a feverish pitch. What in God’s name is he planning? It costs too much to ask, to show my panic, so I say nothing, waiting for the inevitable.
“Undo my pants and take out my cock.”
Once again, the words have the effect of an electric shock. The implications hit home hard, sending my heart into my stomach.
I suppose his intentions should have been obvious from the minute he ordered me to my knees. It’s just that he’s had me kneel in front of him like this so often without ever once demanding…. that. Not having caught on makes me feel incredibly foolish, my inexperience a painful, cursed thing.
Not two weeks ago, he put me through this, and as humiliating as it was, we’d been alone then. For him to do this in a room filled with members of two clubs looking on? This can’t be happening. It can’t.
Hatred for him bolts through me, angry and corrosive, reducing anything I might have felt for him to useless tatters. Thinking of those stolen moments we shared after Cap was shot is like a punch to the gut. It makes me feel betrayed, naïve and used.
Unable to get the words out, I jerk in his grip, instinct taking over and stripping me of the sense that would force me into compliance.
“You want me to belt you again?”
That stops me cold. “No,” I whisper sullenly.
Hands shaking, breathing caught in my throat, I undo his belt, fumbling with the stiff leather and feeling ungainly. He doesn’t help me, instead watching me work open his pants.
Spider’s shaft is already hard, springing free, long and thick. I’ve seen it plenty of times by now, and yet the sight of it, inches from my face and lividly hard, makes my mouth water and causes my sex to throb.
Lord, he’s beautiful.
My fingers tremble, and my hands freeze, unable to bring myself take the next step. Conscious of every eye on us, my cheeks flame, and look up into his eyes, silently pleading. Imploring him for something I know he won’t bestow.
“Come on, now,” he says coolly, a parody of encouragement. “You know what I like. Show everyone how you take my cock.”
So we’re really doing this.
It’s as if some part of me was still foolishly holding out for the man I almost fell for a thousand years ago, waiting for him to come back to me. That part of me shatters, abandonment hollowing me out.
Livid, hot anger coursing through me, mixing with the weight of the sin I’m about to commit, I wrap my hand around his shaft.
Spider gives a little jolt, as if the heat of my palm has burned him. A muscle in his jaw jumps.
He waits.
There’s nothing to do but do what he wants.
I bend and take him into my mouth. He feels as gigantic as before, stretching my jaw until it aches.
The instant my mouth closes around his shaft, Spider lets out a guttural groan that sends every nerve humming.
The feel of him in my hand, the musky, hot taste of him on my tongue, sends my senses into overdrive. He pushes deeper into my mouth, and I try to jerk back. He isn’t having it. Spider’s hand slides into my hair, trapping my head in place. My lips press together as I try to push him out, my hands trying to pry his fingers loose.
“Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth.”
I groan helplessly. My hands go behind my back as if of their own accord, but I can’t bring my jaw to open. Having him there feels invasive, shameful beyond words.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
Lord, he sounds so sexy like this, with his voice rough and growled with lust. It seizes control of me, stroking my clit and making my blood run like fire. My mouth opens and he thrusts in, hitting the back of my throat.
“That’s better. Little thief. Take it all.”
I whimper as he hits the back of my throat, push down a gag, and force myself to let him thrust in all the way to the hilt.
“Good girl. Let them see you suck me off.”
The words seep in, reaching down into that sick twisted part of me that needs to please him, that feeds off the darkness in him. A sense of rightness seizes me, ripping away any hope of resistance.
Copying what I’ve seen Monica do to Pip, I slide my mouth up and down Spider’s length, working my cheeks, sucking hard.
Spider lets out the sexiest rumble. “That’s it. Love