Slowly, he lowers my arms to my sides. The ache in my limbs makes me groan. It seems odd that he’s taking care not to make it worse. Maybe he’s not aware he’s doing it.
Hope momentarily eclipses my anger, but instead of untying my ankles, he shoves me face down into the mattress just as he did when he first took me into this room.
I roar in rage, and it’s muted by the quilt. Until I turn my head. He presses my cheek into the mattress with his palm. The rough, calloused heat of it scalds my cheek.
He’s too strong to fight against. As soon as I go still, he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Then he winds the strips of cloth that held them to the bed posts around both of my wrists, tying them together.
“Feel like telling me what I want to know, Wildcat?”
“I don’t know anything, you wretched lowlife!”
He grunts. “Just as well. You’re getting fucked good and hard either way.” He ties the knot tight.
I try to jerk my shoulders up, but his palm presses my cheek down again. “You want me to whip you again?”
“No!”
“Then behave yourself.”
I freeze.
He lets out a long breath, and I get the feeling he’s forcing himself to hold back. My blood heats a little more at the thought that he’s on a knife’s edge of control.
Spider’s other hand glides down my back and over my butt.
The burn makes me let out something between a howl and an angry growl.
“Fuck. I love the look of your ass right now. It’s such a pretty red.” His fingers tease my core, gliding slowly through my wetness. “Damn, Wildcat. You know what you do to me? I was sitting down there in church with my dick rock hard for you the whole time. All I had to do was think of you, tied to this bed with your pussy soaked for me, and I was hard enough to pound nails.”
I have a feeling my anger is working him up even more. And I hate that the confession he just made causes my whole body to ignite for him. He has a tenuous hold on his control, and it gives me a rush of power to know that I’m the one bringing him so close to losing it.
Spider draws his hips back a little. I hear his zipper open, feel him pushing his pants to his hips. The sound of his ragged breathing is frantically erotic.
Then his palms graze over the curve of my rear, gliding down to my spread thighs. His nails rake the backs of them, and the sting at once burns like fire and makes me hotter.
Unbidden, the image of what I must look like fills my head. I’m bent over the bed, bare backside in the air, legs spread wide, feet tied to keep them in place. I’m utterly at his mercy, helpless to stop him as he uses me as he sees fit.
My sex throbs, and I’m drunk with arousal.
The wide head of Spider’s shaft teases my sopping core. He growls hungrily, teasing my desire and fanning my rage all in one.
“You can’t do this!” I try to twist on the bed, but with my arms bound, it’s useless.
Once more, he pins my cheek to the bed. “Stop me.”
Then he thrusts into me, one long, deep stroke.
Pleasure shoots through me, a white-hot spear of need that mixes with a flash of pain as his pelvis rubs against the welts left on my skin by his belt.
I grunt and buck hard enough that I bounce on the bed.
“Ah. Fuck.” His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts slowly, but roughly in and out of me. “My sexy little fucking thief.”
I can feel him holding back, forcing himself to take his time. Spider draws his hips back, then snaps them forward, swivels them in a circle so that his shaft strokes every nerve inside me, then draws back and thrusts sharply in again. Low, hungry growls pant out of him.
I huff and twist and writhe, helplessness drowning me, pure, raw need scorching through me. I toss my head, and Spider fists my hair, yanking my head back in a grip designed for control. The sting only mounts my need.
“Shit, you feel so fucking good. Can’t get enough.”
His pace quickens. I groan helplessly. Releasing my hair, Spider slips his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to speed up my pulse. His hips slap mine.