Chapter 7

ChapterSeven

Our earlier endeavorshad quenched his thirst. He was slower this time as he pulled my body against his.

“Are you going to tie me up again?” I asked.

“Do you like being tied up, Little Fly?”

I pondered it for a moment, biting my lip as I ran a hand down one of his legs.

“Are you going to be rough?”

“Do you want me to be rough?” His hand cupped my bare breast, his thumb running in lazy circles around my peaked nipple.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His mouth came down on mine. I felt his mandibles wrapping around my head, his cock was already out and pressing against my belly. The kiss was fierce. Claiming. His tongue delved into my mouth as if he were trying to remember the taste of me.

His hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me away from him, pressing my body against the wall of the nest. I felt the soft fibers give some beneath me and the structure swayed as his legs moved. I felt the press of his legs on my ankle, the webbing stuck to my skin as he wrapped it around me. I did not have time to think before I was pushed back, my legs being pulled into the air by the cords tied to them.

My head fell back. Bishop held the strings up like a puppeteer, my legs splaying open in front of him. He held me there, his mouth reaching down and licking through my folds.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I lost myself in the feel of his tongue delving into my pussy. One hand clasped at my breast while the other pressed two fingers inside me. My arms were pressed beneath my head, pillowing my skull as I hung upside down while he feasted. I had never had someone eager enough that it felt like they were trying to eat me from the pussy up. Was he trying to do that?

His mandibles braced open my thighs. My legs hung up in the air, one braced over Bishop’s shoulder as he stood in front of me.

I felt myself falling over the edge; but, just before I got there, he pulled away. I groaned, wiggling my body to try and bring his mouth back where I needed it. I felt something press against my entrance, more firm than his fingers. My eyes widened just as I felt his cock press into me. It was thick. Thicker than anyone I had ever been with. He was slow as he pushed in, letting my body adjust to his girth.

We groaned at the same time, luxuriating in the feeling of being connected this way.

“Fuck,” he growled, sliding himself in to the hilt. “Justine.”

“Bishop,” I moaned.

His pace started out slow, as if he were basking in the enjoyment of it; but, he quickly lost any sense of control as he began to fuck me more mercilessly. My head was cradled in the soft webbing of the nest. His legs still held my legs up by their bonds as his pedipals gripped my waist, holding me steady as he fucked into me. I could feel the hairs on his body brushing against my inner thighs. His hand gripped my breast, holding it tight as he thrust harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he pushed himself into me. “You are so tight, Little Fly.”

His pace slowed a little, enough for me to notice as his legs began to wrap my wrist in webbing. I watched as he pulled the strings tight, my body flipping over, and I was suddenly suspended in the air. I moaned as his cock left me, only to feel as his hands ran along my back. My hair fell over my shoulders. I could feel the weight of my breasts dangling from my chest. His fingers were gentle as they ran along my spine, sending a shiver through me as I anticipated what he was going to do next.

The nest shifted as he moved, lining himself up with me again as he pushed himself back into my body. His pedipals and the web around my ankles held my legs steady as he fucked with a brutal pace. Fingers brushed along my thigh and then pressed against my clit, causing me to cry out as the sensations became too much.

“Where do you want my seed?” he said through gritted teeth.

I moaned as he pressed his fingers harder against my clit. There was too much sensation, I could not think. Could not speak.

“Justine,” he growled.

“Fuck, inside me!” I screamed.

A few more thrust and I felt him spill into me, the evidence of his climax spilling out and dripping onto the webbing beneath us. His fingers worked me, my pussy clenched around him, and I found my release. I cried out, feeling the shiver move through my legs.

It took a moment for us to come back to ourselves. We were both panting.The air inside the nest had grown hot. There was a squelch noise as he pulled out of me. My body felt used, empty. I was ready for a very deep post-coital nap.

He lowered me gently from my bonds and his legs tucked the used webbing into the walls of his nest. He held me against him, shifting the pillow and blanket from his bed before laying me down. My eyes were having a hard time staying open. I felt the nest shift as he moved, then his heat was next to me, along with the brush of the hair along his body.

Opening my eyes, I saw four of his legs propped above me, caging me in as his torso pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around me as he nestled into my neck.

“Sleep, dear Justine,” he whispered against my neck.

I moaned as I wrapped my arm around his and let sleep carry me away.