“Good girl.” He releases me. “Get on the bed.”
Closing my eyes and praying he dies a slow and painful death, I crawl over the footboard and onto his bed. I knee walk to the middle of the mattress.
Before I can lie down, the end of the bed dips with Spider’s weight, and he pushes me onto my back. He crawls between my legs, grabs my knees, and yanks me toward him.
The urge to fight wells up, but I tamp it down. His fist pumps his shaft.
“I should make you suck me off, but if I do that, I won’t last.”
Suck him off? Everything about that phrase is crude and wrong, but I love the sound of it, as much as I love the guttural sound of his voice when he’s aroused.
Saying nothing, I lie across his bed and stare hard at the ceiling, putting up the only resistance I can—not responding. Shutting down and retreating inside myself to a place where he can’t reach.
“Oh, no.” He leans over me, gripping my chin and directing my eyes to his. “You don’t get to escape again. Don’t shut me out.”
I lock my eyes on his but give nothing more.
“That’s it. Eyes on me. I want you to watch what I do to you, feel everything that happens to you.”
Of course he’s not going to make it easy. He won’t let me hide or leave my body. He won’t let me escape from him even in my own mind.
Spider grabs my wrist and makes quick work of tying it to the headboard with the rope he left there. Then he does the same with the other.
“Why are you tying me up?” I grit out. “I’m not fighting you!”
“Because. This is going to hurt like a bitch. You will fight when I get started, and I don’t want my face ripped off.”
Dread snakes through me. I close my eyes.
“What did I say about shutting me out? Open your fucking eyes.”
When I do, he pulls the ropes tight enough that I can’t hope to get free. A tear leaks out of my eye.
Leaning over me, he licks away the tear. Lord, how can a man make me hate him this much?
The bed creaks as he sits up between my legs and runs his palms over my stomach, kneading my sides. I can’t stand being tied up, but for some reason, being completely at this man’s mercy makes my whole body feel like an inferno.
Pushing my thighs open, he draws a deep, controlled breath and lets it out, his gaze devouring me. “Fuck. Look you. Look at this gorgeous fucking pussy.”
He likes what he sees. The praise makes my stomach flutter and I squirm into the bed.
A thousand times I’d dreamt secret dreams of what it would be like to share myself with a man, but I’d never imagined it would be like this. Shame tears into me, and I try to close my legs, but he shoves them wide.
“Keep them open.”
I let my legs go slack.
Two of his fingers glide over my clit, through my soaked folds, teasing. A growl of approval escapes him. “So wet,” the demon in him whispers. “Pussy’s waiting to be fucked.” His other hand strokes his shaft. My mouth waters at the sight of it, hard and purple at the head.
With surprising care, Spider crawls slowly over me. He dips his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
A hot spear of pleasure shoots through me, and my back bows of its own accord. I toss my head and hiss between my teeth. He sucks harder, tugging on the ridged nub and lapping at it with his tongue.
I let out a tortured whimper. He gives the other nipple the same torment. My back rises higher, feeding him more. I sob at my own body’s libidinous response. He makes a long, hungry noise in his throat.
“Like that, do you?”
I try to twist onto my side, anything to escape his touch, but with the ropes holding my arms up and out and his hips between my legs, it doesn’t do much good. He pushes me flat, licking a fiery path from my stomach all the way to my throat.
Just my luck, he’d know exactly how to set a woman on fire, how to work her up into a frenzy and make her want him no matter how hard she tries not to.
“Shit. I’m going to ride you until you fucking scream.”
The words make me want to stroke myself right there.
He lays over me, and then his hardness is there, teasing and touching my core. I clamp my jaw, every muscle tense.
“Don’t do that. If you don’t relax, it’ll hurt more.”
“Don’t do me any favors, Spider. Just get it over with.”
He slips his hand around my throat. He pauses, ratcheting up my fear. Then his hips jerk forward, and he enters me with one swift thrust.
Pain lances through me, and my head tosses back on a scream. My body bucks, my arms jerking on the ropes.
I never imagined the pain would be that intense. My eyes water. I try to retreat inside, to escape the pain, but there’s nowhere that it doesn’t reach.
Trapping me with his cold, unfeeling stare, he slides out and thrusts back in. I clench and try to push him out, and he thrusts deeper.
“Shh. Just let it happen.” He pumps slowly in and out, long, deep strokes. I can feel him holding back, but not to go easy on me. He wants to take his time, pace himself.
My nails dig into my palms, my arms straining uselessly. I’d give anything to claw at his face, to break his jaw, but with my wrists bound, all I can do is lie there and take him.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.” He groans and yanks my head back, leaning down and sucking on my throat, biting my neck. His beard scrapes my skin, making me hotter. Then his lips toy with mine. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
“Dream on.”
His jaw clenches and he hammers into me once, then again, punishing thrusts clearly meant to put me in my place. I grunt in an effort not to scream at the pain. Spider’s lips sear mine. He groans, muscles tightening with restraint.
“Fuck, Wildcat. Mine.” A few more thrusts, and the pain gives way to waves of pleasure that mount with every stroke.
“Never.”
He makes an approving sound and swipes his tongue over my lips.
I try to hold back that rising tied that’s washing over me, but it’s useless. The heat of his tongue, the way his shaft stretches me makes my core clench around him.
“Ah, fuck.” Spider’s control seems to snap. He grunts and his thrusts turn savage. His hips pump wildly. His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make breathing difficult while his mouth ravages mine. I choke into the kiss, thrashing under him so hard that the headboard thumps the wall. He groans and pounds faster.
The riptide threatens to drag me under and swallow me whole. My hips buck as if with a will of their own.
“Fuck, yeah.” He grips my thigh, squeezing hard, while his other hand loosens on my throat, letting me breathe. Letting me know he controls everything, even whether I live or die. “Fuck me, just like that.”
Anger at what he’s doing to me knifes at me, but there’s nothing I can do but pant helplessly while my hips speed up. His fingers squeeze again and he tongues my mouth hard.
I fly over the edge, crying out and bucking as if I’m possessed.
My toes curl into the bed, my thighs shaking, my arms yanking on the ropes until I’m surprised they don’t snap.
Spider rears up, lifts my hips and pounds into me a handful of times. He roars, pulls out, and pumps his shaft until he spills hot seed onto my stomach. Ropes of it splash my skin.