Chapter 11

11

ARSèNE

Robin's eyes widen slowly, fluttery, dreamy. While I'm still grinding my cock against his hip, my greedy stare craving to take in everything. I want it all.

I want him to yield to me, that stubborn mind of his, want his body to give in and let it be dominated by me, and me alone. Although…alone?

"What the fuck…" He gasps. "What's that ?" His gray eyes are huge, bewilderment laced with shock and a hint of fear. Fucking delicious.

Without looking up, I dip my chin to the crook of his neck, then inhale deeply and let out a satisfied purr. He smells good, my Robin, of sweat and forest and a touch of incense. Of desire and sex.

"H-how many of them are there? Can they—" Robin flinches at the thought and I chuckle against his ear. "Can they get out of there?" He squeaks. "Oh my, that one's…" He shudders, and I lick my lips before nipping at his earlobe. He hisses as he attempts to push me away, failing, pouting,"this is not funny."

"Oh no, it's not." My hand slides down over his white shirt, easily opening the buttons on my way down to the waistband of his school uniform. "Serious business, indeed," I murmur, slowly rubbing his hard-on over the material.

Robin whimpers and instinctively coils back, though there's no way to hide from me. With his back plastered against the door—the only exit from this room—my body is glued to his, teasing him slowly, carefully, in order to make him lose his mind with desire. He is trapped. Just like I want him to be.

"And to answer your question—no, they can't get out, unless I want them to." I give the glass ceiling one sweep that confirms my suspicion. My glorious wolf spider has come out to show off, slowly prancing over the glass as she makes her way across the ceiling to where I have kept the two darkened corners for my larger pets. They don't enjoy the light much, and will only come out when I have a snack for them, such as a grasshopper or a bunch of ants. Occasionally they will hunt down other spiders I keep up there, their chase for prey a true pleasure to look at.

Robin freezes. "When you want them to?"

I lick a trace from his ear to the corner of his trembling mouth. "I don't want it now, papillon . Right now, I want you naked, bouncing on my lap, in my bed, riding my cock."

"I thought we were going to sleep?" He mutters, but his treacherous body shivers. I wonder what makes his body react most. Judging by the way his cock jolts against my hand, I'd say it's my words. But up against the ceiling, my baby girl seems to be equally starving and has started her chase after a smaller spider I only recently added to the collection.

"Is that the same spider as the one I had in my ass?" He squeaks.

"Hmm."

"And is he going to…" Robin swallows.

"She. It's a she. And yes, she will eventually kill the smaller spider. But it will take time. Come on, stop worrying. They can't get out, and even if they could, I'd protect you from them." I expect some witty snarl, but when I look at him, he seems genuinely afraid. " Viens ." Grabbing him by his hand, I take him to my bed. Robin continues to steal glances at the ceiling, and in reply, I dim the lights and draw the dark green sheets back. He hesitates, because of course he does, he is the most stubborn guy I've ever met. I flop back and onto the mattress, land on my ass, kick out my shoes, then shimmy out of my cloak, leaving me in a Henley and tight boxer briefs. It shouldn't be possible after all the action we've already had tonight, but I'm still hot for him. I still crave more. Robin must feel it too, this unbridled hunger, because he licks his lips, his attention now fully focused on me.

Spiders forgotten , I inwardly grin.

"You…" He lets me reach up, roll off his jacket and tear open his shirt, the discarded clothing dropping to the floor in a pool around his legs. "Did you go out like this tonight? Half naked?"

"Hmm," I look up at him, making sure to flutter my lashes. Judging by the way his cheeks flush, he likes what he sees, and it does something to my insides. They jolt and cheer and make me a little dizzy with the speed my arousal pools through my veins, throbbing and pressing for more. "I did. It was all there for you to grasp, but you had to go and get yourself trapped in my web." I slide down his pants and underwear, enjoying the way he looks down at me with pupil-blown eyes.

"Where's my moody, snarky Robin now?" I whisper, rolling his balls in my palm. He whimpers, then clears his throat. Fuck, I love the way he's trying to defend himself but has temporarily forgotten where his arms are. When he doesn't reply, I use my free hand to land a slap on his ass. He jolts forward. "Where is he now?" I ask again, voice sharper this time.

"He's…I'm right here, you son of a bitch," he snarls, snapping out of wherever he was lost. Trapping the tip of his cock between two fingers, I gently pull his foreskin back, then spit a string of saliva onto his glans.

"Fuck," he chokes. I can see how he has fisted his hands by his side, how his knees are trembling, how his body is fucking begging for this. Swiping my index finger through my spit, I look up at him. His eyes are hooded, lips parted, face flushed.

"Ask me nicely, papillon ," I purr.

His chest is heaving, but I don't miss how his jaw tightens. "Ask you what ?"

I shrug. "Oh, I don't know. You seem to have lots of questions, have had them for the entire night. Why I chose you, what would happen now, I recall you even accusing me of making you kiss Edouard…" I make a show of suckling the wet finger into my mouth, then add more saliva onto his glistening cock. This time Robin lets out a moan and watches me play once more with the head of his weeping erection.

"I can sit here all night, papillon . I can wait here, while playing with your cock. Driving you to madness, only to prevent you from spilling. Making you desperate, and enjoying every single minute of it."

Robin pants, the words clearly hitting home despite the glare in his gray eyes. I see it for what it is now. A tantrum, fed by frustration. But though I can understand that, considering where he's coming from, it needs to be tied up and kept within the boundaries of my control.

I narrow my gaze, feigning impatience. "Well?"

"You brought my stuff here," he rushes, sounding out of breath. His cock trembles against my palm, the head already sticky with a mixture of pre-cum on top of my spit.

I lean in forward, closer to the flushed skin of his dripping slit, opening my mouth. "I did." My tongue darts out, lapping over his crown.

Robin takes in a sharp breath. "Wh—why?" He stammers.

Making sure to not break our physical touch, I look up at him through my lashes, my tongue still against him. Robin's chest is heaving violently now. Now that I have his full attention, I slowly swipe my tongue around his crown, enjoying the strangled sound that falls off his lips.

"Do you want me to ask for it?" I mumble against his hot flesh.

"Ask me what?" He lets out, voice high-pitched. It's adorable.

"For you to stick your dick inside my mouth so I can suck on it like the treat it is?" I give him another flutter of my lashes, feigning innocence. Robin shudders. "Or for you to climb the bed onto your knees, straddle my thighs and ride my dick?"

"Arsène…" He choaks, and fuck, does my name sound good on his lips.

"For you to lay by my side every night from now on in this bed? Be mine?"

Robin rocks his hips a little forward, and I don't even know if he does it on purpose —those glassy, wide eyes don't seem to register anything—and I don't hesitate. Suckling his dick right into the back of my throat, he cries out, limbs shivering with need.

"Fuck, that feels good. Oh, so good," he blabbers. He does too. His cock feels velvety soft and mercilessly hard at the same time, his tip once wet with my spit, now pouring the salty flavour of pre-cum freely into my throat. Fucking delicious. Cupping his balls with one hand, I let my mouth do the work around his shaft, licking the underside of his dick, spoiling his sensitive crown with flicks of my tongue, altered with kisses and soft, teasing nips.

Who would have thought that Robin is a noisy lover? A flutter of a memory of his presence in class teases me, making me smile inwardly. So moody, so prickly. Who would have thought that he'd be so sweet and submissive? His cock pulses inside my mouth, another flow of his arousal coating my tongue before it makes its way to my throat. My own dick is throbbing inside my briefs, and with his dick buried deeply inside my throat, I reach down and grab hold of my shaft, giving it a few strokes to release the pressure.

Then I pull my mouth off of him. "Come here, baby." Ignoring his needy whine, I drag him onto me and crawl backwards onto the bed. "Grab the lube for me, will you? Top drawer." He rushes off to do just that, and I watch him lean over with a possessive hand on his hip. So that's the key. All I've got to do is keep him on edge and hungry for me, and my pretty boy will do just what I say.

I've got to remember that one.

Handing me the bottle, he carefully sits down onto my lap, just like I want him to.

"Lift my hips and roll my underwear down."

His hands shake a little when he does what I ask, but once more, he surrenders to my will. When my underwear is down to my hips, my cock juts out, brushing past his. We both hiss at the sensation. I reach out around his hips and with his eyes still on mine, he starts to move.

"I've got zero patience right now," I grit out, slicking my fingers with lube. "I need to be inside you."

"Again?" He teases, but his dark, dilated eyes give him away.

" Oui . Encore une fois ." Et encore, et encore… I could fucking always be buried in that tight, hot ass of his. I prepare him quickly, one finger turning into two, then three, as I stretch and scissor his quivering hole. He mewls all the time, the sweetest of sounds leaving his full lips as he sits on me, waiting for me to guide him through. When I deem him finally ready, I slowly pull my fingers and tap them against his hips. "Lift up, baby. Show me how badly you want me."

Robin lets out a choked moan, then does what I say.

"Fuck, the perfect sight," I growl. It is. Looking at how his lithe, sculpted body slowly slowly, carefully absorbs my cock, taking my throbbing flesh inch by inch into his greedy hole, is mesmerizing. Sweat prickles his forehead, and I swipe the camel-coloured strands to the right, admiring his large eyes and those sweet, pouty lips, parted once more from the effort of taking me in.

"That's it," I praise. "You're doing so well for me."

Robin doesn't speak, just lets out a strangled hiss. And then I'm fully inside of him, our balls snug together. Grabbing hold of his waist, I mumble, " Vas-y papillon, vole ."

Spread your wings and fly.

Lifting his hips, he lets my cock slide out of him just that little bit, before he slowly sinks right back onto me.

"Fuck, that feels good," I mumble encouragingly. He smiles down at me, a genuine smile, followed by a nod and a broken " ouiii. " Then he repeats the movement, faster this time. Slide, sink, slide, sink. My grip on his waist tightens, and on the next roll of his hips, I gyrate mine up as well, taking over. He lets out a gasp when my cock sinks in deeper, his large eyes turning glassy.

There .

"You like that, baby?" I purr.

"Y-yeah."

Picking up speed, I do it again, thrusting up in rapid succession, making sure to hit that bundle of nerves that make him cry out for me. His head tilts back, exposing his throat to me.

"From right now, you're mine," I growl, keeping the pace steady.

He just moans. His cock slaps against his belly with every roll, and I grab my hand around it, stroking it in sync with our lovemaking.

"From now, you're under my protection. And I know I'm a sadistic fucker." Behind glass, I see how my wolf spider has found her target. From the limp state of her prey, she has already injected it with venom. Smart girl. "But I'll take good care of you. Would you like that?"

Robin turns his head back to mine, eyes vacant, a furious blush on his cheeks. And I know what he's going to ask even before the word tumbles out of his mouth. "Why?"

" Parce que je suis fou de toi. "

Fuck, it's the easiest thing to admit in the world.

Because I'm crazy about you.

"You are…" He hisses when I swipe my thumb past his wet tip. "I'm going to come. Fuck, I—" A shudder ripples through his body. Our eyes meet. In that moment I see him exactly for who he really is—innocent, lonely, sweet. He looks vulnerable and unguarded, those glorious eyes with their long eyelashes and curvy brows. His lips have parted, and he licks his bottom lip while he mumbles something unintelligible.

I'm so hungry for him. My own cock throbs in desperation, the mere thought of climaxing into that tight, sweet ass enough to nearly lose it on the spot.

And then Robin explodes. Hot and frantic, shuddering and moaning, his release leaks through my parted fingers and right onto my palm and stomach. I'm right behind him. With only a few thrust left to give, my balls draw up and I climax inside his tight, hot ass.

Perfection.

For a moment there's nothing aside from the buzzing of my ears and the feeling of smooth, hot skin against my own. Robin's still sitting on my lap, chest heaving, his shallow breaths the only sound filling the room.

"Ugh, that's gross," he mutters. "Is he…"

My eyes flick open and right at the ceiling to where the wolf spider is now feasting on its paralyzed prey.

"She. And yeah, she's going to have a special meal tonight. A bit like how my night started with you." I draw up my knees and give him a gentle kick in the back that destabilizes him enough to plummet forward and onto my chest. Robin lets out a surprised giggle that turns into a satisfied hum when I press him close.

"I'm dirty with cum and sweat," he complains.

"We'll take a shower shortly. Let's…let's just enjoy this moment. Then we'll enjoy the rest of what's to come."

The end.