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Connifer mistakenly made eye contact with him for half a second before dropping her gaze to his chest. So stern, so broad and strong. If only she could touch it.

He paused and Connifer suspected he was debating with himself whether to punish her. But then he reached down to her hips. Unmoving and unprotesting, she felt the straps holding the dildo in place pulled loose.

His eyes remained on her face the whole time. It was all she could do not to lock gazes with him again - she felt like she was resisting a pair of magnets! She closed her eyes and instead listened to the thrum of her heart and felt his blunt claws and fingers against her lower belly.

It came loose and for the first time in a day, Connifer felt the dildo move inside her, slicking out in a single movement. She bent her legs in an instinctive rush to feel it for a little longer.

He'd stopped again. The head of the dildo remained at her entrance. Already she itched for it to be slid back in again. She opened her eyes, wordlessly asking what he wanted, when he was going to do what she wanted.

"My little slave," he said, half-purr, half-growl. Replete with meaning, yet his words revealed so little.

She realised her eyes had met his once more and looked away again. Her lust, frustrated in this new way, reached a crescendo and she ground her hips, anything to stop the ache and tingle she felt.

He'd splayed her legs too far apart for her to squeeze her thighs together. No relief that way. She couldn't curl her tail far enough underneath either.

He took the dildo away from between her legs and she sighed with frustration. It appeared in front of her, at her mouth. Certain she understood what he wanted, she licked at it.

He pulled it away with a growl, a purely stern one this time. "You will lick it only when I tell you you may." Then he softened a little (although a measure of his menace remained, spiking the air with its delicious spice) and stroked her ears. "I don't think you realised what I have in mind. You will lick it clean, yes. But while you are busy cleaning it I will touch you between your legs. How long I do that depends on how long it will take you to clean it."

Connifer's belly, tail, vagina, all contracted at the thought.

"Now," he said, returning the head to her mouth. "Take your time. Or hurry," he added with a touch of humour, like the sweetness in dark chocolate.

Her focus alighted softly on the hand he used to hold the base. She licked once, slowly. His fingers, out of sight and utterly invisible, stroked her nether lips. Two fingers pushing at the plumpness of each lip, the middle one running down the cleft.

It picked up slippery wetness from her pussy and slicked it over her clit. Her tail shot on-end and she ground her hips forward, desperate for more. Instinctively she opened her mouth and sucked on the dildo, her intention and meaning obvious.

And then she realised she was playing into his hands. She backed away and instead, gave it a demure lick.

Such a delicious game, she thought, riding the wave of her own need.

She tried licking faster at the head, tiny feather-licks that took almost none of the juice off. He responded by rubbing more quickly at her clit. Her body rocked and sizzled, almost jerked into the throes of an orgasm...

And his finger disappeared.

She looked plainly into his eyes, for a moment not caring whether she broke his rules or not. She just needed him to see the urgency in her and to respond to it. To fill her, to have her. God, she was ready.

He narrowed his eyes, glanced at the dildo and took it away from her. "You're very close," he said. And something in his lucidity made her feel like she'd failed. "Too close," he muttered.

"I am sorry, master," she said, all completely un-innocent apology. Do me. Fuck me. Please!

He knelt down and gazed through the web at her spread pussy, and threaded a hand through again. But this time, rather than rubbing her clit, he pushed open her lips and inspected her.

The silence. Like silk, like the finest of brandies, lingering and intoxicating. Sheer and tenuous.

"You've had too much stimulation," he said to the throbbing nub of her clitoris. It answered with a silent scream. "You will remain with your legs open."

"Master, I need you to fuck me!"

Instantly he stood. She felt the firm pressure of his fingers on her chin. They smelled of her fluids. "I will hear no further talk about your needs. I have seen your pussy, how pink and swollen it is. I am very aware of your desire." Then he paused. "Are you aware of mine?"

Connifer gasped before she could stop herself. It felt like there was a vacuum in her chest. Her throat, like the Sahara. "Yes, master."

A dark, low growl sounded and she wondered how a vibration that deep would feel against her clit. "Tell me about it."

For an instant, she couldn't. Her tongue, her throat, too dry to use. She gulped once, twice, before she could find enough saliva. "I saw... I saw you're hard."

"You saw I'm hard," he echoed. A pause. She felt belittled, foolish, unsophisticatedly perverted. "I see. And what does my being 'hard' mean?"

At first, Connifer couldn't work out the game here. If only she hadn't needed him inside her so badly she'd be able to think straight. She tried: "It means you want to have sex. It means-" she gulped. "It means you want to stick it in my pussy and fuck me until you-"

"No," he interrupted, his grip tightening slightly on her jaw. "Those are your desires. You want my erect cock inside you." He stared judgementally at her for a moment, and then asked, "Is that not so?"

"It is," she agreed. The heat from her skin circulated under her fur. She roasted in it.

"It is," he purred. "And what do I want, little slave?"

"You want... you want..." Was it arrogant of her to say what he wanted? Only the master knew. "I don't know, master."

His nose came close to hers and he seemed to drink in her scent for a moment before he answered. "I want to masturbate," he said factually.

Her heart thundered. He's going to get his cock out! Connifer realised with a rush of exhilaration, she hadn't wanted so much to see one since she'd been in her mid-teens!

"So that is what I am going to do. And you, my slave. I am going to watch you. Because you'll want me to decide to fuck you, won't you?"

"Yes, master." Her knees trembled so much that she suddenly felt glad the ropes were supporting her.

"Yes," he answered ever-so-slightly patronisingly. He turned away and walked over to the bed area. There, he found a chair and brought it close. As Connifer watched, he slowly unfastened his black trousers.

A flash of muted pink and she saw it. Fully swollen, evidence that he wanted this as much as she did. Her pussy felt newly desirous and she jerked in her restraints, her tail waving wildly for a moment and her thighs trying in vain to squeeze together. She tasted the remnants of her own juices in her mouth and wished she could at least have the dildo to suck on.

He took a seat. He slouched back a little. His tail, just visible as a brown brush behind his splayed thigh. His balls, perfect and a little tight.

He took his shaft in one hand and gave it a long, smooth rub and Connifer's body almost exploded with jealousy. He pumped his wrist three, four, five times and slowed his stroke, and fixed a contemptuous gaze on her face. She felt like nothing in that onyx gaze. Absolutely nothing.

How she needed to be stroked. Anywhere. Her back, her breasts, her belly, her pussy, the deep-haired length of her tail. Her scalp. Anywhere. She felt herself stretched taut against the web and realised she was helpless. Her breasts pushed against the small spiral at the centre, her nipples firm and distinct.

He wanked.

With a flash of insight she realised that perhaps she could rub her clit against part of the web, so she tried. As luck had it, a piece of the elastic web stretched straight across her mound. She pushed her hips forward to meet it and tried to hump it, aware but only half-caring about how undignified it looked.

It didn't work.

His hand, so dark against his pinkness. He looked so relaxed, so indulgent. It must have felt so good.

"My little slave," he purred, his voice gravelly and so, so perfect.

"Master," she whispered in return. He truly was a firm master: that two-syllable word was the only appeal she could make to his cruelty.

And then he stopped, mid-stroke. He seemed to think for a moment and remained utterly still, lurking in the chair and with his ears at half-height. Connifer could almost have taken a bite out of the air, the atmosphere felt so tense. Then he got up and walked past her, out of sight.

He reappeared behind her in the form of a warm hand on her hip and a strong presence pushing her tail out of the way. His breath felt warm on the back of her ear. "I think you forgot about this," he murmured.

For a moment she didn't know what he meant. But then something smooth and firm appeared at her entrance. He's going to stick it in me! She jerked and yelped, before catching her breath. Then she realised the truth.

The dildo. Even with it just brushing at her pussy she could feel it was silicone and not... him.

She gritted her teeth - what could she say to convince him to fuck her? What could she do?

Nothing, she realised. Nothing at all. Regardless she strained against her bound wrists and twisted her hips. Her legs were strong enough to pull slightly closed just for a moment, but then the strength of the web asserted itself again and pulled them apart.

The head wiggled at her entrance and she realised he was playing with her. His breath growled deep in his throat and she wondered what his current mood was - and whether she should, or could, exploit it.

And then up it slid - right up! "Ah!" she gasped and tried to ride it, despite her misgiving. With her tail resting across the crook of his arm she felt him pump it in and out of her with a powerful and fast rhythm.

Need it but want yours, she thought, fucking back as well as she could. "Mmm, master..."

"Yes," he purred slowly. "I thought you wouldn't be able to resist it."

She laughed bitterly. "No, master." They fell silent and Connifer listened, attentive, to everything: the slight effort in his breath, the tiny creak of the junctions of the web, the wet sounds from between her legs. The angle wasn't quite right for her to orgasm, but if she just tipped her hips a little...

He shifted, changing hands on the dildo and coming around to her front. He continued and she got to watch him. His dark brown arm, the broad black leather of his nose - but not his eyes.

Definitely not his eyes.

His face came closer to hers and he licked at her muzzle. He growled with quiet appreciation and appeared to try and kiss her. She opened her mouth for it...

But it didn't happen. Instead he breathed in her breath, trading inhalations and exhalations with her. She tried to grab at the web - anything to express some kind of frustration.

The silicone inside her wasn't him.

And then he stopped. So shocked was Connifer that she looked at his face to try and understand what was wrong.

But Bane wasn't looking at her. He dropped the dildo, reached into the pocket of his open, butterflied trousers and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open and fitted it on himself, his fingers deft and his breath heavy and moist.

Is he going to-? thought Connifer, her pussy squeezing, her mind a whirlwind. No, surely not! It's another game. He's never going to have me-

He went around behind her and pushed her tail out of the way. He actually seemed to be in a hurry. And then Connifer's stomach lurched and she flinched in her web, which had suddenly become unstable. She panicked a little, grabbing at strands of the web to steady herself before she realised he'd joined her on it.

His hands grabbed at the web above hers. His thighs suddenly pushed against her own. And, nestling its way into her cleft...

Her body acting purely on instinct, she widened her thighs and tilted her pussy back to let him in. And there it was! Hard inside her, warm, real, and backed up by the pistoning power of a male body. Finding her, coating itself in her, powering its way up and in.

Fucking her!

She cried out, every nerve in her body on sweet fire as he adjusted his position, and buried himself even deeper in her. She pushed her pussy against him, cried out with the ecstasy of his power, sighed at the feeling of his abdomen pushing at the root of her tail.

The web stretched and vibrated. His rhythm changed to suit.

Connifer's spider had come.

One of his hands disappeared from above hers and wrapped itself around her waist. Then the other grabbed the centre of the web. His cock rammed with new vigour into her. He'd lost control now, he felt restless. He pulled away from her and in a flash, she found him untwisting the web strands from her. "Get down, grab the web and bend over," he commanded, still fighting to release her right wrist.

The moment she was free she dropped off the web, bent at her waist and lodged her fingers into the dark elastic. Not a bad reaction time, she thought between pulses of need.

But Bane, as he came to her, had amendments to make. He pulled her rear - slightly roughly - back so that she stretched a little more. He kicked her feet apart and grabbed the base of her tail, pulling it up and exposing her utterly.

Connifer felt her ribs working hard.

Then he crouched close and fitted himself in. Her wetness was so total that there was no friction between them to speak of. Nevertheless she squealed as his hips met her ass and began to pound.

"Good little slave," he enthused. "Good little..." He tailed off to enjoy his satisfaction more fully. A lordly master enjoying his sexual congress in private.

"Oh god, master!" she whimpered, feeling utterly insignificant, sure he wouldn't like her to speak but desperate to say something. "I worship you, I worship you. Please - ah - I need it so much."

His hands tightened on her hips. "Worship me," he growled, the order almost a warning.

"I do," she breathed back. "I worship you, I worship you, I worship you..." Unable to find any better words for her feeling, the utter synergy of their union, she repeated the words over and over until the sound of them ceased to have meaning, until the truth seemed soaked into every strand of the web and the heat of the air, and the words weren't needed any more.

His thrusting slowed down, although he hadn't jerked or shuddered the way Connifer expected an ejaculating male to. Convinced he hadn't finished she looked over her shoulder. And looked him in the eye. A second too late, she dropped her gaze.

She heard his attitude more in his breath than by seeing his expression. With a laboured and majestic sigh he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy vibrating with unspent passion. "On the floor," he said curtly. "Kiss my feet."

A hot fizz of pleasure exploded in her spine, juddering in her tail vertebrae, sizzling between her shoulder blades, heating the small of her back. "Yes master," she murmured and collapsed creamily onto the carpet. Her knees wide and her tail fluffy and beautiful between her buttocks, she turned, lowered her lips to his boots and kissed them with the greatest reverence. My beautiful master. She trailed more kisses over the laces. My lord.

"Lay down on your side," he instructed. Calm, relaxed.

Appeased.

"Yes master," she whispered feeling lustrous with sex, lazy and visceral. Her need would begin to bite again soon but for now she felt gloriously satisfied.

She lay as instructed and once she was settled, Bane knelt down beside her. She took extra-special care not to look at him while he was in such a prostrate position. He stroked all the way from her hip to her ankle and then took her foot in his hand. He pulled her leg up and she gloried in this new exposure of her nakedness.

With a single decisive move, he straddled her lower leg. Then, holding his cock at its root, he pointed it at her pussy and slipped it back in. She gasped quietly and waited for his driving power to begin again.

Only it didn't.

Instead he used his fingers to prise her pussy lips further apart, and examined her clit. The soft pads of his fingers brushed it, pushed it and slicked it with her juices. He felt the plumpness of her lips, pinched them shut and pulled them apart again.

But he didn't thrust.

You're in control, she thought, weak with admiration. And there: desire bit again deep in her vagina, sweet and hot and intense. Say something master. Make me hot. "Master?" she asked politely.

"Slave?" he replied.

Connifer savoured the subtlety of this. A question (uncertainty), but delivered right then, right there, when she wanted information from him. There was no uncertainty in his response! He knew exactly what he was doing. What he wanted was for her to voice exactly what she meant, not hide behind meaningless little squeaks of 'master'. So she considered how to reply and then said:

"My pussy is yours. I... I don't understand why you do not wish to take it."

He didn't look up from her clit. Instead he gave it a slick that looked coldly experimental but felt so good it had to be a deliberate tease. "Am I not taking you now?" he asked distractedly.

Oh, so delicious. "You're inside me but not moving. I confess I am puzzled."

"By what?"

A wide spread, and she felt the hackles rise on the back of her neck as he exposed her as fully as could be. The bite.

"By-" her breath deserted her but she recovered it. "-by the fact that you are not moving it inside me."

"I do not currently wish to move it."

Connifer reviewed what she could say to this. Not much, surely. It would be futile for her to tell him she wanted him to thrust again. He had invited no further discussion with his answer.

But his voice, his authority! She wanted more of it. So she changed the subject. "Does what you see please you?" Provocative, challenging. A question from a bad slave!

Oh, she needed to cum.

He glanced up at her; she dropped her gaze quickly. "I am pleased enough with what I see." She could have squirmed with delight. And desire. "You seem rather obsessed with me satisfying you."

She laughed quietly. "Well, it's understandable."

Oops.

His brow lowered. "'Understandable'? I don't think satisfying a slave is understandable. Look at your clitoris."

She glanced down at it. "Master?"

"Swollen. See here," he said and splayed her again. Still not the slightest movement of his cock inside her. "That is not how I expect you to be."

A flush of shame came over Connifer so strong it nearly made her black out. Delectable. "I do not please you? But I thought-"

"-I like to see my slaves aroused, as you most certainly are," he explained, talking smoothly over her. "But you are too close to climax. I expected you to be able to keep your cool. But instead I have this." He shifted slightly and his cock retracted infinitesimally. And then slid further back in.

She felt her ears fold back and her eyes close. She just about caught a groan before it escaped her throat.

"A hopelessly aroused slave who tries to pressure her master into bringing her to orgasm. I think you look very enticing with your clitoris exposed and your expression as clearly turned on as it is."

She felt herself blush.

"But any move I make, I believe, will make you cum. I simply hope that if I continue to hold your vulva open you will calm down a little." He paused. "This is a great inconvenience to me."

Connifer felt as if her heart would burst out of her chest. "Master," she implored. "I am sorry. But I think I can make amends."

He took his hands away from her and folded his arms imperiously. Her calf came to rest on his powerful shoulder. "Is that so? How?"

"I can suck you," she whispered, her excitement almost closing up her airway. She bit her lip, needing its plumpness.

She heard the quietest of growls in his throat as he considered this, his brow lowering skeptically over his left eye. "Very well."

Connifer's head span as he pulled out of her dismounted her leg. "Thank you, my lord."