Page 84 of Carnival
“As I said,’’ he leans in, kissing my throat. “This is your punishment.’’
“What do you plan on doing to me?”
“You’ll see,’’ he chuckles, and I can already imagine his smirk. “Blindfolding and tying you up is just the beginning. I’ll drive you absolutely mad, but I can also promise you’ll end up fucking loving it.’’
“That doesn’t sound too promising.’’
Effortlessly, James rips the shirt off me — his shirt. My upper body is left bare to his eyes, and I don’t need to see him to know that he’s staring at my chest hungrily. His fingers graze my soft flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
“I absolutely adore your tits,’’ he moans, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. My body arches into his mouth, and he takes as much as possible in, sucking and gently biting on it. His hand reaches to play with the other, rolling my nipple between his fingers and tugging on it. “I’ll tattoo my name on your fucking tits, hellion. Now that would be one hell of a sight, wouldn’t you agree?”
A string of moans comes from me, and all reason is out the window. Whatever he wants, I’m ready to give it to him right now. So, I manage a weak nod; the feeling of his tongue on my chest, combined with the fact that my movements and eyesight are restricted, creates a wave of fire that starts burning from within.
He pulls back, then dips his fingers back into my shorts, this time into my underwear too, stroking my clit. He doesn’t push his fingers into me and simply works on my aching, swollen clit.
“So wet for me,’’ he murmurs. “But as I promised, this isn’t even half of it, hellion.’’
“What are you planning?” I ask again, breathless.
And that’s when I feel it, my entire body going rigid.
Those small, hairy legs. I can feel a few crawling up on my knees, one on the side of my stomach making its way up to my chest, and the last one right on my inner thigh, close to where James’ fingers are.
He let his fucking spiders crawl all over me.
Panic sets in me, my heart rapidly beating against my ribcage, threatening to jump right out. Cold sweat starts dripping from my forehead, and I’m frozen in the spot while he continues to stroke my clit.
“James, take them off me,’’ I whine.
“Not a chance,’’ he murmurs, then gently takes the blindfold off. “They won’t hurt you.’’
A gasp comes from me when I take in the sight. James starts ripping off my underwear and the thin sleeping shorts I have on, all while his little pets make themselves comfortable all over my body.
The spider — the black widow male, fucking Steve — sits between my breasts, his ugly, long legs splayed all over. His small body is in a deeper shade of grey, and I can’t focus on anything but the way his little eyes are staring at me. He’s ugly.
“James, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t move these pests off me, I’m taking them to Aria’s pet snake as a snack.’’
“You won’t,’’ he mumbles, confidently.
Words get stuck in my throat, and a moan follows when he dips his middle finger into me. He starts pumping it in and out, at a slower pace, while the spider close to him has its legs right next to my clit.
My eyes dart between all the spiders that are crawling comfortably all over my body; my skin crawls at the sight.
I’ve never been scared of spiders per se, but I’ve never had any desire to keep them as pets, much less to have them crawling all over me, and for one to be so close to my pussy. James stares at the spiders, then glances at me.
His eyes are mad.
He is mad.
He adds a second finger, my moans getting louder and more throaty. The reaction to him, despite the bizarre situation, is still incredibly big. Whatever he does to me has an equal, if not stronger, reaction. At this point, I’m certain he could fuck me while we’re lying in a snake’s hibernaculum, and I’d still focus more on his cock in me than on the actual snakes that are around us.
“James,’’ I gasp, the spiders crawling from my legs up to my stomach. The one on my chest starts going up, his legs reaching for my cheek. My eyes squeeze shut, and that’s when James decides to add a third finger.
Everything inside me is set on fire. Every time James strokes that sweet spot inside me, every time the spiders move an inch, their legs stroking my skin, and the unmistakable, dark look that James is giving me.
I could thrash, toss, and turn, even scream for him to let me go, but I don’t. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks —he stayed true to his words. The cage he put me in is a mental one, but it’s very much there, and he holds the key. The key that I’ll never see, and I’ll forever stay caged in the darkness that is James.
Tears stream down my cheeks, my vision blurry. Yet, despite the tears, I can’t hold back moans or the way my body arches whenever James pushes his fingers deeper into me. A smirk is on his face, his free hand soothingly stroking my hip.
