Peter couldn't help but smile as he drove away. He had just dropped his date back to her home, and aftermath, he was able to catch the short discussion between Mary Jane and her aunt, his enhanced hearing coming useful once more. He reckoned that it was not the nicest thing to do, messing with her head like that. But after yet another date was cut short by a stupid guy who decided that best thing to do with his new powers was to rob a bank, where he assumed that Peter Parker had lost his chances with his sexy date, he decided to pass the flag to his alter-ego instead.
The success of his superhero identity in seduction wasn't too surprising. Not only Spider-Man had its general reputation for his benefit, but it was also the face he wore while saving his life. The mystery from the mask was just a nice bonus, pulling back the difficulty to a trivial level.
It was her response when he met her without the costume that managed to surprise him. He had expected nothing more than a cold dismissal. Her confused embrace as they drove back was a welcome change. Somehow, she managed to subconsciously managed to recognize him.
It was a novel experience for him, making him unable to reject the opportunity to mess with her. After all the time being cock-blocked by his costume, he wasn't willing to stop when the reverse finally happened. And it was good that he did, the results were spectacular. Memories flashed in front of his eyes as he drove through the streets of New York, their heat contrasting with the chill of the night. But there was another, less welcome, effect of his memories. His pants were getting tighter. In times like this, enhanced arousal was quickly becoming a chore. He would have turned back to pay another visit to Mary Jane, but she was already too confused. His appearance would overwhelm her, regardless of whether she had seen him as Peter Parker or Spider-Man.
She wouldn't, but that didn't mean Peter hadn't had other options, such as a certain burglar who still owed him a full night. A full night without restriction, with a girl that could handle quite a bit of physical punishment. And she would do it gladly if her dress was any indicator. No one without a fetish for bondage would go around with a skin-tight leather suit.
He was glad that he took that break while taming Gwen. Losing such a promising beauty to Kingpin's grip would have been such a waste. A sexy criminal with a code of morality flexible enough to let Peter cut loose, added to a body strong enough to handle a bit of rough treatment… She was a treasure he was glad to capture…
But first, he had a stop to make. He drove back to his home, spending just enough time there to park his bike and convince his aunt that he was going for an early night. Then, he sneaked out of his bedroom window, once again dressed in his blue and red costume.
He was excited enough to explode when he arrived at Felicia's apartment, which was unfortunate because it was currently empty. She was probably at work, he reasoned. Waiting for her to arrive was an option, of course, but there was no point of wasting all that time while waiting for her. He started patrolling. He swung between the skyscrapers of New York a couple of hours, and in the process, stopping two break-ins, one late night bank robbery, and several mugging attempts. All told, a nice evening. During that, he checked for a second time, only to see the apartment was still empty.
His third attempt was luckier. He noticed Felicia jumping from roof to roof when she was a block away from her home. She was dressed in her leather jumpsuit, of course, its zipper pulled down generously, displaying a delicious amount of cleavage. A new mask was on her face, which was inevitable since the previous one lay in a hidden compartment in his room, his trophy from their latest encounter.
He chose not to alert her of his presence, silently following her instead. He wanted to see her in her natural state before he interjected himself. Stalking her turned out to be an enjoyable activity. Her skin-tight leather suit displayed her body beautifully as she jumped from roof to roof, each movement rippling on her skin perfectly.
When Felicia slid into her apartment, using a small window, strategically covered to prevent any observers -unless they were on the rooftop like Peter was- and closed it after passing. Peter was willing to do the same, but stopped after noticing an important detail. That detail wasn't the fact that she closed the window, which could never keep him out, or activated the security system, which would take only a second for him to disengage.
No, he stopped, because he could see her reaching the zipper of her suit. He might have preferred to remove it himself under the normal circumstances, but he noticed a certain hunger in her movement. He kept away, wanting to watch what she was about to start.
The decision proved accurate. Felicia pulled herself out her jumpsuit with rapid movements, throwing it to a corner a moment later, leaving her underwear -again black- as her only cover, if one discounted the mask. Peter waited for her to remove them as well, but she didn't do it, choosing to reach to a drawer instead. When she pulled back, there was a certain buzzing implement in her hand, which was traditionally used to meet certain female needs. When she threw herself on the bed, her underwear was still on. But with her bra pulled to the side, and her panties dropped around her knees, they didn't exactly count as dressed.
There was a certain hunger in her movements as she brought the device towards her knob. She triggered its electrical motor, filling the room with the buzz of its artificial tremors. Her lips parted open, letting out a few moans. "Oh, Spider," she moaned, her wide shut with pleasure. "Harder, faster!"
He felt his arousal spiking even further, which was understandable. It was normal, he thought. After all, there was no straight man that could resist the sight of this exotic beauty, calling his name as she rocked with enthusiasm, enhanced with a certain application of self-care. It was lucky that his previous encounter with Mary Jane was enough to blunt the impact, allowing him to resist the sight momentarily.
But he had no intention of keeping her waiting for too long. He swung nearer to her window. A moment's interaction with the cables, and her security system was temporarily disabled. The window slid open a moment later, allowing him to slip inside without alerting her. "Spider-Man!" she exclaimed a second later, making him worry that he had been caught, but a glance was enough to make sure her eyes were still closed. It was her imagination again, he reasoned. Their last encounter was still playing strong in her mind.
He closed the window behind him, happy that she had missed the significance of the sudden rush of chilly air, or too distracted to care. He took a seat on the leather couch directly across the bed, giving him a prime view of Felicia as she caressed her body with an unmet desire. It was a bedroom that was deserving of its penthouse status, filled with well crafted ornate furniture, the walls adorned by several well-known paintings. Interestingly, none of the paintings were stolen to his knowledge. But it was probably her sense of preservation, not wanting to have evidence of her adventures in such a convenient location.
Examining the decoration took a backseat the moment Felicia's lips parted open, carrying his name in their delicious curve. Her body was trembling in pleasure as she continued to massage herself, her moans echoing off the walls. Her white hair stuck to her sweaty body, tangled with her mask, white contrasting with black. Soon, her cries intensified, cluing to him that she was about to get the first climax of the evening.
But Peter wanted to be only one that was responsible for her climaxes tonight. "Amazing show," Peter said, clapping slowly.
Felicia jumped in panic, trying to balance herself on the bed in a defensive stance. But even for someone as flexible as her, it was a difficult challenge. Not only she was caught in a total surprise, but the surface that she was trying to balance herself on was also extremely soft, making her job even harder. Her panties, tangled around her ankles, wasn't any help, nor her prematurely aborted orgasm. But despite all, after a brief struggle, she managed to stand in the middle of the room in a martial arts stance, ready to defend herself. Peter couldn't help but smile when he noticed she raised her toy like a club, ready to smash him in the head.
Peter said nothing, waiting for her to process the situation. It took just a second for her to realize that there was no impending attack, and another one passed until she could realize the significance of his presence. "Spider, what an unexpected surprise," she managed to mumble. She turned slightly sideways, leveraging her legs to hide the treasure between her legs. She lowered her impromptu weapon, but didn't try to hide her body further. "What brings you here?" she added, trying to sound casual. A difficult task she almost pulled off. Too bad he could easily hear her quickened heartbeats.
"I was out, patrolling the streets when I saw a familiar figure," Peter explained. "And since I had nothing else to do for the evening, I decided it was a good time to take the fruits of my bet."
"You were here from the beginning," she murmured in shock, a blush creeping to her face despite her best effort.
"Yep, I was," Peter answered. "I chose not to say anything. I would be a poor guest if I distracted a lady from her task, wouldn't I?" He did so, of course, but he correctly assumed that she wasn't going to call him on that.
"It wouldn't have been a bother," she answered as she shook her leg discreetly, untangling her panties. But instead of pulling them back on, she left them lying on the bed, trying to look dismissive of her own nakedness, only to fail once more. Not because she was uncomfortable being naked with him, thankfully, but rather, she was too excited to act nonchalant. She tried to hide her vulnerability, but it paled in comparison with her excitement she was feeling.
"Is that so," he answered while she moved to a chair closer to his seat, fixing her bra as she took the last few steps. She said nothing as she took her seat, crossing her legs strategically. Peter couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily. Felicia had a deadly sexiness even fully dressed. And now, with just a bra and a mask, her skin trembling occasionally with the stress of her unmet arousal, even a genius like him was unable to come up with a word to describe her beauty.
"So, welcome to my humble abode," Felicia drawled a few seconds later, her voice calmer. But it didn't bother him, as he could still see the emotions dancing behind her eyes. "What can I serve you? Beer, wine, or maybe hot milk with some cocoa?"
"I wouldn't say no to a nice cup of cocoa," Peter answered with a smirk, amused by her expression of disappointment that he disregarded her dig to his pride too easily. She was badly wrong if she thought she could affect him with such a juvenile jab. "But don't bother," he added as she started to move. "No need to waste time with beverages when we could do more interesting things."
"Such as?" she gasped, failing to keep her voice even.
"That would be telling," he said. "After all, the exact bet was for you to do everything I want for the whole night. Right?"
She tried to answer, but her throat didn't comply, choosing to hitch with excitement instead. She coughed, the blush that spread to her body easy to notice without her clothes to hide behind. "That is correct," she managed to add a couple of seconds later. "However, a gentleman would never disregard a lady's wishes just because of a bet, would he?"
"It's a good thing that I'm not a gentleman, then," Peter answered, aware that his smile could be seen over his uniform. "If I was a gentleman, I would be duty-bound to bring you to prison, rather than bothering to punish myself."
"Such a sacrifice," Felicia drawled as a smile invaded her face. "My hero."
"It's nice for you to realize the depths of my personal sacrifice," Peter said with a matching amusement. "Still, we have enough time to kill. Why don't you show me around the apartment before we start?"
"As you wish," Felicia said as she stood up, giving him a glimpse of her nether lips, even wetter than before. "Follow me." Peter stood up, following her as she walked through the corridor, briefly showing her rooms. Not that Peter paid attention to them, more interested in watching the sway of her naked bottom with each step she took.
"… and this is my living room," Felicia added, gesturing a huge, tastefully decorated room, with an impressive view of the city. "Shall we go back to the bedroom."
"No," Peter answered, cutting her explanation short even as he examined the huge window, one that had one of the best views he had seen from inside a building. "No need," he added before she could argue, walking towards the living room couch. "Your living room is more than sufficient for what I have in mind." He sat down, then patted the seat next to him. "Why don't you take a seat so we can watch the New York skyline before starting."
"Good idea," she said. She walked to him in the same slow, sensual walk she had been using for his whole visit, then plopped herself down. Not next to him, but to the middle of his lap. Peter wasn't exactly complaining, especially when the thin fabric of his costume did nothing to inhibit the sensations he received as she positioned herself directly on his shaft. "Is this comfortable," she asked as she wiggled, looking for a better fit.
"I can't complain," Peter answered. He wrapped his arms around her belly, feeling her wiry muscles under the soft wrap of her skin, her beauty hiding her power. He brought his fingers on her skin, feeling her increased blood-flow.
For a moment, he considered easing in, teasing her slowly until she begged for his shaft, a copy of what had happened during their previous encounter. But he decided against it, not wanting to be a copycat of himself. Instead, he brought his fingers to her bottom, giving her a little push. She started to slide up and down on his lap, treating his shaft with a beautiful massage. He waited until she raised her lap, then pushed the bottom of his costume down.
He grabbed her bottom as she lowered herself to his lap once more. She stopped in surprise when she realized a certain hard object was pressing against her entrance, but it was too late. He pulled, pushing his presence deep into her shaft. He ignored her cry, continuing to pull her until his sizable length disappeared completely into her snatch, sliding easily in her well-lubricated tunnel.
"Is there something wrong," he asked casually, like he was commenting about the weather as he raised her until only the crown remained in her warm embrace. Her mouth opened to answer, but he pulled her down once again before she could answer, replacing her words with another cry.
An amused smirk appeared on his lips, hidden by his mask. He impaled her roughly whenever she tried to say something, preemptively destroying her words. "No, nothing is wrong," she managed to say after several repeats, her voice strained. But despite her loud cries, Peter barely had to try to make her dance over his length. She was more than enthusiastic to follow his clues.
A minute later, he grabbed her legs and stood up, a movement which incidentally pushed his shaft even deeper into her tunnel. The position they shared a moment ago was nice, but it was a waste of potential, especially since she was going to be his toy for the night. Not that Peter had any intention of restricting that only for a night. Sexy and naughty, she was a treasure he would never let get away.
He walked towards the huge window, Felicia jumping on his lap with each step. On the way, he managed to pull off her bra without breaking the rhythm, leaving her mask as the only piece of clothing on her body. He pulled out, then dropped her on the ground without a warning. Not expecting to end up with the responsibility for her own balance, she stumbled, her hands pressing against her window for balance.
Just as planned, Peter thought as he sent two quick bursts of his web, pinning her wrists against the window. "Premature much-" she tried to joke, but he had no intention to let her finish that statement. With her hips conveniently present for his attention, he slammed into her, interrupting her insinuation with another cry. She struggled for a position that would let her gain some of her control, but she lacked the strength to achieve that, especially with Peter slamming inside her again and again.
Peter didn't need to watch her reflection to know she was about to climax, but it was still nice. Seeing her face, still covered with her mask, twisting in pleasure, was a good payback for all the times he had been chasing behind her, tortured by the sight of her leather-clad ass, and hints of her breasts. And now, with that same hips lay in front of him, bereft of even the little protection afforded by her sexy suit, there was nothing that prevented Peter from taking out his frustration.
And took off his frustrations, he did, slamming into her again and again, encouraged by her boundless cries. Her tits rubbed against the glass with each repeat, staining them beautifully. Soon, she was limp against the chilly surface, her improvised chains the only thing keeping her on her feet.
He continued impaling her, not giving her time to recover. "Spider," she managed to whisper between her gasps. "Just a second-" she tried to say, only to be interrupted by a slap to her bottom, transforming her words into a cry.
"Tonight, you're just a toy," he murmured into her ear, but he carefully used a dark, seductive tone. Her pleasure spiked even further, even though she started struggling once more, trying to fight against her designation. Peter let her so. She was a strong-willed woman, and it would take her quite a bit to learn her place. But a position change was in order.
He reached to the webs that pinned her in place, and a pull later, they were gone. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist to secure her in place, not wanting her to fall down. Then, he walked up the wall, assisted by his free hand, ignoring the panicked yelp from Felicia. "What are you doing," she yelped.
"Change of scenery," he answered as he moved on the ceiling. He continued until he was in the middle of the room, amused by her sudden panic. After all, it wasn't like she was unaccustomed to the distance between her feet and the ground. Maybe it was because she wasn't in control, Peter reasoned as he shuffled to make sure she was pinned securely between the ceiling and his body.
Assisted by the gravity, it was even easier to push his length fully into her tunnel, each repeat bringing out a louder cry. "So, miss criminal," Peter murmured. "Do you have any big heists planned?"
"Why would I tell you?" she managed to say between her cries. "I don't want you to be there to disrupt my plans."
"I had a change of heart," Peter answered with a shrug. "Hunting a non-violent criminal that targets the high-end jewelers and other junk isn't the best usage of my time. It's not like there is any actual harm." Peter let out a snort when her expression actually saddening. He didn't need his Spider-Sense to realize he just stepped on a big abandonment issue. He slapped her plump flesh to distract her. "Don't sulk, I'm not saying I'm going to stop chasing you. It's just that I'm not interested in the useless trinkets you managed to get anymore." He stopped for a second to put a slow, sensual kiss on her neck, contrasting greatly with the violent pushes of his hips. "I found a better treasure."
Felicia didn't answer, not that she needed to when he could easily read her approval from her shivers.
Also, don't forget to check my original writings in P/atreon/dirk_grey.