Page 38 of Spinning Out of Control

Now that it was turned on, Caleb exhaled a breath and nodded slowly. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be right here with you the whole time. But you are just going to lie there and relax and focus on nothing at all.”

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

“Good boy,” I said, stroking his cheek gently before settling myself a few steps away. I could feel the tension in his body as I curled up onto my web, and I felt it slowly ebb away, bit by bit, as he laid there. I could feel each time he tensed just a bit, and I knew he was probably trying to not think. Smiling to myself, I hit the button on the remote. The pitch changed as it started to vibrate faster, and Caleb let out a moan, his body stiffening.

“Fuck. Ter, you’re evil.”

“I know,” I said with a pleased smile that he couldn’t see but could probably hear in my voice.

He squirmed a little, unable to move much with my web holding him in place, but I felt every little pulse and thrum, along with the constant vibration from the plug inside of him, all blending together to make the most beautiful symphony of vibrations. It was so delicious, I thought I might start drooling. He finally started to relax more fully, and I let him lie there for a few minutes, no movement except for the toy, before I hit the button again, and he jerked, letting out a yowl. “God! Ter!”

“Hmm?” I asked, as if I were not even paying attention to him.

Caleb shuddered. “How long are you going to torture me?”

“Am I torturing you?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes,” he whined, and I hit the button again. He let out a shout and jerked, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“As long as I please, pet. Don’t worry. I’ll let you come eventually.”

“Goddammit,” Caleb groaned through clenched teeth.

“Relax,” I purred, plucking one of the webs to send the vibration through him, and Caleb whimpered, his breath coming in deep, quick pants. I hit the button again to bring the pulse down, and he moaned, trying to squirm but eventually settling into resolved stillness. Every once in a while, the sensation must have gotten to him, because he would give a little jerk or twitch, his ass muscles tensing. I let him lie there without doing anything for a very long time before I hit the button again to change the vibrations from constant to a sort of short pulse pattern. Caleb gasped and writhed. I wasn’t sure how many patterns this toy had, but I was going to play with all of them and see what sorts of noises I could elicit from my trapped human.

Some of them I let go for minutes on end with no change, others only a few seconds before switching it. Each new sound or curse or movement I got out of Caleb delighted me. I wanted my human to stay out of his head for a while and just focus on the pleasure I could bring him. He deserved that happiness, and everything I could give him.

Caleb writhing and jerking on my web was sending waves of desire through me too. My mouth was watering, and I had to remind myself that this was pleasure, not prey. But as I watched him struggle against the bonds that held him, his muscles spasming in pleasure as he whined and moaned and cursed, I felt something inside me that I hadn’t for a long time. The visceral desire to chase. To hunt. Not to kill; I hated that part. But the thrill of launching myself at prey, capturing it, wrapping it up, leaving it at my mercy, like Caleb was now. I missed that. I liked being lazy and having as much food as I could ever want at any time, but I was still a spider at heart, and that would never change.

Caleb had settled into almost stillness again, so I hit the button to change the vibrations, and he let out a screech, jerking. “Ter! Fuck, please, please, can I come?”

I laughed softly. “You can take more pleasure, pet. A few more minutes, and then you can come.”

Caleb let out a frustrated wail, and I moved over to him, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You’re so mean,” he whined, his body pulsing a bit as I changed the vibrations yet again. Tears of frustration were leaking from under his blindfold, and I kissed them away.

“And you like it, don’t you, pet?” I cooed. When Caleb didn’t answer, I ran my hand down over the bulge in the webbing where his erection was, making him jerk. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” he moaned, his hips trying to push up into my hand, but I pulled back, and he sank back down with a pleading whimper. “Please…”

“Mm. Tell me something you like about yourself, and then you can come.”

“What?” Caleb asked in surprise.

“Tell me something you like about yourself,” I repeated, emphasizing each word for him.

Caleb bit his lip, suddenly quiet. I hit the remote button, and he yelled, jerking against the webs that held him. “Fuck, I need to come, please, Ter!”

“I told you what you need to do so you can come,” I said, brushing my thumb over his lower lip.

He let out a frustrated growl, and I just hit the button again and backed away as he shuddered and mewled. His breath was coming in deep, erratic gasps, each jerk of his body a desperate plea, but I was not going to let him win this one. He either had to safe word out or do what I said. “Come on now, pet. Do you want to come or not?”

“Yes,” he cried. “Please.”

“Then, tell me,” I said, letting one spider foot drift over his groin, feeling his cock pulsing and straining, and it made me dizzy with my own pleasure, the heat and scent of his arousal coursing through me.

Caleb made a small noise of ascent, and I left the toy setting where it was so as not to distract him. He squirmed hungrily against my web before he forced out, “I like that… that I am too stubborn to give up.”

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