Page 37 of Spinning Out of Control

I nodded, settling onto my stomach next to him. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” Caleb replied, running his finger over one of the strands and giving it a twang, as if to test its stability. “Your webs are incredible too. Whatever they get used for, I bet they will be really helpful for humanity.”

“I hope so,” I said. “I want to help people if I can.”

Caleb nodded thoughtfully, uncurling one leg to give the seat another push to make it swing a little more. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

“Now that you’re not modeling?” I asked.

“Yeah. I never finished college, or even really decided on a major. I loved modeling. And there was always the possibility of moving on to acting or something like that.”

“Would you go back to it if you could?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. I liked my old life. Although,” he lifted his head to gaze at me, “If I hadn’t been in my accident, I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

I frowned. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” he said, stopping his swinging and leaning over to grab my arm lightly in his hand. “I can’t change what happened to me, so there’s no reason for me to fixate on it. I’ve met you, and I’m glad I did. I’m just too much in my own head.”

I blinked, then gave him a smile that I hoped looked sexy and wicked. “Would you like me to get you out of your head?”

“You have an idea?” he asked, and I nodded. “Okay,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Come on,” I said, giving him a pull inside the house. “Get naked.”

“Again?” Caleb chuckled. “You went from a porn virgin to a sex fiend overnight.”

I stared at him with concern. Was I pushing him too much too quickly? “Is that all right?”

Caleb laughed and moved into the living room. “Yes, Ter, it’s just fine. It’s just funny to me. But I like how oddly obsessed you get with stuff.” He stood on his toes to give me a quick peck on the mouth before he shed his clothes and dumped them onto the couch. Reassured, I moved over to the small pile of toys we had collected. I picked up the vibrating plug and the bottle of lube. “Bend over the couch arm and spread your legs for me, pet.”

Caleb shivered. “Yes, sir,” he said, moving to follow my instructions. He spread his legs, giving me perfect access to his gorgeous ass. I leaned in and gave his asshole a lick with my tongue, which made him moan and writhe a little, before I spread the lube over the toy.

“Relax,” I purred in his ear, running one of my legs down his side. He squirmed a bit, then gasped as I slid the stainless steel plug between his cheeks and pushed. He groaned and shifted a little, and I waited for him to adjust himself until he was in a better position. When he was, the toy sank inside of him, stretching him wide, and I watched it disappear into his ass with delight. Once the flared base rested against his ass cheeks, I gave one of them a light swat with my palm, and he let out a yelp, his hips grinding on the couch arm. I smiled to myself. Now to try something different and see if he would like it. I pulled some of my webbing into my hands and quickly wove it into a long, scarf-like piece. I brought it over his head, and then over his eyes. Caleb gasped, jerking a little. “All right?” I asked.

“Yeah.” His voice trembled a bit, but he didn’t sound afraid.

I lashed the webbing securely together at the back of his head, careful not to catch his hair, before I pulled back. “Now, come with me, pet.”

Caleb straightened up from the couch with a soft moan, his hand going back to adjust the toy in his ass a little before he turned toward my voice. I took his arm and led him to my web, lifting him up with my legs. He gasped and clutched at me tightly, which sent a little thrill through my chest. I gave his neck a light nibble as we climbed up into my web. “I won’t let you fall.” He nodded and held tighter to me as I crawled up higher. I found a nice spot and laid him down on the web. “Get comfortable.”

He shifted around on his back, biting his lip as the plug must have moved inside of him. I stroked his hair until he had settled into a spot. And then I went to work, wrapping him up tightly in place, starting at his feet, and moving up his body. Caleb gasped, his hand reaching out toward me, but I pushed it gently back with one of my feet. “Hands down, pet. You can use your safe word if you want to, but otherwise, you need to trust me.”

“Yes, sir.” Caleb lowered his hand again, and I went back to cocooning him in the softest webbing I could make. I moved up his knees, pausing at his groin to give his cock a brush with my hand, which made him writhe a little and sent delicious pulses through my web, before I wrapped my webbing over his cock and his hips, enclosing them fully under the gossamer strands. Caleb whimpered softly, but it sounded more like disappointment than anything.

“It’s all right, pet,” I soothed as I continued to bind him, pinning his arms to his sides and working up his chest. “I promise you won’t be wanting for long.”

He inhaled softly. “What are you going to do, sir?”

“No, no,” I said, brushing my finger over his lip. “You don’t get to question me.”

He flushed and went quiet, letting me work until I had wrapped him up to his neck. He looked like the mummies we had seen in his movie yesterday except for his head being free. I didn’t want to wrap his head up, just left the blindfold in place. “Now, pet, you are going to relax,” I said, giving his lips a soft brush with my own.

Caleb swallowed a bit. “I’ll try, sir.”

“Of course you will.” And then I lifted the wireless remote that paired with the plug inside of him and hit the power button.

Caleb jerked like he had been slapped, the pulse of his body going through my web and making me hot all over. He gasped, and I could hear a faint buzzing from underneath the layers of webbing. His cheeks were pink, and he squirmed a little. “All right, pet?” I asked, stroking a hand over his hair.

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