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ARSÈNE

Robin’s eyes widen slowly, fluttery, dreamy. While I’m still grinding my cock against his hip, my greedy stare craving to take in everything. I want it all.

I want him to yield to me, that stubborn mind of his, want his body to give in and let it be dominated by me, and me alone. Although…alone?

“What the fuck…” He gasps. “What’s that?” His gray eyes are huge, bewilderment laced with shock and a hint of fear. Fucking delicious.

Without looking up, I dip my chin to the crook of his neck, then inhale deeply and let out a satisfied purr. He smells good, my Robin, of sweat and forest and a touch of incense. Of desire and sex.

“H-how many of them are there? Can they—” Robin flinches at the thought and I chuckle against his ear. “Can they get out of there?” He squeaks. “Oh my, that one’s…” He shudders, and I lick my lips before nipping at his earlobe. He hisses as he attempts to push me away, failing, pouting,“this is not funny.”

“Oh no, it’s not.” My hand slides down over his white shirt, easily opening the buttons on my way down to the waistband of his school uniform. “Serious business, indeed,” I murmur, slowly rubbing his hard-on over the material.

Robin whimpers and instinctively coils back, though there’s no way to hide from me. With his back plastered against the door—the only exit from this room—my body is glued to his, teasing him slowly, carefully, in order to make him lose his mind with desire. He is trapped. Just like I want him to be.

“And to answer your question—no, they can’t get out, unless I want them to.” I give the glass ceiling one sweep that confirms my suspicion. My glorious wolf spider has come out to show off, slowly prancing over the glass as she makes her way across the ceiling to where I have kept the two darkened corners for my larger pets. They don’t enjoy the light much, and will only come out when I have a snack for them, such as a grasshopper or a bunch of ants. Occasionally they will hunt down other spiders I keep up there, their chase for prey a true pleasure to look at.

Robin freezes. “When you want them to?”

I lick a trace from his ear to the corner of his trembling mouth. “I don’t want it now, papillon. Right now, I want you naked, bouncing on my lap, in my bed, riding my cock.”

“I thought we were going to sleep?” He mutters, but his treacherous body shivers. I wonder what makes his body react most. Judging by the way his cock jolts against my hand, I’d say it’s my words. But up against the ceiling, my baby girl seems to be equally starving and has started her chase after a smaller spider I only recently added to the collection.

“Is that the same spider as the one I had in my ass?” He squeaks.

“Hmm.”

“And is he going to…” Robin swallows.

“She. It’s a she. And yes, she will eventually kill the smaller spider. But it will take time. Come on, stop worrying. They can’t get out, and even if they could, I’d protect you from them.” I expect some witty snarl, but when I look at him, he seems genuinely afraid. “Viens.” Grabbing him by his hand, I take him to my bed. Robin continues to steal glances at the ceiling, and in reply, I dim the lights and draw the dark green sheets back. He hesitates, because of course he does, he is the most stubborn guy I’ve ever met. I flop back and onto the mattress, land on my ass, kick out my shoes, then shimmy out of my cloak, leaving me in a Henley and tight boxer briefs. It shouldn’t be possible after all the action we’ve already had tonight, but I’m still hot for him. I still crave more. Robin must feel it too, this unbridled hunger, because he licks his lips, his attention now fully focused on me.

Spiders forgotten, I inwardly grin.

“You…” He lets me reach up, roll off his jacket and tear open his shirt, the discarded clothing dropping to the floor in a pool around his legs. “Did you go out like this tonight? Half naked?”

“Hmm,” I look up at him, making sure to flutter my lashes. Judging by the way his cheeks flush, he likes what he sees, and it does something to my insides. They jolt and cheer and make me a little dizzy with the speed my arousal pools through my veins, throbbing and pressing for more. “I did. It was all there for you to grasp, but you had to go and get yourself trapped in my web.” I slide down his pants and underwear, enjoying the way he looks down at me with pupil-blown eyes.

“Where’s my moody, snarky Robin now?” I whisper, rolling his balls in my palm. He whimpers, then clears his throat. Fuck, I love the way he’s trying to defend himself but has temporarily forgotten where his arms are. When he doesn’t reply, I use my free hand to land a slap on his ass. He jolts forward. “Where is he now?” I ask again, voice sharper this time.

“He’s…I’m right here, you son of a bitch,” he snarls, snapping out of wherever he was lost. Trapping the tip of his cock between two fingers, I gently pull his foreskin back, then spit a string of saliva onto his glans.

“Fuck,” he chokes. I can see how he has fisted his hands by his side, how his knees are trembling, how his body is fucking begging for this. Swiping my index finger through my spit, I look up at him. His eyes are hooded, lips parted, face flushed.

“Ask me nicely, papillon,” I purr.

His chest is heaving, but I don’t miss how his jaw tightens. “Ask you what?”

I shrug. “Oh, I don’t know. You seem to have lots of questions, have had them for the entire night. Why I chose you, what would happen now, I recall you even accusing me of making you kiss Edouard…” I make a show of suckling the wet finger into my mouth, then add more saliva onto his glistening cock. This time Robin lets out a moan and watches me play once more with the head of his weeping erection.

“I can sit here all night, papillon. I can wait here, while playing with your cock. Driving you to madness, only to prevent you from spilling. Making you desperate, and enjoying every single minute of it.”

Robin pants, the words clearly hitting home despite the glare in his gray eyes. I see it for what it is now. A tantrum, fed by frustration. But though I can understand that, considering where he’s coming from, it needs to be tied up and kept within the boundaries of my control.

I narrow my gaze, feigning impatience. “Well?”

“You brought my stuff here,” he rushes, sounding out of breath. His cock trembles against my palm, the head already sticky with a mixture of pre-cum on top of my spit.

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