Page 25 of Spinning Out of Control

He blushed, and I felt his left arm pull, like he wanted to try to cover his face, but it wasn’t getting out of the webbing that manacled him. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” I realized with a spark of delight that he couldn’t move his arms or his head to cover his face. I reached up my hand to stroke it over his right cheek. “You’re perfect, and beautiful, and amazing, and you need to know that and hear it all the time.”

Caleb bit his lip, trying to shake his head. “Teracht-”

“Mm. Maybe I’ll just leave you tied up here until you believe me,” I said lightly. Not that I had any intention of doing that, but I thought it sounded good. He must have thought so too, because his uncovered hips gave a small jerk. I grinned and slid down his frame to where his cock gave a pulse under the red fabric. The wet patch there was growing, and I ran my thumb over it curiously. He sucked in a breath. He felt hot and silky through the material. I glanced up at him, rubbing my thumb over the spot again. “You like that?”

“Yeah.” The word was only an exhalation of breath.

I hadn’t intended for this to turn into anything sexual, but Caleb tangled in my web, his cock straining the fabric, was absolutely gorgeous, and I wanted to watch him squirm. I leaned in and placed my mouth a bit hesitantly over the bulge of cotton, letting my breath warm it. He let out a whine.

I stroked my fingers over it again. “May I?” I asked, motioning with my head to his need.

Caleb let out a soft moan. “Yes,” he said, his voice husky.

I reached in and pulled his cock out through the slit of his boxer briefs. The head of his dick glistened with fluid, and it gave a pulse in my hand eagerly. The skin was so soft, and I traced my fingers carefully over it. Caleb moaned, his hips giving a little thrust, the only movement he could make. The vibrations went through my web, and heat surged inside of me once more. “Teracht…”

“Yes?” I purred, stroking my fingers over the head of his cock, getting the stickiness between my fingers.

“Touch me,” he pleaded.

I laughed, stroking my fingers over the head again. “I will, pet, I will,” I said. His eyes went wide at the sudden nickname, and I couldn’t stop a giggle. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tongue catching his lower lip.

“What was that?” I prompted, removing my hand from his straining dick.

Caleb groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes, sir,” he said.

“Yes, sir, what?” I said, wrapping my hand around his shaft and giving it a very light squeeze, not sure of my own strength or the delicateness of his human flesh. It seemed that he liked it though, because his moan got louder.

“What?” he asked, swallowing hard.

I grinned, sliding up his body so we were pressed together. I felt his cock push against the stiff hair of my abdomen, and he gasped at the sensation. “Do you like it when I call you ‘pet?’”

Caleb groaned and tried to nod but couldn’t, so he forced out, “Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir, what?” I prompted again, letting one of my feet brush the underside of his dick. He gasped at the sensation, and I wondered how strange that was for him. “Tell me what you like.”

He took a deep breath, causing the web to quiver, and said, “Yes, sir, I like it when you call me ‘pet.’”

I nearly danced for joy at his words, but instead I rewarded him with an eager kiss, sliding my hand down his body to grasp his shaft a little tighter than before and give it a firm stroke. He moaned into my mouth, making me shiver, and I reached up to grab the top of his hair with my other hand, tipping his head back so I could thrust my tongue into his mouth. He let out a strangled “mmrf” sound, but his tongue tangled eagerly with mine. I was finding that kissing him and stroking him was taking a lot of coordination on my part. Luckily, I was used to multi-tasking. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft as my tongue battled his own, his teeth grinding on my lips. He whined, squirming against the ties that bound him, and the motion of the webbing was like music going through my body, his muscles pulsing and causing my webs to vibrate in such a glorious way that it made my body heat all over and warm me like I was lying in the sun.

He gave a sharp thrust of his hips into my touch with a cry against my mouth, and my hand and abdomen were suddenly covered in sticky fluid. I pulled back in surprise, glancing down to see the result of what I had wrought from him. I had watched plenty of porn this last week, with men orgasming into their own hands, onto the faces or chests or backs of others, but seeing it here now, instead of impersonally through a screen, was fascinating. I lifted the hand to my mouth, flicking out my tongue to taste his release curiously. Salty and thick, it was unlike anything I had experienced before. I spread my fingers, watching the sticky juices stretch between them like tiny webs.

Caleb was still breathing deeply, each one causing my web to shiver. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back where I still held him by the hair. I released my hold on it, letting the silky, gold strands melt through my fingers. He relaxed back with a sigh, his eyes peeking open to reveal a sliver of blue.

“All right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low and husky.

“Good.” I laid my hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it beneath the cocoon. “But I didn’t give you permission to orgasm.”

He blinked, and then the most adorable red blush spread across his face. “I’m sorry, sir, you’re right.”

I smirked, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’ll forgive it this one time, we’re both still learning.”

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

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