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 nearl
y 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.’
Paolo grimaced as his hands involuntarily protected his own soft tissues.
Hayley knew she wouldn’t be sitting down for a while without applying ice to another part of her anatomy. She just needed to go home, take a really hot shower to get the smell of that excuse of a man off her skin, and sleep off the thumping headache developing behind her eyeballs. It took a long time to convince the team that she would be fine to drive herself home and that they could get off home too and not worry about her. She even had to sit torturously in her office chair to pretend she’d recovered sufficiently.
Frankly, she was relieved when the last of them left. Popping a couple of painkillers, Hayley took a little time to go over the events of the night in her mind. It was important to come to terms with everything. She wasn’t a victim here. She would never think about herself like that again. But it had been one of her toughest assignments.
Satisfied that the precious digital recording was backed up securely on an external server, and the original well protected in the safe, Hayley looked at herself in the mirror, just as she had done at the start of the evening.
No longer did she look the sexy little rock chick whore. She looked tired and beaten. She wondered for a second what Reuben would think if he saw her like this. Not that he ever would. She would never share this life with him. No man would understand it.
Hayley caught herself mid-thought. It was none of his business anyway. Just because they had a healthy sex life, and now had a sort of understanding as friends, didn’t mean it wo
uld ever be anything more. That life and this one would never cross over.
The thought made her feel bone-achingly weary. It would be so good to rest securely in Reuben’s arms right now; to let him caress and soothe her pain away. But this wasn’t his problem, and Hayley’s career as a PI was none of his business.
She jumped in her car after locking the compound, determined that tonight, for sure, she’d go the long way home. She drove up the street in the opposite direction to the gym.
Across the street, sitting with an old friend from college in the window of a local bar, Reuben took a long draught of his ice-cold beer. Hayley had made it clear that she wouldn’t be by for a day or two, so he had locked up early and gone out for a drink with the guys.
He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. It was definitely Hayley’s car going up the road. But it certainly didn’t look like Hayley at the wheel. Except it did.
She had big, messy hair, not the sleek ponytail that Hayley usually wore. Her face was caked in cosmetics. Huge, dark eyes. Lashings of thick, black mascara. Tons of false lashes too, if he knew anything about it. And she looked like she’d been crying, her make-up all streaked everywhere. Except Hayley didn’t wear much make-up. She preferred the natural look.
That girl looked like a – He didn’t even want to think it. It couldn’t have been Hayley. Just another girl with the same car. Travelling up the same street, at about the same time of night that Hayley often did. He scrubbed a hand over his face. It was none of his business. And she wouldn’t thank him if he tried to make it his business either.
Yet he thought for a moment – hell, he was certain. That girl had a real black eye. Swollen too. Someone had hit her. He found himself getting riled and protective, even knowing that Hayley would be mad at him if he tried to interfere. If anyone ever hurt Hayley, the way they’d hurt that poor girl, he would rip their head off their shoulders. He knew it for a fact. And what did that tell him? He was just one of the good guys? Or that he really cared about Hayley? Really cared.
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