"Don't stop, Peter…don't stop," Felicia pants, her back up against Peter's strong body, fighting the urge to scream out her passion as he rubs her pussy with an unrelenting pace. Some of his fingers enter her and quickly go in and out, in and out. "Harder," she pants while bucking up against him. He obliges, but can feel himself start to come from how hot Felicia feels pressed against his dick. "Harder…" He does so again and Felicia bangs the pair of them up against the wall. "HARDER!" They both feel themselves come from this and make yet another crack in the wall from their strength. Both humorously wondering what Felicia's mother will think if she ever discovers this closet.

"Oh my God, you're so goooood." Felicia whispers, wrapping a hand around Peter's neck to keep herself steady.

"Imagine how good I'd be if I had both of my hands," Peter whispers as he kisses her own neck. He's still very much webbed up against the closest wall, only his right hand being free.

"You're the one who decided to be a good little boy and obey my ever word," she reminds him. "You can free yourself if you want. Just know that I'll have to punish you right after."

"Only if I let you punish me," he reminds her and with that, he pulls his other hand, and feet, free of the webbing.

"Bad boy," she jokes and starts to move out of his grasp, but both of Peter's hands grab and pull her back up against him.

"You aren't going anywhere, said the Spider to the fly," he whispers as one hand takes one of her breasts while the other goes back to work on her pussy. "Not that I think you want to go anywhere." His hands are slow, almost methodical in their movements.

"M-maybe I don't," she says. Her voice, lips, just everything about her trembling.

"I'll take good care of you. Don't worry," he says tenderly kissing her cheek. A grin forming on his face at how wet Felicia is. His hand leaves her breast and pulls her back in for a kiss.

They feel the electricity between one another all the way down to their toes and back up to their lips. Not from a kiss of raw lust, but from a place of love. They feel like they're floating through the air without a care or fear in the world. It made Felicia's heart skip several beats. She never felt so…so connected to anyone before. Peter felt it too, like the wound he once felt from losing Mary Jane was never there. But there was something else there too. Something he couldn't explain about their connection, but he was eager to explore. He was the spider, but it was Felicia drawing him further into her web. The kiss ends and Felicia turns around to face Peter and rests her head against his chest to calm down for a moment.

"Peter, that was. That was...," she's not sure what to say.

"I know," he replies and sweetly kisses her forehead making her snuggle up closer to him. Giving her own sweet kisses against his chest and neck. Once she feels her strength return she looks up at Peter with an unexpected look of vulnerability as she takes his face in her hands.

"That kiss we just shared...it was one of the nicest moments I've ever felt with...with anyone." He sees tears slowly start to stroll down her face and he wipes them away. He pulls her in for a hug and they exhale simultaneously from the emotions they feel swirling together. "I want you to understand and remember that." She says looking back into his eyes.

"I do," he assures her.

"Good," she says and Peter tries to pull her back in for another kiss only for her to hold him back. The vulnerable look on her face slowly warps back to the Black Cat's mischievousness. "Because now, I want you to stop being so kind. So tender. I want you to fuck me like the villainous temptress that I am," she says while starting to move away from him. "If you can, that is."

Peter smirks at the challenge and makes a grab for Felicia, but she ducks under him and strikes him in both his legs, bringing him down to his knees. Felicia grabs his arms to hold him down and kisses him several times across his face.

"Come on, Spider. Don't you have a sense for when these types of things might happen?" She teases.

"Only for things that it perceives as a threat," he informs her.

"Hm, I better step up my game then," she says biting his neck. Peter feels his eyes momentarily roll into the back of his head before balling up his fists.

"Yes, you certainly…should!" Peter pulls his hands out of Felicia's grasp and throws her to the other side of this rather spacious closet. Felicia perfectly lands on her feet.

"Silly Spider. I thought you'd remember that cats always land on their feet." She jumps at Peter and he tries to web her up out of habit only for nothing to happen.

You don't have you web shooters on, you idiot-whoa! Peter barely has time to think as Felicia collides with him and they roll across the floor ending with Felicia on top of him; a look of seductive fierceness in her eyes as she caresses his cheek. Peter just then spots his web shooters out of the corner of his eyes and has to work to make sure his poker face doesn't break.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He asks.

"Don't hold back," she tells him and smashes her lips against his with a searing dominance. She pulls her hands away from Peter's arms and wraps them around his body while his do the same to her. They roll all over the floor, determined to not give the other an inch; the pair moaning with reckless abandon now, not caring if someone might hear them.

While their lips are still locked, Peter half opens his eyes and, seeing Felicia's still closed, makes a subtle reach for his discarded web shooters. His slips them both back on then takes Felicia back in his arms as she rolls them back over so that she's on top. Peter breaks the kiss and lets his head softly hit the floor while pretending to be out of breath.

"Well, looks like I win," she says and once again drags her fingers across Peter's chest and he just manages to hold back shouting 'fuck'. "I'm going to make you mine, Spider." She nips his lips. "You won't forget this night." She kisses him harder. "It will haunt you." She bites his lip. "Not just in your dreams, but every waking moment of your life." Another kiss so tantalizingly fierce that he starts to forget his own plan. "Such is the punishment for letting a black cat cross your path," she says as her hands massage his chest. "Any last words, my trapped hero," she purrs.

"Yeah. Surprise!" Peter fires two web lines up to the ceiling and then knocks Felicia off him. He then grabs her and pulls her up to her feet before holding her arms up and wraps the web lines around them.

"I didn't say you could do this-hey!" She shouts when Peter lifts up her legs then ties them up with webbing as well, leaving her hoisted in the air. "When I get free," she starts, but Peter puts a finger against her lips.

"My sweet seductive Cat. Dominance is a two way street. All that power, isn't half as fun to demonstrate without someone to match you, is there."

"I-I." Now Felicia's throat goes dry, but getting wet in other places from this sudden turn of events.

"You said you were mine and only mine," he starts, rubbing her wet pussy and then brining his fingers up to her mouth so she can taste herself. He grins watching her eyes go into the back of her head. He then takes her chin in his hand and makes her look at him. She could come again right now from the look in Peter's eyes. "I'm going to prove that now, the long and hard way." He moves behind Felicia's helplessly dangling body and presses his cheek against her trembling face. "Are you ready?"

"Don't hold back."

To Be Continued…