The Honey Trap: A BDSM Alpha Romance

by Lucy Wild

  It was a tricky bit of water if you didn’t know what you were doing. The beach sloped down into deep water from the mainland but then about two hundred yards from the island there was a sudden rise, a sandbar which at its edge was topped by rocks. I’d scraped the boat on it a couple of times in my youth before getting to grips with its location and she was heading straight for it.

  I was at the edge of the jetty when she reached it. I shouted, waving in her direction, doing my best to warn her. She looked my way but she didn’t seem to respond.

  Then she went over. A couple of the big waves caught her and the kayak just tipped.

  I thought she’d right herself but she didn’t. Her boat stayed upside down. Why wasn’t her life jacket bringing her back to the surface?

  I didn’t wait any longer. I had to make a spilt second decision. Untie the boat and get it started or swim out to her? It was near enough for swimming to be the better option. By the time I got the engine on the go, she’d have long drowned.

  I kicked off my boots, throwing my jumper to one side as I leapt off the jetty. I swam hard, ignoring the cold of the water, getting to the kayak in under a minute. I was sure it was too long though. She couldn’t have survived.

  I took a deep breath before diving down, I saw the problem at once, the strap of her helmet had caught on the rock. Her eyes were closed and she was rocking back and forth in place, her arms floating free.

  I got my finger to the strap, tugging it free away, shoving her upwards, the life jacket doing the rest of the work. She shot towards the blue, leaving me to follow. Another second and she was up. I surfaced beside her, looking for her oar. It was nowhere to be seen.

  It wasn’t easy getting her to shore and I kept picturing the seconds slipping away. “Stay with me,” I shouted, hoping I wasn’t too late. I had to kick hard, working against the waves until I was in the relative shelter of the bay. I was worn out but I couldn’t stop yet, I had to reach either the jetty or the shoreline. I aimed for the jetty but the tide pushed me off to the side. By the time I could stand in the shallows, I was exhausted but I had more to do. She was slumped to one side in the kayak. I was sure she was dead.

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  THREE - JOY

  I WOKE UP TO a man kissing me. In the normal run of things, that might be a pleasant way to end a deep sleep. It had been a long time since it had happened, being woken with a kiss. Two things prevented me from enjoying it. One, I had no idea who the man was who was kissing me. Two, I had a lungful of water that came spurting out of my throat an instant later and sprayed all over his face.

  “Get off me,” I tried to say, pushing his arms away. I was being attacked. He’d kidnapped me and I was being attacked. I fought him off, shoving at his hands as he tried to get hold of me.

  I blinked, the sky fading as I lost consciousness again. I felt myself coughing and heard a deep voice saying something but I couldn’t figure out the words, it was too hard. Then there was nothing for I don’t know how long.

  I woke up a second time to find myself floating. No, not floating. I was being carried. That was it.

  I looked up. It was the same man. He was carrying me across the grass. Where was he taking me?

  “What’s going on?” I asked, surprised by how weak my voice sounded.

  “Don’t try to talk,” he replied, looking down at me. I was blown away by how rugged he was. When he turned his eyes down to me, it was like being noticed by a God. He didn’t seem to struggle with the weight of me at all, though his features were set hard as he kicked open a door and then I was out of the open air.

  “Sit there,” he said. “I’ll get the fire going. It’ll be faster than the heating.”

  I was wearing a life jacket. Why was I wearing a life jacket? Where was I?

  I watched him go before my eyes closed again. It came back to me slowly as I lay there shivering, my head slumping down on the sofa.

  I had been kayaking. In a flash, I was in the water again, my head once more catching on the rock. I’d come to on the beach. I could feel the sand under my fingers. What had happened there? He’d given me the kiss of life. That was it. That would explain why I spat water into his face. But what had I done? Something bad?

  I’d pushed him away. I’d thought he was attacking me. Then nothing, then carried into here. Where was here? It was the lighthouse. I was on Coquet island and he had to be the man I’d seen waving on the shore.

  He reappeared in the doorway a second later with a bundle of kindling. Shoving it into the fireplace, he set it alight swiftly, confidently. He’d clearly done it many times in his life.

  When he turned around to face me, I was again taken by how good he looked. He pulled off his top as he faced me. “Soaking wet,” he explained, slipping his socks off a second later. “So are you.”

  I couldn’t speak. I was staring at the broad muscles on his chest, those wide shoulders, the thick arms of his, the ones that had carried me out of the water. “You saved my life,” I muttered. “Thank you.”

  “Buy me a coffee sometime,” he replied. “Now we need to get you into some dry clothes. You were in the water too long.”

  My wetsuit was great at keeping me warm when I was in the water but sitting there dripping on his sofa, I realised just how cold I was. My teeth had begun chattering and I hadn’t even noticed. I reached behind me for the zip but my fingers wouldn’t work.

  “Do you need a hand?” he asked, walking over.

  “Have you got anything for me to change into?” I asked, trying not to look at the top of his wet jeans as the weight of them tugged them towards his hips. Suddenly I felt shaky and not because of the cold. I knew what was inside there. I could picture it, as big as he was, as hard as he clearly was. I felt as if he were towering over me, like he could toss me up into the air or over his shoulder and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

  He was so fucking handsome, it was impossible to see anything else but him. He had a touch of stubble on his chin, broad cheeks, the sea water had done little to damage his hair, it sat perfectly tousled above his dark brown eyes. His expression was one of concern but I caught a twinkle in the corner of his lips, as if my plight amused him.

  “There might be something in one of the lockers. If not I’ve got a change on the boat you can have.”

  He left the room and a second later I heard the clang of a metal door opening. He came back in carrying a bright orange boiler suit. “It’s this or a tea towel,” he said as he saw my expression.

  “Could you give me a second?” I asked, taking the boiler suit from him.

  “Sure, I’ll be out here,” he replied, leaving the room once again.

  I tried my best to get the wetsuit off but my arms were too weak, my fingers refusing to respond. “All right in there?” he shouted as I swore to myself.

  “I need help,” I admitted.

  He pushed the door open and I gasped. He had taken his jeans off and was only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. They were soaked to his skin, giving me a perfect outline of his cock. My insides tingled at the sight.

  “Come on,” he said, walking over as I forced myself to look away from his crotch. “Let’s get you changed.”

  He stood me up and I faced the fire, not that it was warm yet. I felt his hands on the back of my neck and I almost melted into the floor. Then he slid my wetsuit from my shoulders.

  FOUR - RICH

  MY INTENTIONS WERE HONORABLE, at least at first. I was only thinking about getting out of my wet things and doing the same for her.

  When I’d pressed my lips to hers and breathed air into her lungs, I didn’t expect it to do any good. I thought she was too far gone. But she surprised me. She was a fighter. That much was clear from the strength of her shove when she tried to push me off her the second she regained consciousness.

  I was so relieved, I didn’t react at first, the salt water dripping from my face as her eyes closed again. I thought I’d lost her but then
I saw her chest steadily rise and fall.

  I knew I needed to get her somewhere warm. Picking her up, she was light as a feather, her eyes briefly opening to ask me what was happening before closing once again.

  Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she looked. As the adrenaline from my swim started to slowly fade, I was better able to think. It didn’t help. It meant I could stare at her and my body could react in the way it wanted.

  The wetsuit clung to her every curve and it had been cut a little on her chest, a gap revealing a hint of her breast. I did my best not to look, my cock already getting hard at the sight.

  When she was settled on the sofa, I did my best not to look at her any longer, it was already getting difficult not to tear that wetsuit off her, throw her legs open, dive between them and taste…

  I concentrated on getting the fire going. Once it was sorted, I realised how cold I had become so I threw my top to one side before kicking off my socks.

  I liked how she looked at me when she saw me topless. She looked scared and hungry at the same time, like she was afraid of how much she liked the sight. Another day and I might have happily fucked her but I needed to keep in control, make sure she was all right first. That was the priority.

  I left her to undress, peeling off my trousers ready to go and stand outside, let the sun dry me. There was no one else around, I could have stood naked and enjoyed the warmth. But just as I was about to slip off my boxers, she called me back in. I only hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell how hard she was making me.

  I crossed the room and the look in her eyes took me beyond the point of self control. I stood behind her, peeling the wetsuit from her shoulders, looking at her back as it was unveiled.

  When it reached her hips, I knelt down, peeling it lower, staring at her ass. She was naked underneath and I kept looking at those pert cheeks of hers as even as the wetsuit reached the floor and she stepped out of it. For the briefest moment, I had a flash of her pussy and my cock twitched in response to the view. I ached to be in her.

  Standing up again, I knew I should walk away, let her get dressed. Instead, I turned her around to face me. She glanced down, seeing how hard I was, the tent pole in the front of my boxers hiding nothing. She looked up again, staring into my eyes.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly.

  “I need to get out of these wet things,” I replied. She didn’t move.

  She continued to look into my eyes as I leaned down, sliding my boxers to my ankles. As I kicked them off, the tip of me brushed against her hip and I took in a sharp breath.

  We were both totally naked, facing each other as the fire began to snap in the grate, the heat reaching out into the room at last.

  I looked deep into her eyes, seeing in them what I felt inside me. I didn’t hesitate. There was no need. I leaned forwards, wrapping my arms around her, my cock pressing against her stomach. Dipping my neck, I brought my lips to hers, plunging my tongue straight into her mouth, gripping her tightly.

  She was tentative at first but then her tongue entwined with mine, darting forwards, then back. It was a kiss like none I’d ever encountered, the taste of salt still in her mouth. Her lips felt soft and warm, though my body was more aware of the hardness of her nipples against me.

  I slid my hands slowly down her back, finding her buttocks, caressing them softly as she continued to embrace me.

  I pulled back, looking down at her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her again before she could speak. Something about this felt absolutely perfect.

  Her eyes closed as we stumbled backwards until I fell onto the sofa, her landing on my lap. My cock was between her legs, rubbing in place as she squirmed above me, her knees wide apart, her ankles sliding around my back.

  I held her against me, kissing her again and again, loving the feel of her skin against mine, my cock yearning to be in her. Not yet, I thought. First I wanted to taste her.

  I didn’t get chance. She lowered herself down me, kissing my chest as she went. I twitched with desire as her tongue stuck out and flicked over the head of my cock. She did it again. “Don’t tease,” I growled.

  She looked up with a smile on her face, fixing her eyes on mine as she slid me into her mouth. I watched my shaft vanish past her lips and the warmth of her touch made me twitch again.

  I moaned as she sucked on my length, burying my in her throat so far I was certain she’d gag. She let out a stifled cough as she pulled herself free, letting her tongue glide down over my shaft. “Come here,” I said, grabbing hold of her. “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to have you.”

  FIVE - JOY

  THE WAY HE SAID it made me all the hotter. Already, the cold water of the ocean was forgotten, even with the noise of the waves reaching in from outside. It was a distant symphony that accompanied what we did.

  I had never been one for flings with strangers. It had always been a fantasy of mine to sleep with someone I didn’t know, to just do it and then never see each other again. But this wasn’t anything like my quiet daydreams, the stories I told myself when I was alone in bed late at night. This was real.

  He was real. He wasn’t a stranger either. I didn’t even know his name but somehow I felt like I knew him, like I’d always known him. He knew intuitively which parts of me to touch the most, how much pressure to apply when his hand slid between my legs, the right way to kiss me, passionate, aggressive, then soft. He knew what my soul wanted.

  And then there was what stuck out from between his legs. It was huge and it tasted wonderful, filling my mouth, making me want him all the more.

  When he stripped out of his boxers my jaw almost dropped at the sight of his cock swaying in the air as he moved, then hot and burning against my skin. I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t say no. All I could do was melt and let him take me.

  Take me he did. He grabbed me, shoving me over the sofa, my ass pointed towards him. I looked back in time to see his expression change as he entered me. At first, I thought he was too big but then he was in and I let out a gasp of shocked delight.

  He stayed in place, perfectly still, filling me completely as he leaned down and stroked my clit between my legs. I shuddered, muttering, “fuck me,” but he ignored my request, teasing me for almost a minute until I was out of my mind with desire. Then he pulled back, sliding the tip right to my entrance before standing still, not moving an inch.

  I had no choice but to rock back onto him, wanting him deeper, needing that fullness to return. He let me move, waiting in place as I gradually sped up, shoving back against him.

  As I felt my orgasm getting closer, he pulled out, leaving me growling as he lay on his back on the floor, dragging me onto him.

  I straddled his hips, plunging down onto his length, feeling it glide all the way into me. I started grinding in place, slowly raising myself with each motion until he held his hands up in the air. I gripped his fingers with my own, using him to balance as I bounced on his shaft, bringing forth the orgasm he’d so deviously prevented from reaching me.

  As I slammed down with my mouth open, my body seemed to burst with pleasure. It came from his cock, spreading to my clit, then racing through my body. “I’m coming!” I managed to cry as it happened but then I could say nothing, only pant for breath as I shook in place over him.

  When it slowly faded, he rolled with me, twisting on the carpet until he was looming over me, my legs spread wide, his eyes fixed on my pussy, a smile on his lips. “You look incredible,” he said as he slid into me again, watching his shaft vanish from view.

  I ran my hands over his chest, filling the chiselled muscles while he began to thrust faster. “I’m going to come,” he said after only a few thrusts.

  “Do it,” I said. He looked unsure so I muttered, “Birth control.”

  I thought it might shatter the moment but instead he picked up speed, clearly reassured, his mind at rest. It was a sign of how suddenly everything had happened. That was a conversation we should have had before we
began, whether it burst the mood bubble or not. But it hadn’t even occurred to me until that moment. That wasn’t like me. None of this was like me.

  All I wanted was to feel it happen. I pleaded with him to come, wanting it, needing it. I felt another climax growing inside me and it hit me just before he came. He slammed into me as my body twitched with delight and I felt him spurt hotness deep inside me. I grabbed him, pulling him down, letting his tongue glide into my mouth as I panted away the last of my own climax.

  He remained there for a long time but finally he slid free, lifting me upwards, leading me to the sofa where I leaned against him, my whole body still tingling, the heat of the fire suddenly overwhelming.

  “That was perfect,” he said, kissing the side of my face. “As are you.”

  “I’m pretty far from perfect,” I replied. “I can’t even sea kayak without nearly drowning.”

  “We wouldn’t have met otherwise.”

  I was silent for a moment before something occurred to me. “Where is my kayak by the way?”

  “Down on the beach, why?”

  “It had my stuff in it.”

  “Not anymore. It was empty, I checked.”

  “Great,” I said, groaning at the thought of what I was going to have to do. Replace the car key, new mobile, new bank cards. Brilliant.

  “What was in there?” he asked, stroking my hair slowly.

  I told him and he sat upright. “That’s a bit of a pisser.”

  “You’re telling me. How am I supposed to get home without a car key?”

  “Well if you can wait until I’m done here, I can give you a lift.”

  “What are you doing here? Buffing the lightbulb?”

  “Fixing it actually.”

  “So you’re an engineer?”

  “Of sorts. I fix things.”

  “You fixed me,” I said as I ran my hand along his bicep.

  “Happy to,” he replied. “You stay there and I’ll go see how things are going.”

  He got up, gathering his wet clothes as he went. I stared at his body, still amazed by what had just happened. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of person to sleep with someone I’d just met. Four date minimum for me. But with him, I didn’t even mind sitting naked, or having him strip me, or ride him while watching him writhe underneath me, feel his cock jerking inside my pussy. What was it about him? Something special? I shook my head, don’t think that way. It wasn’t special to him. That much was obvious. He was already back in work mode.