"Spider, stop joking," she said, trying to sound lighthearted, but Peter could easily detect the worry underneath. "What's with the webs all of a sudden? You're not going to give me to the police, right? After all, they were the ones that attacked me. I'm completely innocent."
"You're innocent?" Peter said softly, mockingly, as he stood behind her, his breath caressing her neck through her white mane, causing a shiver to pass over her skin.
"Well," she said in re-approach. "I was stealing from another criminal this time, doesn't it count for anything? It's practically a good deed."
"I should call the police and tell them your location," he whispered into her ear, and she stiffened. "But, I fear that it would be a pity for a beauty like you. I don't want to imagine what would happen to you in prison… What to do?"
"You can always set me free," she offered.
"Maybe," Peter murmured. "But then how are you going to learn your lesson…"
"You can punish me yourself," she whispered, the seductress back in full force.
Peter smiled, a hungry smile that she remained unaware of because he was still behind her. "Not a bad idea," he whispered, observing her excitement rising. "But I fear that you cannot handle my punishment."
"Look who got an inflated sense of self-confidence," she countered, feeling confident without the threat of police not hanging on her head. "I can handle anything you can dish, Spider-Boy."
Peter said nothing but just walked in front of her. For a moment, he stood in front of her, examining her face, her eyes diluted in excitement, her lips parted slightly to allow her quickened breathing. He had been aware that she was attracted to him, but he always held back, not wanting to compromise himself with a relationship with a criminal.
Not a problem with his new attitude in life, he decided as he took a hold of her zipper that cut across her torso, slowly dragging down, every silent click of the zipper echoing off the walls, getting louder. For a moment, neither said anything, Peter because he chose to stay silent, and she was busy hyperventilating with excitement. He smiled, a smile that was colored with a touch of surprise. He had known that Black Cat had a crush on him, but he hadn't thought it to be a level that would push her this far just by a touch. "If you are this confident," he said, dragging his words in a replication of his treatment of her zipper. "Why don't we spice things up with a small bet."
"Let's hear it," she said, her caution trying to reign in her excitement, but with limited success.
"I'll have one hour, one hour that I wouldn't touch you. No skin to skin contact at all, and I'll leave you a wrecked mess, begging for more. If I can't, I let you free, no questions asked. If I can, I'll have one night with you. One night that I'll visit you in your bed unannounced, and will make you my toy for the night, nothing restricted, nothing forbidden, no safe words."
Just the idea was enough to send her breathing to a hyperdrive, but she was still able to catch one important detail. "But you don't know where I live because of the mask…"
"Yes," Peter said gleefully. "If I win, I also take your mask as a trophy." She opened her mouth to object, but Peter cut her short. "Of course, if you're afraid, tell me so. There is always the chance that I would take pity on you and let you go free, if you can manage to beg emphatic enough," he said, underlining the word pity, knowing she wouldn't allow a hit on her pride, not to mention her raging arousal that etched itself to her face.
"Bring it on, Spider, but with one addition. When you fail, you're my toy for a week instead."
"Deal," Peter said as he leaned towards her lips, almost touching, his breath caressing her skin.
He stayed there a moment, feeling her heartbeat boosting just by the proximity. Then, he leaned down to her neck, blowing his breath hard on her skin, abusing his power to the max to examine her reaction. "Good idea, but terrible execution," she said with an arrogant laugh. "You really do have an elevated perception of your own prowess, don't you honey. But don't worry, I'm going to teach you your rightful place under my sexy heels, and you're going to enjoy it a lot."
Peter said nothing, just continued exploring her body, using the access that was provided by her unzipped suit to his benefit. He wasn't afraid of her lack of reaction to his treatment, as the first pass was just a discovery phase, identifying what worked and what didn't. After blowing one last time, testing her at the point the zipper ended, low enough to give a beautiful hint of her core, and earning a beautiful shiver in response, he was ready for the second phase, the build up.
It didn't take long for her to realize the second pass was much more different than the first. He had a map of her body, sensitive points, kinks, dangerous spots. Her actions were an open book to him, their meanings deciphered, a book he used to guide his every action to maximize the impact, delivering a maddening caress without even laying a finger on her. First came her soft moans, easily contained by her lips. Then they got stronger, requiring the assistance of her teeth to prevent their escape, marring her beautiful lips with teeth marks. When the thirty minutes mark was reached, even biting her lips hard enough to almost draw blood wasn't enough, her pleasure filled cries filling the rooftop as her orgasm drove close by.
An orgasm that Peter had no intention of giving to her, which was the whole point of the last stage, the containment. The power behind his breathing slowed down to barely a whisper, a soft breeze caressing her skin continuously, keeping her close to edge, just a hair's breadth away, a proximity that would be impossible to maintain without his powers.
He decided to deliver something even more evil. He pinned his watch to a point where it could be seen easily by her, destroying her perception about the speed of the time. With her mind burning with a desire to reach the climax, the time slowed for her, every second a torture.
"Stop," she whispered barely five minutes later, her voice frazzled with a desire, the need in her tone enough to send an old man into a heart attack. But Peter didn't, just continued his unusual torture. "Please, stop," she repeated, louder. "You win, so please let me go."
"Good girl," he said, patting her head gently. "Now, was that so hard." He examined her body. "Is it okay if I left you like that. The webbing will melt in about an hour, leaving you free."
"No," she exclaimed, panic cutting through the delirium of arousal. "Don't leave me, not without a release."
Peter smiled. "You're not referring to the web, are you, you naughty girl." She shook her head in panic, her need overcoming her standoffish mannerism. "I'll let you, but with one condition. You are not allowed to touch yourself until my visit, agreed?"
She was too helpless to reject. "I do," she whispered. "So, please, for the love of all holy and wicked, fuck me!"
"Not so fast, miss kitten, let's not ruin the main event. But I guarantee that you'll find the previews extremely satisfying as well." Then, without waiting for a response, he leaned and captured her lips. It wasn't like a kiss that he shared with Gwen, or even Liz. Those were soft, teasing kisses. This one was a burning assault of domination, merciless, limitless, enhanced by the fact that she was in no condition to fight back. Even that kiss was enough to make her climax, but Peter wanted it to be an explosion without a match. He slid his fingers down her suit until her burning nether lips were at the mercy of his fingers. And they had no mercy to bestow.
Her climax was beautiful, the webs around her arms only thing kept her upright. Peter didn't give her even a second, both his tongue and his fingers delivering their assault with full force. Her second climax exploded a few bare minutes after the first, but this time, Peter cut the webs that were holding her immobile, and she fell on her knees.
Before she could recover, Peter tied her arms behind her back, tight enough to hurt a bit. He had a feeling she would enjoy that. Then, he pulled his shaft off his costume and pushed to her lips. "It's payback time, kitty cat. Open wide."
She did, helpless under his touch and he pushed hard enough that his cock was lodged into her throat, the sound of her gagging filling the opening, but surprisingly, she leaned forward even more, still docile. Her act of submission was a surprise, though a welcome one. He decided not to miss the opportunity to cut loose, put his hands on the back of her head, and pushed until she lost her ability to breathe, with occasional breaks to make sure she didn't faint.
He welcomed the moment he finally got his well-deserved release and started filling her mouth with his seed. "Don't waste a drop," he ordered, but it was an impossibility, his shaft filling her mouth faster than she could handle in her dazed state. Still, she put a valiant effort, managing to swallow a significant amount, the rest oozing from her chin, falling on her spectacular breasts.
He cut the webbings once more, letting her free. Then, before she could react, he reached for her mask. "Let's see the beauty hidden behind the mask," he added, and pulled back, examining the elegant face that lied beneath, licking his lips with anticipation. He was going to have so much fun with her. "Tell me your name," he whispered, an order despite all its softness.
"Felicia," she murmured, drunk. "Felicia Hardy."
"Well met, Felicia," he said, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her cheek. "It's a pleasure to be your acquaintance." Then, before she could say anything, he pulled back, fixed his costume, and jumped off the building, leaving a dazed villainess watching him disappear.
It took more than an hour for him to return back to his hotel because he decided to follow her. Not because he needed to learn where she lived, which he could find out easily now that he knew her face and name, but to make sure nothing happened to her. After their encounter, she was half drunk, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get captured by a group of two-bit criminals. He didn't think there were many criminals that could resist a taste of her, especially when she was already sex-drunk and stained with cum.
He was back at the hotel after playing ghost escort to Felicia. He carefully slid through the window after making sure there were no cameras recording that particular one. Gwen was still sleeping comfortably, he was happy to note. He took a quick shower and slid back to the bed, his arms tight around her as the sleep finally arrived, despite the momentary flash arousal as his naked body pressed hers. She was still going to be in the there, he convinced himself.
It was a bit after the sunrise he had woken up, Gwen still breathing softly in his arms. His erection was awake even before, finding it hard to rest while keeping contact with such an angelic body, free for it to defile. Still, he didn't attempt to wake her up, enjoying her immobile warmth pressing his body. It was calming, like a beautiful sunrise. He only slipped out of the bed to brush his teeth, then returned to her warm embrace.
He hadn't had to wait for long for awakening. Gwen soon started moving, first still groggy after sleep, but her movements gained a conscious imperative soon after. Peter kept his eyes closed, curious about how she was going to act. First, she started caressing his body, but it was a weak, fleeting touch, like she was afraid to wake him up, but still wanting to make sure he was real.
Minutes passed, her hands stayed over his body, but the sensation behind her touch changed, replaced with a lazy satisfaction, with an added dose of arousal that got stronger with each passing second. Soon, her hands were scouring his body with a desire she barely kept in check. He still kept asleep, even when she slid out of the bed.
She stepped out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her, he watched from his parted eyes. He still acted asleep. Then, she stepped out of her towel and moved closer to the bed, prowling. She pulled the cover off his body carefully and leaned forward his shaft.
Her attention started with a soft kiss, managing to awaken him into a full mast once more. Then, she parted her lips, imprisoning the head in a fiery prison. Peter let out a soft moan, letting her know that she was in the right direction. Peter lay his eyes closed as Gwen slowly conducted a test run on his shaft, trying to acquaintance herself. It lasted for almost an hour, an hour filled with a countless amount of kisses, licks, and failed attempts to hide his shaft from the sight, but she finally succeeded at earning her reward. A reward that surprised her with its intensity as it sprung without warning, painting her face white.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, trying his best not to laugh at her shocked expression, knowing she wouldn't appreciate it. "What a pretty alarm clock you are."
"I try," Gwen said, a large smile taking the place of her shock, and she lay next to him, her head resting on his chest. "It's so comfortable," she murmured in satisfaction. "I just wish that we didn't have to go to the school."
"Sweetheart, the checkout is at 2 p.m, and you're miserably wrong if I intend to leave before trying out every room in the suit." She was about to say something, but his fingers reached for her nipples, twisting, replacing her words with a promising cry…
"It was an amazing day, Peter," she murmured as she wrapped his arms around his neck for one last, lingering kiss. "I would like to invite you inside, but…"
Peter kissed her once more, not needing for her to finish the sentence. After all, he knew what exactly she was talking about. Galvanized by her performance in the morning, Gwen had claimed she had indeed effective enough to keep his desires in check, and there was no need for another woman. He could have mentioned that it was inaccurate, because he needed to go out in the middle of the night to abuse an infamous villain just to be able to sleep, but since he wasn't a total idiot, he chose to leave Gwen in the dark about that particular detail. Instead, he challenged her to stay conscious for the next hour as he cut loose. Gwen agreed.
It took twenty minutes for her to faint with pleasure.
The good side was, it finally convinced Gwen that it might be linked to his powers. On the negative side, it made nearly impossible for Gwen to walk unaided. A good sleep would have allowed her to mostly recover, but he had a feeling that she would have a distinctive stumble tomorrow at school. "I understand, honey," he said, stole one last kiss, and then watched her turn and disappear into her apartment, his eyes stuck on her shapely ass. He wondered just how long it was going to take for him to convince her to experiment at her backdoor.
Not having anything to do, he decided to go back to home, hoping to rest a bit before going out for an evening patrol, though his arrival was delayed with another costumed idiot with new powers, calling himself Captain Catastrophe, trying to rob a bank via using some kind of shock-wave. He was careful enough not to hurt any civilian, limiting his damage to structures, so Peter just gift-wrapped him with his webs, careful not to damage him any other way. Then he gave a cheerful wave to the crowd and disappeared.
"Where are you, Peter," was the first thing her aunt said when she saw him.
"I told you that I was going to stay in a friend, auntie," he said, genuinely confused about her reaction.
"Not that, silly boy," she said, shaking her head in a good-natured exasperation. "You promised to be here for the date, remember? So, go upstairs and change. She is going to be here in less than ten minutes."
"Right," Peter said with a sigh. He wasn't really enthusiastic about dating whichever nice girl his aunt came up with, especially since his night was filled with two goddesses named Felicia and Gwen. There were a few girls that could even come close to matching them, and it was near impossible to find one of them in a blind date, especially since it was arranged by his aunt and her friend.
"Don't be like that Pete," she said, mock shaking the spoon she was holding. Mary Jane is a really nice girl, and very beautiful. Also, she's already at a sophomore at college, so I'm sure she's smart enough for you."
"Of course she is, auntie," he said, and leaned forward, holding her aunt in a surprise tickle attack.
"Get away, you scallion, you're going to be late."
"Sure, auntie," he answered and walked away, leaving her behind, chuckling. Since he had already taken a shower before leaving the hotel, he just changed his clothes and applied some deodorant. He was tempted to ditch the date, but her aunt already promised that he would be there, and he would hate to make a liar out of her. Still, he knew that the date would be a disaster, he didn't have much expectations from a girl in college that agreed to date a high school senior, neither in smarts nor in beauty. But a promise was a promise.
He was climbing down the stairs when he heard the doorbell ring. "I got it, aunt," he said even as he walked towards the door. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. He opened the door…
Only to freeze in a surprise. The girl that was waiting at the other side of the door was nothing less than a small miracle, tall, thin, beautiful, and to top it all, deliciously redheaded. "Mary Jane?" he asked, wanting to confirm, because the last thing he expected for her to be his actual blind date.
"Face it tiger…" she said with a smile on her face, though Peter could easily catch a soft teasing edge in her tone. "You just hit the jackpot."