"So, what shall I do with you first? Hm," Felicia says, her finger circling around Peter's collarbone. Peter feels his whole body go numb trapped under the domineering Felicia. All he can focus on is the rapid beat of his heart and the wicked glint in Felicia's eyes. "I asked you a question," she says and then pinches Peter's collarbone causing Peter to sharply intake his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt? Let me kiss it and make it better."

Felicia bends down and places agonizingly slow kisses around the area she pinched, before suddenly bitting it. Peter lets out a groan from the bite and tries freeing his arms only for Felicia to keep them firmly in place.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh," she coos and wags her finger at him. "Did I say you could move?"

"N-no," Peter stutters.

"That's right. I did not. Looks like I'll have to punish you." She sits up and positions herself over Peter's dick. "You are not to move. Understand?" Peter wants to move so he can at least wipe away the sweat pouring down his face. "I said do you understand me?" She repeats and then grabs Peter's dick.

"Shit!" Peter curses. "Y-yes. Yes, I understand."

"Good." She grabs Peter's arms and then drops herself on his dick. Peter swears again as Felicia slowly wriggles on top of him, then picks up the pace, and then slows down.

"I-shit. I need to move…to feel you. Let me," Peter begs.

"Hmmm, what's the magic word?" Felicia asks, increasing the pressure of her ass on his dick while glancing at something beside Peter discarded clothes; smirking at Peter's pupils dilating and dick throbbing and begging for release.

"P-please-ohhhhh," he groans when Felicia's hands sink into his chest.

"Well, since you asked nicely," she chuckles. "The wall, stand there," she orders. Peter eagerly nods and she releases him. He stands to his feet and goes to the wall. He braces himself and his still quivering legs against it while giving a few relieved breathes.

Didn't expect her to cave so easily, Peter thinks. Guess I'll have to punish her now.

Peter turns to face Felicia and then suddenly his right hand is webbed to the wall. He looks from his hand and then at Felicia holding one of his web shooters, which she uses on his other hand and then both of his feet.

"Um…are you serious right now?" Peter asks.

"That and so much more," she says swaying over to Peter. She presses herself against him, making sure his dick receives the brunt of the pressure and smiles at the silent moan Peter takes.

"You can touch me, big guy, but not yet. I still need to make sure you can behave. I know you can break free from this webbing no problem. You are NOT to do that. You. Will. Not. Move. Is that clear?" She whispers. Peter can already feel himself dripping as he gives a nervous nod.

"Good boy," she says then turns around and presses her back against Peter. She slowly rubs herself against him up and down and smirks once again at the feel of his trembling body. "You want me, don't you?" She whispers.

"Yes," Peter answers, fighting to keep his hands in place.

"I know you do. I can feel it. The air in the room is ripe with anticipation. With electricity. The kind only two super beings such as ourselves could produce." She reaches behind her and pulls Peter's head down to roughly kiss him. She forces her tongue into his mouth while her other hand tap dances across Peter's increasingly delicate flesh. He can barely keep the kiss up and tries to pull back, but Felicia pulls him back in. His legs tremble as if an Earthquake is in progress and feels like he might collapse any second when Felicia mercifully breaks the kiss. This time, Peter lets out several loud pants.

"Don't tell me you're tired already," she teases.

"Don't worry. I recover fast. I wonder if I'll be able to say the same about you when I get out of these," he challenges.

"Oh, Peter," she purrs and leans forward to give him another kiss.

"PARKER!" The unwelcome voice of one J. Jonah Jameson shouts from somewhere outside of the closest. "Parker, where are you!?" The two of them share a silent giggle at the clueless Jameson being just inches away from them. Felicia puts a finger to Peter's lips, gives him a quick kiss, quickly picks up his discarded web shooter, and fires it at the door knob.

"Smart move," he compliments. "So where were we?" He asks.

"Parker, the security guard said he saw you come in! I know you're here someplace!"

Felicia looks over her shoulder and then back at Peter with yet another mischievous look in her eyes. "Um, Felicia. I'm not sure I like that look on your face," he whispers as Felicia kneels down before him.

"That's the idea," she confirms and then licks up dick. Peter quickly bites his tongue to hold in a moan, which prompts Felicia to grab it and give an even longer lick. Peter can feel his eyes go into the back of his head and his hands quiver against his webbing. "Ah ah. No moving," she reminds him and then takes his whole dick in her mouth.

"FUCK!"

"Parker! Was that you! Where are you!?"

Shit, shit, shit! Peter thinks as Felicia mouth bobs up and down, up and down, up and down. Peter can't take it and throws his head back, almost surely breaking part of the wall.

"I know you heard me, but don't think I'm going to search every part of this room until I find you. Just remember you've got more important things to do tonight besides being Ms. Hardy's plus one."

I beg to differ, flat top, Peter thinks and inhales deeply when Felicia bites down.

"I'm leaving now, but don't make me come find you later." After a few moments pass, they figure Jameson has left. Felicia releases Peter and gets out of the way as he comes, which elicits a few lighthearted laughs from her.

"Felicia. That wasn't funny. We could've…could've," his voice trails off at the seductive look Felicia gives him. Another rough kiss is shared between the two of them; Felicia rubbing Peter's dick the whole time; her lips biting his sensitive bottom lip and she playfully laughs as he comes again. Felicia breaks the kiss and Peter's head drops down onto her shoulder, breathless.

"Oh, my poor, sweet Spider," she laughs as she rubs her cheek against his and then whispers, "You've been such a good boy. I suppose you deserve a small reward." She reaches up and frees one of his hands, which quickly wraps around Felicia and pulls her flush against him. He drags and scratches his hand over her ass, letting her know just how desperate he's been to touch her these past several minutes.

"Ohhh. Ohhhhhhh," Felicia moans against Peter's chest and peppers it with kisses, feeling herself dripping. "It's gonna be a long night."

To Be Continued...