belongs to me. I’m the only one who gets to hurt you.”
“How sweet.” I lick my lips, my fingers tapping my bare stomach.
“Relax, Wildcat. I’ll tell you what to do. You just lie there and get yourself off.”
“How?”
I can figure out for myself how this is supposed to work based on the aching throb that’s mounting between my legs, licking at my clit. More than once, the crazy things that Spider has done to me have left me wanting to stroke myself, to sooth the same ache I feel now. But there’s an absurd need to please him, to… get myself off… the way he wants, and nameless fears make me feel clumsy and unsure what to do.
“Do you remember when I licked your pussy the first time?” Spider says.
The memory of his tongue working slowly over my clit and causing waves of pleasure to shoot through me makes me wetter.
Again, I nod, then realize he can’t see it. “Yes…”
“Use your fingers the way I used my tongue. Stroke them slowly over your clit.”
His tongue. Dear Lord. The need to feel his hot, wet tongue lapping greedily at my clit overrides my shame. It’s too much to take, and I slide my shaking fingers down my belly and between my legs.
The first stroke of my fingers through my soaked folds sends a bolt of pleasure through me so intense that I hiss between my teeth.
The growled hum that Spider lets out almost makes me sure he can see me even if he isn’t there. My cheeks go hot, and I jerk my fingers back, half scared that someone from the Colony is about to burst in and drag me off to the Circle of Retribution, snarling that I’m a whore who must be punished for my wickedness.
“Spider, I can’t do this.”
“Shut up and make yourself come.”
I let out a shaky breath. My finger strokes through my folds again, slowly moving back and forth just as he said. Lord, this feels so good it can’t be anything but pure wickedness.
My breathing quickens.
“Slow down,” Spider orders. “I don’t want you coming until I tell you.”
My strokes slow.
“God, you are so fucking sexy, Wildcat. I’ve jacked off every day I’ve been gone thinking about fucking you.”
My eyes flutter closed, and I pant, forcing myself to slow my strokes.
On the other end of the line, there’s the quiet clink of his belt and the growl of his zipper.
Oh, heck. Is going to get himself off too?
The image of him sprawled on his back across a bed, eyelids drooped with that sleepy sexy look I know so well fills my mind, and my throat goes dry again. In my mind, he frees his shaft, hard as steel, and begins to stroke himself. My nipples bunch until they hurt, and my fingers rub my clit faster.
“Slow down,” he growls as my breathing grows harsh. “I want to get off while you finger yourself.”
There’s another creak, as if he’s settled in, intending to take his time.
“Do you want to know what that thing is I sent you?” His voice is throaty and ragged with arousal.
Gulp. I’d forgotten about that. “Yes,” I pant.
He pauses, silent for a second. Then…
“They’re nipple clamps.”
Obviously, this proclamation was supposed to have an effect on me, but all I feel is confused. “Nipple what?”
“Nipple clamps.” The inflection in his voice tells me he’s smiling. “The clamps on the end go on your nipples. They pinch, and I can tighten them until they sting enough to make my belt across your ass feel like a love tap.”
My fingers freeze on my clit. Dread knots my gut, and the heat that had been building inside me instantly cools.
“But… But there’s three clamps.”
“The other one goes on your clit.” The anticipation in his voice makes my insides roil.
On my clit…
The thought of one of those metallic clamps pinching on the sensitive nub that is still throbbing between my legs sends my heart slamming against my ribs.
My head swims, panic welling up.
“You’re not using that thing on me.”
“The hell I’m not.”
“You can’t. You… You have no right.” My voice breaks. The words are foolish. I know that if he chooses to use that torture device on me, there’s no way I can stop him, but the panic inside me strips away any ability to think straight.
“I have every right,” Spider growls. “I own you. Your body is mine to do with as I please. The sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.”