Page 30 of Spinning Out of Control

“Come on, tell me. I’m not a prude or anything,” Caleb said.

I cleared my throat. “I would like to wrap you up in my webbing so you can’t move, and then…”

“And then?” he prompted.

I shook my head. “No. It’s not proper of me.”

“Fuck that,” Caleb said, sitting up and tossing his hair. “It’s just you and me here. Tell me what you want.”

Heat was surging through me, so much I thought I might set myself aflame. “I want you to be under my control, and then I want to pleasure you, until you can’t even remember your own name.”

Caleb stared at me, and I felt my whole body crumple in on itself. “I’m sorry. That is so presumptuous of me."

“No, I- Huh.” Caleb looked thoughtful, giving me a small smirk. “Little spider has big dom dreams.”

I was going to drop dead from all the heat in my face. “I’m sorry.”

“No! Ter.” Caleb reached out his hand and placed it lightly on my forearm. “I told you to be honest. So, thank you for sharing that with me.”

I cleared my throat. His hand on my arm was so warm and soft. “It’s just a fantasy. I don’t need anything like that from you.”

“Hey, we talked about this. There’s nothing wrong with fantasies, and this is one that could actually work. I mean, it’s simple enough.”

“But would you enjoy it?” I asked. The idea of being tied up myself was terrifying, but that was an ingrained response to what my life had been back in the monster world, where incapacitation meant death. Not here, and not with Caleb.

Caleb grinned. “Having a big, sexy monster tie me up and pleasure me? I mean, that sounds pretty hot.”

No one had ever said I was ‘sexy’ before, and I was sure my entire body was blushing. “But I couldn’t pleasure you with my penis.”

“No, but there’s plenty of other ways,” Caleb said, reaching out and taking one of my hands. He studied my pointed fingertips for a moment, seeming to be thinking. “Just have to be a little careful, but I’ve got some ideas, if you’re interested.”

“Yes, I want to hear them!” I said, probably much too eagerly, and Caleb laughed, leaning in to kiss me. I kissed him back, running my fingers through his hair.

We spent the next half hour browsing online, Caleb adding a few things to his online shopping cart and then checking out with Same Day Delivery. What a world this was where one could get sex toys delivered in only a few hours. We then curled up on my web and watched television together. I couldn’t fully concentrate on the show as I held Caleb close to me, playing my fingers through his hair. He was so beautiful and had been so sweet and kind to me in my naiveté. I wanted to make him feel good. Even though I did not feel a sexual thrill from stimulation the way humans did, it still thrilled me to see them in so much pleasure, and I wanted Caleb to feel pleasure like that. I was sure it would take time and practice, but he didn’t seem like he was going anywhere.

Lunchtime came, and Caleb made himself some food with the groceries he had delivered. We stood in the kitchen as he nibbled on his food, and I drank several bottles of liquids. He had gotten a bottle of some new fruit juice I did not know, and he gladly poured some into a glass for me to try as well. I was learning so many new flavors from him, and it was delightful! It had taken me a little time to figure out what tasted good to me and what did not in the human world, and what ensured I got the nutrition I needed. But I was beginning to understand more of how food could be pleasurable instead of just for survival.

“What is your favorite food?” I asked him as we cleaned up the last remnants of the meal.

Caleb thought for a moment. “I like all kinds of stuff. But I think my favorite kind of food is Chinese.”

“What is Chinese?” I asked.

“Fried rice, lots of meat and vegetables in different kinds of sauces,” he said. “There’s a place not too far from my apartment that has the best egg rolls ever.”

“How does one roll an egg?” I asked curiously, and he pulled out his phone to show me. An egg roll looked nothing like an egg. “Are there eggs in it?” I asked him.

“You are making me have to Google so much more stuff than I ever used to,” Caleb said with a dramatic sigh, typing into his phone. After a moment, he replied, “No, not anymore.”

“Then why is it called an egg roll?” I asked in confusion.

“Because that’s what it was called like a hundred years ago, and the name just stuck, I guess,” Caleb said, scanning his phone.

I sighed. “That is very confusing. But it looks like it might be tasty.”

“It is,” Caleb replied. He looked at me thoughtfully. “You can only eat liquids and really, really soft stuff, right?”

I nodded. “I have tried some soft foods like yogurts and applesauce, and I can eat those pretty easily. But liquids are much easier for me to mix protein into.”

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