CHAPTER TWELVE #3
His mouth crashes against mine again, teeth scraping over my lips, and I gasp when he bites down hard enough to draw blood. He licks it away, eyes dark and hungry, like he’s savouring the taste of my fear.
He reaches behind me, grabbing the spider container, and my heart skips a beat. He doesn’t open it, just sets it next to us on the pedestal, his eyes locked on mine.
“Do you know why I like Vex?” he whispers, trailing his fingers down my stomach. “Because she’s patient. She waits. She knows its prey will come to her. Just like you.”
My pulse races, and I try to push him away, but he grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one hand. His other hand slips under my waistband, tugging my pants lower, exposing me completely to the cold air.
I can’t help the way my body arches toward him, desperate and aching, and he smirks, pressing his fingers against me, sliding through the slickness.
“Such a pretty little mess,” he taunts, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’d let me do anything to you right now, wouldn’t you? You’d take it, even if it hurt. Even if I made it unbearable.”
I choke on a sob, and he leans in, biting down on my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.
“Admit it,” he whispers, his fingers moving slower, teasing me until I’m shaking. “Admit that you love being caught. Love knowing you can’t get away.”
I can’t speak, too overwhelmed, and he grins, dragging his teeth along my collarbone.
“You don’t have to say it,” he purrs. “Your body’s already telling me the truth.”
His free hand moves back to the container, and he flicks the lid open just a crack, his fingers brushing the edge where Vex waits. My stomach twists, and he notices, his smirk widening.
“Should I let her out again?” he teases, his hand slipping back between my thighs. “Maybe this time I’ll let her crawl a little lower. See how brave you really are.”
I shake my head, but he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“No? Are you sure?” he mocks, his thumb rubbing slow, cruel circles over my clit. “Maybe you need a reminder that I’m in charge. I decide what happens to you. You just lie there and take it.”
He presses his forehead to mine, grinding his hips against me, and I feel the hard line of his cock pressing through his jeans. He doesn’t bother undressing, just unzips enough to free himself, and I gasp when he presses the tip against me, not entering, just teasing.
“You’re mine,” he growls, voice rough and unforgiving. “And I’m going to make you feel it.”
He pushes in slowly, stretching me, and I can’t hold back the moan that rips from my throat. He watches me, eyes sharp and calculating, as if he’s gauging how much I can take.
“You feel that?” he whispers, sliding deeper, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re taking it so well. So desperate. You’re already clenching around me, like you don’t want me to stop.”
I whimper, trying to steady my breathing, but he doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, thrusting hard, forcing a cry from my lips.
“Good girl,” he rasps, his hands moving to my waist, holding me steady as he drives into me, relentless and rough. “You like being used, don’t you? Like being caught and claimed. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
He presses the spider container against my chest, the cool plastic biting into my skin, and I shudder, terrified he’ll let her out again.
“One more wrong move,” he warns, thrusting deeper, “and I might just let her crawl all over you. Maybe let her explore how wet you are. Would you scream? Or would you just take it like the good little pet you are?”
My entire body tenses, and he laughs, biting down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark.
“You like the fear,” he murmurs, his rhythm never faltering. “It makes you tighter, makes you cling to me. You want me to push you further, don’t you? Want me to make you cry and cum at the same time.”
I can’t speak, too overwhelmed, and he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you’re mine. Say you’ll never run from me again.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I choke on the words.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “I won’t… I won’t run.”
His smirk is vicious, and he kisses me hard, bruising and consuming.
“Good girl,” he growls, pushing me closer to the edge with every brutal thrust. “You’re going to cum for me again, and you’re going to do it while you’re terrified. Because that’s what makes you mine—the way your fear turns you into a beautiful, trembling mess.”
He speeds up, his hands gripping my thighs, forcing them wider, his mouth never leaving mine. I can’t hold it back, the pleasure building too fast, too intense, and when I finally shatter, he doesn’t stop, dragging out every shudder and sob.
He finally pulls out, breathing hard, his hands still holding me in place as if daring me to move. He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth, almost gently, and I feel his fingers brush over my throat again.
“You did so good,” he whispers, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “But next time… I think I’ll let Vex crawl even lower. Slide her legs along your tight little pussy. Just to see how much you can really take.”
And I know, deep down, that no matter how much I tell myself I hate him…
I’ll never stop wanting to be caught.