him through his jeans. The heat and wetness and friction create an irresistible combination that makes it impossible not to respond. I pant and my hips wriggle, rubbing back.
Spider makes a deep triumphant sound in his throat and sucks hard on the side of my neck. He grazes his teeth across the sensitive skin until I moan, and then sucks again, hard enough to leave a bruise.
Oh, Lord. I’m not just rubbing against him, I’m gyrating against him hungrily. His beard scratches my neck and throat, making me hotter. My fists clutch his quilt.
He moves downward along my body, his tongue flicking over the lines of the spider’s web on my chest. They’re healed, but the trails of fire his tongue leaves behind set them ablaze again, reanimating the brand and making me pant harder.
In reflex, I try to twist away. He grips my shoulder, pinning me in place, his callous-roughened fingers easily keeping me where he wants me.
Head dipping, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. The heat drives me mad. My back arches, my hips wriggling again.
I may loathe him, but my body cries out to him, his long absence playing havoc with any will to resist him. He’s here with me, inside my soul again. It’s as if I’d rather die, and he’s bringing me to life, breathing life into me with fire and darkness, making me his all over again.
He sucks on my aching nipples, first one, then the other, long hard pulls that make me gasp and squirm, and send my back bowing clear off the bed.
“See?” His tongue flicks and swirls around one nipple until I almost come. “You can try to shut me out, but your body never lies. Your body craves my touch, just like I told you it would.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for my weakness. When I try to shut down, he crawls lower, nipping and licking his way down, down until his head is between my legs. While he palms my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers, his other hand shoves my knees wide and his tongue laps at my clit, shamelessly devouring me with slow, long licks.
I whimper, a pained, desperate cry, and try to push his head away. He pins my hands to the mattress and his tongue dances across my clit, tormenting.
The familiar tide begins to rise, intense and unstoppable. I cry out, a broken sound, panting and rutting against him. I’m about to lose myself in him, dragged down into the depths of his depravity, and I love it.
Then, just as I’m about to come apart, he stops. Spider rears up on his knees, his huge chest heaving, his beard and lips wet with my juices.
Lord help me, he’s hot.
He’s stopped, bringing me to the edge only to yank me back at the last moment. Lord, how I hate him.
I drop my head back, humiliation eating away at my insides.
Spider climbs off the bed and goes to the nightstand. When he crawls back onto the bed again, he’s holding the box with those nipple clamps.
I jolt, jerking my head up, any promise I made to myself not to resist fleeing my mind. Watching my response, he smirks, kneeling between my legs. Spider opens the box and takes out the strange contraption, letting the three chains with their silver clothes-pin-like clamps on the ends dangle from his fingers.
“No way.” I say, speaking for the first time since I’d gotten on the bed and starting to get up. “You’re not using that torture device on me.”
Spider pauses, his face hardening. “Lie back down.”
“Or what? You’ll whip me again?” My voice sounds slightly hysterical.
“No.” He sets his hands on my knees, his icy blue eyes flashing with warning. “You’ll do everything you’re told, or I’ll make sure I’m not the only one who sees what happens in here tonight. The live feed will end up on the TV screens downstairs, and the whole fucking clubhouse will see everything I do to you.”
I jerk as if slapped. “You wouldn’t.”
“No? Push me and see.”
Heck. He means it. I can see it in his eyes, in the set of his jaw, in the way his fist chokes the chain in his grip. He knows exactly how to hurt me, how to cut me deepest, and he’ll do it. Nothing is sacred to him.
Any sense of security I had up to now, any sense that my body belonged to me, shatters, and it hits home hard