Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 185: Punishment Fits the Crime? [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

[Suggested song for this Chapter: Babydoll by Dominic Fike]

"A...Alton?" she said nervously, backing away from him.

"So now you know to be scared do you, babydoll? It’s way too late for that," his eyes glinted with evil intent.

He spread his arms wide, preventing her from running in either direction in the small room.

She certainly wasn’t planning to run out of the room dressed only in her towel!

She turned and fled for the ensuite, planning to run inside and lock the door until he had cooled down.

"Uh, uh, no you don’t," he sprang after her.

She shrieked as she dashed for the bathroom door, her hair wrap falling off as she ran and her long damp hair falling down her back.

Alton grabbed the tail of her towel and yanked it, leaving her naked, as he muscled his way in front of the ensuite door and closed it, tipping a chair in front of it to make her escape even harder.

She wrapped one arm across her breasts and used the other to hide her honeypot from his eyes.

He laughed loudly. "That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you show an ounce of modesty. Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that between us?"

She drew herself upright, pulling her shoulders back proudly.

"I haven’t done anything to be ashamed of," she said cooly to him. When all else fails, bluff! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Is that why you’re covering yourself instead of flaunting your assets for the first time?" he unkindly pointed out.

It was difficult to maintain your dignity when you were naked, she suddenly found.

"Hmmph!" she huffed. "Pass me back my towel please!" she said peremptorily.

"As if!" he snorted.

He lifted the towel with his steel-capped work boot and kicked it to the other side of the room.

She turned and sprinted for her towel, trying to catch it before it hit the ground.

Unfortunately, this seemed like exactly what Alton had been waiting for. Like a cat waiting for the mouse to run, he shot after her and crash tackled her onto the bed.

"Oomph!" he knocked the air from her lungs as he pounced on her back, pressing her into the mattress.

"Gotcha!" he crowed. "And in the perfect position for me to punish you for that little list of torture methods you came up with for me. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours," he tapped her head with his index finger.

"Ow!" she complained, plastering her hands over the spot to protect it.

She could hear him undoing a stud as he pulled a tool from his toolbelt.

She started to struggle, but he used his much larger bulk to keep her pinned to the bed, facedown.

"No use struggling," he drawled. "Just like you came up with that list and carried out your little plans for me over a long period of time, I’ve been working on this plan since I found your list."

He sounded overly delighted with himself; she thought with trepidation.

"Alton," she said breathily, using her cutesy voice, "you’re too heavy. You’re crushing me," she turned her head and fluttered her eyes at him, and he moved a fraction.

She immediately crawled as hard as she could for the other side of the bed, but he lay back down on her back with his whole body, pressing her back into the mattress.

"Still going with the coquetry even now? The punishment just went up a notch. And now I know I can’t trust you."

He pulled a soft rope from his tool belt and grabbed her wrists. The rope was already knotted, and he slipped her hands though the loop and tied it to the bed post, drawing it tight with a pre-prepared slip knot.

She squealed as the knot slid tight, tightening even more the harder she pulled.

"Don’t struggle baby girl, the knot will get painful if you pull too hard on it."

"Alton, what are you planning to do to me?" she cried, her eyes wide, twisting and turning as she tried to see him, but it was difficult with her hands secured to the bed.

"Nothing you won’t like, babydoll," he drawled, drawing a lazy finger down her ribs and hips, until she shivered.

She pressed her legs tightly together, having a fair idea of where this was heading.

Alton laughed, "nice try!"

He slipped his pinkie finger between her thighs, where he wriggled it up to her honeypot, like an insidious little worm, despite her using all of the strength in her thighs to keep him out.

The evil pinkie moved unerringly to stroke her pleasure zone, which even she acknowledged now was ’overly sensitive’.

She moaned and stopped struggling, relaxing her legs entirely as he moved them apart to give himself easier access to her pussy.

"I thought you were fighting to keep me out?" he teased her, all the while tormenting that little Achilles heel of hers between her legs.

Her eyes were already closed, and she had stopped struggling, as she slipped into a pleasured haze.

"Changed my mind..." she purred dreamily.

"You change your mind so fast I get whiplash," he smiled to himself.

She didn’t hear the next stud being unfastened on his toolbelt, as she drowned in the building pleasure his pinkie finger was so effectively administering.

That was until she felt the sudden withdrawal of his finger and a sharply stinging smack on her ass.

She gasped in pain. "A...Alton, what was that for?" she pouted.

"What was that for?" he asked, incredulous. "You still need to ask that, little minx?"

The next blow was slightly gentler, but it landed half across her ass and just the tip between her legs, where the mixture of pleasure and pain forced a high-pitched moan from her.

"You like that? I rather thought you might," he said wickedly. "You might wonder how I knew?"

It was a rhetorical question, not meant for her to answer.

"You reaction to being whipped with the cat-o-nine tails was the tell," he told her.

The next blow fell across her ass cheeks, and she squealed at the pure stinging pain.

"I found this tool at the hardware store. It’s aptly called a slapper spoon in case you’re wondering," he said conversationally.

Before she could reply that she didn’t care and could he stop spanking her with it, he brought down the next blow, staying his hand and using the ’spoon’ to lightly flick between her legs, immediately killing any desire she had to object.

"It’s used to smooth out dents in metal, but as soon as I saw it, I knew the slapper had a useful dual purpose. What do you think? Was I clever?"

He flicked the slapper between her legs again, and she dreamily nodded her agreement with whatever he was saying to her. It was a yes from her... A big yes!