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“What?” I prompted.

He bit his lower lip as he tried to put into words something that he didn’t seem certain about. “I don’t… think that I am meant to experience sexual pleasure.”

I blinked. “Uh, okay, why do you think that?”

Teracht frowned. “The things you sent me. The humans were obviously feeling a lot of pleasure. And the human males, it’s obvious when they are aroused.”

“Yeah,” I said, curious where he was going with that.

“My anatomy does not do that,” Teracht said, the blush seeming to spread through his whole body. “Even if I touch myself like humans do, there is no distinct pleasure from it.”

I thought about that for a minute. I supposed it would make sense that when you were at risk of being killed while trying to mate, the focus was not on pleasure, but rather, staying alive and trying to do it as fast as possible. And just because here he didn’t have to worry about me killing him in the middle of sex didn’t mean that his anatomy and bodily responses changed. Also, that was weird, thinking about spiders masturbating. “It might just not be your thing,” I offered, wondering if he might have changed his mind about the whole thing if he couldn’t get sexual pleasure from the experience.

He looked sadly at me. “But I want you to like it.”

“Well, we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves anyway,” I said. “I don’t even know if I’ll like being tied up. Why don’t we try it and then go from there?”

Teracht blinked all eight eyes, then smiled brightly. “Yes. That is very smart, Caleb.”

“Aww.” I gave him a sheepish grin. “Thanks, Ter. So, what’s our safe word going to be?”

“Safe… word?” Teracht said. “Oh, yes. What you say if you want to stop?”

I nodded. “Or if you do, not just me.”

That thought had obviously not occurred to him by the look that came over his face, but then Teracht nodded. “That makes sense. What should be our safe word?”

I glanced around the room. “Gatorade,” I said, nodding at the two empty bottles sitting nearby. Easy for both of us to remember.

Teracht giggled, legit giggled, at that. “Okay,” he agreed. “How do we do this?”

I hesitated. Not like I wanted to top from the bottom, as it were, but I was sure I had more sexual experience than Teracht did, no matter how much porn he watched this last week. “Well, um… Do you want me to be naked?”

Teracht blushed. Despite the fact that he had seen me naked before, this was obviously a much different scenario. “What are you comfortable with?”

“Um, whatever.” Okay, I was not helping. And I had no idea how far this little experiment was going to go. “How about I keep my underwear on for now? If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know?”

Teracht nodded slowly. “Yes, that seems reasonable.”

“Okay.” I gave him a small smile. He was so shy about it, but that didn’t seem to be what he wanted. He wanted to be in charge, he just wasn’t sure how to do it. I didn’t want to control what he did too much, but I could at least get the game started. “Then give me an order, sir.”

Chapter 8

Teracht

Caleb suddenly calling me ‘sir’ sent heat through my body in a way that reminded me of when I sensed prey approaching, about to stumble into my web. I felt my jaw almost hit the floor as I stared at him, a small smirk playing over his lips. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in, catching his face in my hands, and kissing him firmly. His left hand came up to hold onto mine. I stroked my thumb over his right cheek, feeling the twisted skin beneath it. He was doing this for me. He was trusting me. I couldn’t let him down.

I pulled back from the kiss to gaze at him. His face was slightly flushed, his hair a little messy where my hands had caught it. Hair I had stroked while he slept on the couch next to me so I would always have the memory of it, in case he changed his mind and decided not to have anything more to do with me. “Take your clothes off.” The words felt strange in my mouth, and I knew that it sounded more like a request than an order. But it was my first one. It would take time for me to find that voice.

Caleb grinned and stepped back from me, grabbing his shirt and maneuvering it over his head, tossing it onto the couch, followed by the undershirt. He reached for his pants and slid them down and off, then sat on the edge of the couch to remove his socks, leaving him in just his red boxer briefs. He stood up and resumed his spot in front of me, waiting for my next order, and I realized I had no idea what to say or do. I had spent this past week watching videos of every variety of porn I could find. But porn looked different than the romance of movies, and neither of them were honest. It was all acting, that much I knew. Was Caleb acting for me now? Was I acting for him? What did I want from him?

“Turn around,” I said after a moment. Caleb blinked, but he shifted a half turn on his feet so his back was to me. I moved up behind him and saw goosebumps break out on his neck and shoulders. I had seen those gorgeous shoulders before, when we had done our exploring last week, but that had been educational. Practical. Clinical. Now he was nearly naked in my living room, doing what I told him to do. I leaned in and cautiously pressed my lips to the back of his left shoulder. He jumped and inhaled but did not pull away. His skin prickled again, and I slowly pressed kisses down the length of his spine until I reached his waistband. He shifted a little, but it wasn’t to move away. Perhaps my human was ticklish. I hesitated before darting just the tip of my pointed tongue out to dip into the crease at the base of his spine. Caleb jumped again, but he didn’t pull back. “Is that all right?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled and repeated the brush of my tongue before kissing my way back up his spine. My final kiss was pressed to his right shoulder, where the burned skin puckered together. I hesitated just a moment before giving his shoulder a light nip. I had no teeth, just the hard palate, and I made sure to keep it gentle. Caleb let out a soft exhale, and I felt his whole body relax under me. He had been so tense, and I hadn’t realized it. Maybe if I could surprise him, he would relax further. “Do you trust me?” I asked in his ear.

“Yeah,” Caleb said, his voice surprisingly soft.

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