Page 24 of Spinning Out of Control

That was good enough for me. I wrapped my arms and several sets of my legs around him, lifting him almost effortlessly off the ground, and tossed him. He let out a yelp as he flew through the air, a flail of arms and legs, and landed safely on my web, the strands moving only enough to absorb his speed and return to their place, as if I had tossed him onto a mattress. He let out a gasp of breath as he sprawled there, on his back. In another instant, I was over him, pinning him down with the bulk of my abdomen. “All right?”

“Fuck… Yeah.” The words came out a little strangled, and I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, but his eyes did not hold fear as he gazed up at me. “God, you’re strong.”

I beamed. He seemed to like that about me. I liked it too. “I am,” I said, dropping my voice to what I hoped was a seductive purr, though I had little experience speaking that way. I grabbed his left arm and stretched it out. Before he could make any other movements, I began to quickly spin, weaving my web around his wrist until an almost solid cuff of white, gossamer spider silk held his arm in place. He watched it with fascination; I could feel the nervous tension in his body again, but I did my best to make sure I worked quickly and carefully. “You won’t be able to break that,” I said, giving the thread connecting it a twang, the reverberation going through the web, myself, and him. “You’ll only be freed when I let you go. Or if you safe word,” I added hastily, giving him a reassuring smile. The last thing I wanted to do right now was scare him. Well, maybe scare him in a good way. Was there a sexy way to scare someone? If there was, that was what I wanted. I wanted him to feel the power I had over him, to know that he was helpless in my web, trapped, my prey, my plaything, unless I felt like letting him go. And I didn’t want to. Just seeing his one wrist bound to my web sent a heat through me that I had not known before.

Caleb gave a cursory struggle. I watched his arm muscles flex as he shifted and tugged at the restraint, but I was right. He wasn’t going anywhere. He turned his eyes back to me. I smiled hopefully. “Is that all right?”

“Yes,” he said.

A little disappointment lurched in me. I had to be confident and speak up and tell him what I wanted. He had told me he wanted me to be honest. He was trusting me, so I had to do the same in return. “Yes, what?” I prompted.

He blinked in confusion for a moment. “Yes, sir?” he asked, making it question.

I pressed my mouth to his in a rewarding kiss, and he returned it, his right forearm resting on the spot where my neck connected to my shoulder, like he would hold my hair if he could. I was pressed up against him, and I realized as I shifted above him that he was hard underneath the fabric of his underwear, a small spot of wet already forming there. I had never been the object of someone’s sexual desire before, and that felt strange, but also amazing.

I pulled back to study him. He wouldn’t slide on my web, and his left arm was anchored in place. And I had no idea what to do next. Here he was, trapped, at my mercy, and my own inexperience was showing. “Um… wh… what do you want me to do?” I asked, sure my voice was a little shaky.

“Uh…” Caleb glanced around too, his cheeks a little pink. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

Caleb hesitated for a moment. “Why don’t you wrap me up with webbing? So I can see what it’s like.”

I let out a breath and nodded. That seemed logical and also pretty safe. I was used to wrapping prey up tightly with the intent of preventing it from escaping so I could feed. I wasn’t going to wrap him like that; I’d suffocate him that way. “All right. Tell me if something is too tight.”

“Do you have to spin me to wrap me up?” he asked.

I blinked, then realized that when I had demonstrated my capture technique to him with the juice bottle, I had spun the bottle dizzyingly fast to wrap it. Mostly that was to disorient the prey so it couldn’t fight anyway. I doubted his human body would be able to handle that sort of speed and force, and he seemed to realize it too. “No!” I said, a little louder than I meant to, and I dropped my voice down again when Caleb jumped slightly. “No. Not at all. I can wrap you up in any number of ways just by using my legs to guide the webbing. And I can do it as fast or as slow as you want.”

He nodded, watching me as I slid down and positioned myself by his bare feet. I ran one of my feet up the underside of his sole, and he jerked. Ah, another ticklish spot. I made a mental note of that before beginning to spin. My legs moved to help wrap around Caleb, passing the webbing around him and through the fibers of the web he was lying on. In almost no time, I had his right leg covered up to the hip in webbing, not too sticky, but enough that he wouldn’t be able to move it.

“You’re really fast,” he commented as I switched to the other side, already halfway up his leg to his knee.

“Thank you,” I said without looking up from what I was doing to ensure I did not hurt him. “Is that too tight?”

“No,” he said, trying to give his legs an experimental pull that I felt along the webbing, but they may as well have been encased in stone. “I really am stuck though.”

“Yes, you are,” I said before sliding up him a little. With his legs spread like that, his cock jutted inside of his underwear. He looked beautiful. I knew he didn’t think it of himself anymore, but to me, the twisted, discolored skin was interesting and different, and it was hardly the worst injury I had ever seen after living in the monster world.

I bypassed his groin and began to weave just above his hips, wrapping him up so he couldn’t move his chest except to breathe. “All right?” I asked him. “Take a few breaths for me.”

He nodded slowly and did as I asked. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips before returning to my spinning, using my feet to pull and weave the web up by his throat, lightly pinning his head in place, threading carefully so as not to catch his gorgeous hair. I felt him swallow against the webbing at his throat. “Still breathing okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, letting out a soft exhale. I began to loop my webbing around his shortened right arm. This was the one area I was concerned about, as most of Caleb’s injuries were focused on his right arm, shoulder, and neck, as well as his missing hand. I did not want to wrap him too tightly, in case the skin was extra sensitized, but I also did not want him to be able to move so as not to rub his damaged skin on my web, which I thought might be just as unpleasant as squeezing. Caleb watched me, his blue eyes wide and solemn, until I reached where his forearm abruptly ended, curling a few more strands around it to keep the whole thing pinned to my web.

I finally turned back to him. Only his left arm, face, and groin area were free of my webbing, and there was a slight tremble in his left hand that made me worried. I reached up and tangled my fingers with his, giving them a light squeeze. “Are you all right? Are you hurting anywhere?”

Caleb tried to shake his head, but my webbing kept him from being able to move his head much. “No, it just feels weird,” he admitted. “But good. I think I like it. It doesn’t hurt anywhere.”

I nodded, stroking several of my feet over his wrapped right side. “It is not bothering your skin here?”

“No,” he said, sounding a little surprised. “Not at all. The bandages I had to wear were more irritating than this. This feels… ‘Good’ maybe isn’t the right word. Secure?”

I smiled. He was definitely secure. “As long as I’m not hurting you,” I said, giving him another sweet kiss. He whimpered when I pulled away, though I don’t think he meant to.

“What do you think?” he asked, rolling his eyes down to indicate his enmeshed form. “Do you like this?”

My mouth was watering a little as I followed his gaze down his body. “I do,” I said. “You’re beautiful.”

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