I lifted her onto me, lowering myself onto my back, impaling her on my cock, watching it vanish up inside her. She rode me fast, grinding down on my length, her wetness making it glisten in the light. When I saw she was on the verge of an orgasm, I grabbed her, rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs wide and thrusting deep into her, my hand on her clit, stroking it in time with the rhythm of my hips.

  She opened her mouth in a silent scream as her climax drew near and just as it was about to hit, I kissed her, breathing in her essence, exploring her mouth with my tongue, feeling her orgasm shaking her body, her scream softened by my embrace. Only when the contractions of her pussy had eased away did I begin thrusting again, staring into her eyes, continuing to kiss her. “Come in me,” she muttered between kisses, her nails clawing at my back. “I need it inside me.”

  “Here it comes, my princess,” I replied, ramming harder into her before burying myself all the way inside , feeling my cock twitch as my orgasm tore through me, cum spurting out and filling her pussy.

  “Thank you,” she gasped, wrapping her
legs round my back. “Thank you, Sir.”

  That was how it was for the next week. We spent our days together, me working from home which meant I could type on the laptop while she knelt between my legs and teased the hell out of me. The nights were spent at the club, getting to know each other’s bodies even better. At the end of the week, I was snuggled next to her in my bed, my arm wrapped round her as she grinned, her face still aglow with her most recent climax. “I love you,” I whispered in her ear.

  “And I love you,” she replied, kissing my cheek. “Even if you are an undercover asshole.”

  “You want undercover?” I said, sliding down until the blankets were over my head. “You get undercover.” I spread her legs and found her pussy, listening to the gasp of surprise far above me as I began to kiss her clit. This was the kind of undercover I could happily carry out for the rest of my life.

  THE END

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  MY MOUNTAIN MAN AND ME

  I fell out of my boat and into his arms…

  Joy: I almost drowned when my kayak capsized, sending me plunging into the icy cold water. It was worth it when a handsome stranger rescued me, especially when I find out how badly he wants me.

  The way he looks at me, the hunger in his eyes when we sit together on his island, my body is melting with desire for him-but does he just want a quick fling?

  Rich: I didn’t have a choice when I saw her drowning. I had to rescue her. Now she’s here, I’m not letting her go any time soon. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

  But will she still want me when she learns the truth about who I really am?

  ONE - JOY

  IT WAS JUST ME and the water. I held the oar loose, letting the tide nudge the kayak along, enjoying cutting through the deep blue, the ocean my friend, buffeting me slowly along the coast. I never saw the wave coming.

  It was my first time kayaking along the seashore at Amble. I’d spent months on the river and naively assumed that meant I’d be fine setting out to sea for the first time. I was wrong.

  It all went smoothly enough at first. I had parked the car up at the end of the road, beside a rusty old camper van and a mountain bike, both next to the steel barrier that barred access for vehicles. Drive any further and you’d be in the sea.

  I stood by the barrier, looking down at the golden sand and the sparkling light that played across the azure blue ocean. The waves were almost non existent, the wind barely enough to make the dune grass rustle at my feet. It was a perfect day for my first attempt.

  I unloaded the kayak from the top of the car and hefted it onto my shoulder. Once I’d got that down to the shoreline, I returned for my bag. Inside was my phone, purse, car key, and emergency flare, not that I thought I’d need it on a day so calm.

  My plan was to follow the shoreline between the mainland and Coquet Island, situated about a mile off the coast. From where I stood on the beach, I could see the island. It was barely a quarter of a mile long. There was a lighthouse with someone just visible walking out of it. Next to that was a clump of trees and a few walls. Not much to describe but beautiful to look at. I’d long said this would be my first destination when I felt brave enough to head out to sea.

  I got cocky. That was why it went wrong. Afterwards, as I shivered from head to foot and tried not to pass out from the blow to my head, I ran over what had happened, the parts I could remember anyway. I shouldn’t have gone so far from the shore on my first time out to sea, I shouldn’t have ignored the growing wind, I should have told someone where I was going. But it had all been a bit spur of the moment.

  I’d managed to land myself a new job and it was likely to be pretty full on when it began. I knew this could be my last chance for a while and with the summer coming to an end, the weather was only likely to get worse. I had reasoned that if I didn’t get out to sea at least once before starting on my epic career as a conservation trust admin assistant, I might not get chance until next summer and that seemed a very long time away.

  So Saturday morning, before anyone was up in my house, I was loading the car to make the drive towards Amble. By the time I got there, the sun was already bright, not a cloud in the sky. I felt blessed. I felt lucky to live in such a beautiful area. There wasn’t another soul to be seen. Whoever owned the camper van and bike were presumably off doing their own thing, same as me.

  The water was cold but I soon got used to it, pushing off away from the beach before turning south west, easing my way deeper out. I had the entire day free so there was no rush. I had two housemates but they were both night owls so they probably wouldn’t even notice I’d gone until the afternoon. I’d left a note for them, just in case.

  The lighthouse looked amazing with the sun behind it and I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone still lived there. I knew that most of them had been automated, run from some central office somewhere. It seemed a shame to me, there was a romance about the place and I felt sad that it might be left empty and unloved. At least one person was there that morning though, heading down towards the tiny beach where a motor boat had been tied up to a jetty. I gave them a little wave but they didn’t seem to notice me.

  Once I’d been rowing for a few minutes, the island didn’t seem as far away and I took that as a sign that the tide was pushing me away from the shore and towards Coquet. I made the stupid decision to try and reach the bay. Maybe the figure I’d seen would let me have a nosy inside if I was nice enough about it.

  I didn’t expect the waves to build, the wind funnelling down the side of the island and rocking my little kayak and me. I tried to turn but managed to get caught on the side of a wave. As I twisted away from it, I made the mistake of glancing over at the island, something had caught my eye and I lost concentration. I rocked hard over another wave, almost tipping but managing to right myself.

  I caught a glimpse of someone on the shore waving at me. They were shouting something but I was too far away to make out what it was. I shifted my oar to try and hit the next wave full on but I wasn’t fast enough. I went over.

  I’d done plenty of Eskimo rolls in my time, I knew how to right myself. I didn’t panic, at least at first.

  But as I tipped, just at the point where I was ready to spin back around and emerge into the air, my head slammed into a rock jutting upwards from the sea bed. Either it was shallower than I’d thought or I was running too close to the island. I was wearing a helmet but the blow was still enough to turn my entire world dark. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a quizzical looking crab scuttling away down the side of the rock, then I saw nothing at all.

  TWO - RICH

  I DON’T LIKE TO think about what might have happened if I hadn’t gone for a swim. If I hadn’t needed to be on Coquet that morning. So many ifs. None of them to the point. I was there and that meant I saw her go under.

  I was out there because there was a glitch in the computer that ran the main light. As I was based in Amble, it made sense to call me. I was out there last night as soon as the news reached me, headlight of the boat illuminating the way as I sailed across from the mainland a little after three in the morning. It felt odd seeing the island without the reassuring sweep of the light passing over the waves, only the bulb on the front of my boat keeping me from losing my way in the dark.

  I got to work straight away, hoping to get things back online quickly. It wasn’t to be and I had to message Trinity House to warn them this was a bigger job that they’d thought.

  They sent out warnings to the coastguard and to any boats in the area while I got to work, trying to fix the battered old processors that ran the place. The whole thing needed upgrading of course but budgets being what they were, it wasn’t likely to happen until the system died completely.

  I’d been working on the problem so long, the s
un came up without me even noticing and an hour after that, I was able to step away, let the rebooting do its thing. I was exhausted, having had to concentrate solidly for so long.

  I knew from experience I had an hour to wait. I decided to have a gentle swim to pass the time, though I got distracted by bird watching on my way out of the door.

  There were huge colonies of puffins and gulls on the island, a consequence of me being the only person to set foot on there. It was pretty relaxing to watch them from time to time, each of them having their own little idiosyncrasies if you observed long enough.

  An hour to go and then I could get back to it. Once the reboot was done, fingers crossed the system would be up and running again. One night without the light was one night too many, no one would be happy if the problem continued into a second.

  I’d have to stay there and run the thing manually if that was the case and I had enough of a backlog of things to be doing. Staying much longer would make my life a hell of a lot more difficult.

  Better that than anyone getting into trouble in the water though. I’d never have guessed it wouldn’t be the dark that would cause a shipwreck, it was in the glorious morning air.

  I first saw her through the binoculars. I was looking out at the puffins on the edge of the island, standing by the kitchen window in the lighthouse, peering out through the glass as they waddled about over by the cliff edge.

  I happened to look her way, seeing her setting off from the shore. I hadn’t seen her kayaking here before and I’d grown used to seeing the regulars. Did she know about the current? I hoped so.

  That question was replaced by another as I looked closer. Did she know how beautiful she looked? I felt something stirring inside me, something I hadn’t felt for a long time. I ignored it, after all, it wasn’t like I was ever going to actually meet her in person. I put the binoculars down, refusing to watch her any longer, it was feeling too much like I was spying on her.

  Leaving the computer to do its thing, I walked out and looked across the bay. She was closer, getting too close to the sandbar in fact.