Spider Game
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“I don’t know if I can take much more,” he said softly.
“You gave me such a gift, Trap. I need to know I can do the same for you.”
He groaned, his cock swelling in his fist. Aching like a bear. He tried to be as gentle as possible, talking to her as honestly as possible. “Baby,” Trap said softly. “I’m trying to give you everything you need. I want that for you. I want to be that for you, but you’re killing me here. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Cayenne’s lashes fluttered. Her palm shaped his ankle, fingers settling around on either side as if she had to hold on to anchor herself. “I’m not certain what you mean.”
He tried to stifle another groan escaping in his spite of his resolve. “I don’t want to come on my gut, honey. I prefer your body or your mouth. I don’t want to be acting like some teenage boy with no control. That’s not going to make much of an impression on you, now is it?”
She swallowed, and the action of her throat sent another groan rumbling up his chest. It wasn’t a big jump to imagine his cock there, her swallowing as he pumped into her mouth. In his fist, he nearly exploded, pulsing, leaking so much that his shaft was slick from the movement of his thumb swiping and drawing the liquid down to coat the spiked steel in his palm.
“You’re making an impression, Trap,” she said softly. “I like the images in your head. Seeing what you’re seeing and sharing the feeling makes my body feel hotter and more out of control. My breasts ache, and inside, something is coiling tight and burning me so that I feel restless and needy just like when you were eating me.”
“That’s exactly how you’re supposed to feel, Cayenne. See? You’re not going to have any problem with this. Untie me now, baby, and let me show you just how good this is.”
She pressed her lips together and then resolutely shook her head. His breath left his lungs in an explosive roar of protest. He almost blew it by moving through the silk. He could move through walls. To rescue her, he’d done that. Silk would be easier, but Cayenne needed to feel in control. Trap imposed a rigid discipline, clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain still, not taking control from her, although he had known all along he could have. This night was hers. Whatever she needed – even if it killed him – and it might.
She moved again, one hand, one knee. Slow. He wasn’t certain his heart could take the way her body undulated, fluid and sexy as she crawled toward him again from the end of the bed. She wedged her knee between his legs. He should have felt vulnerable, but he was a GhostWalker and he had enhancements she wouldn’t know or consider. Or if she did, she didn’t realize just what he could do. Her concentration was fully on his erect cock. Jackhammers tripped in his head. His blood thundered in his ears and rushed through his veins with the force of a fireball. He liked that she was watching so intently. His fist tightened around his shaft. He pumped. Up. Down. A lazy slide, when there was nothing lazy in his mind.
Her other knee joined the one between his legs and he shifted to accommodate her, spreading wider. “What do you plan to do now, baby?”
His voice had gone low. Enticing. Smoldering. She was over the top of his thighs now, her face so close to his cock. Her lips just out of reach. There was no thrusting up, filling her mouth. She was in control, not him. His thighs were spread wide enough to allow her body between his legs. Her hair fell over his skin like a dark waterfall. He swore a thousand fingers danced over his thighs and brushed along his heavy sac.
“I want to taste you. Feel what it’s like to have you in my mouth.”
“You don’t have to take that, Cayenne. I’ll give that to you. But I need to touch you. Get this silk off me.”
She shook her head without looking up. “You want your cock in my mouth. I see it in your mind. You want me sucking you. My hands on you. I’ll give you that, but my way – not yours. I don’t want to be afraid of you, Trap, or of any of the things you want to do to me.”
“So this is an experiment?”
“It’s how I have to learn.”
Another groan escaped, this one deep and hungry. He had to give her this no matter the cost to him. “No biting, babe,” he cautioned, his cock jerking hard in his fist at the thought.
Her gaze jumped back to his cock. A slow smile curved her mouth and lit the green of her eyes. “A little fear can add to the excitement of what we’re doing here.”
She quoted him nearly word for word – threw his words back in his face and left him wondering if she intended to bite him.
“You bite me and there’s going to be all sorts of trouble. I love your ass. I really do. That sweet curve would look good with my handprints on it, all warmed up and nerve endings screaming for more. You’d be so wet for me, baby. Let me up. Let me make you feel good.”
“If that’s supposed to be a deterrent, or a punishment, I have to tell you, Trap, it doesn’t sound like one.” She said it with a small smile on her face, once again leaving him wondering if she intended to bite him.
Yeah. Okay. That made him hotter. That thrill of the unknown. That bite of trepidation. Being at her mercy. He squeezed his fist hard around his cock, needing to feel a bite of his own. He was going to explode without her mouth if she didn’t hurry.
She shook her head, and her palms slid tentatively up his thigh as she settled back on her ankles. Her breasts swayed invitingly. She moved her hands over his muscles slowly. Too slowly. His cock jumped in his fist and spilled more pearly drops. She leaned closer to him, lowering her head until he felt her breath.
“All right, you’re in control, but at least open your thighs so I can see how wet you are for me. I need to know you’re loving what you’re doing.”
She stayed still for a minute and then slowly complied, sitting back on her ankles, allowing her knees to fall apart so he could see the tangle of curls at the junction between her legs, the little dewdrops on the red hourglass.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
Without warning, more silk spun around his wrist and pulled his hand sideways, away from his cock, pinning his arm tighter to the mattress. He swore as her fist replaced his. Her hand was much smaller and her palm barely curled around him.
She smiled at him. “Don’t you like this?”
Her hands slid up his thighs, moved around to the inside, kneading and stroking. Her mouth followed, small kisses. Licks. He felt her tongue sliding along his inner thigh, and his balls went tight. Hard as twin rocks. She licked her way up to his scrotum. The breath left his throat and his hips moved restlessly. Very gently she cupped his balls, swept her palm over them lightly and then rolled them boldly. Her mouth moved over them, her tongue licking and stroking, making little circles that went straight to his brain – short-circuiting what was left of his ability to think clearly. Sensations shot straight up his spine. He wasn’t paralyzed under all that silk, and he couldn’t stop the shifting of his legs or the lifting of his hips. Another groan escaped, husky and needy.