Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 5

"Spider, stop joking," she said, trying to sound lighthearted, but Peter could easily detect the worry underneath. "What's with the webs all of a sudden? You're not going to give me to the police, right? After all, they were the ones that attacked me. I'm completely innocent."

"You're innocent?" Peter said softly, mockingly, as he stood behind her, his breath caressing her neck through her white mane, causing a shiver to pass over her skin.

"Well," she said in re-approach. "I was stealing from another criminal this time, doesn't it count for anything? It's practically a good deed."

"I should call the police and tell them your location," he whispered into her ear, and she stiffened. "But, I fear that it would be a pity for a beauty like you. I don't want to imagine what would happen to you in prison… What to do?"

"You can always set me free," she offered.

"Maybe," Peter murmured. "But then how are you going to learn your lesson…"

"You can punish me yourself," she whispered, the seductress back in full force.

Peter smiled, a hungry smile that she remained unaware of because he was still behind her. "Not a bad idea," he whispered, observing her excitement rising. "But I fear that you cannot handle my punishment."

"Look who got an inflated sense of self-confidence," she countered, feeling confident without the threat of police not hanging on her head. "I can handle anything you can dish, Spider-Boy."

Peter said nothing but just walked in front of her. For a moment, he stood in front of her, examining her face, her eyes diluted in excitement, her lips parted slightly to allow her quickened breathing. He had been aware that she was attracted to him, but he always held back, not wanting to compromise himself with a relationship with a criminal.

Not a problem with his new attitude in life, he decided as he took a hold of her zipper that cut across her torso, slowly dragging down, every silent click of the zipper echoing off the walls, getting louder. For a moment, neither said anything, Peter because he chose to stay silent, and she was busy hyperventilating with excitement. He smiled, a smile that was colored with a touch of surprise. He had known that Black Cat had a crush on him, but he hadn't thought it to be a level that would push her this far just by a touch. "If you are this confident," he said, dragging his words in a replication of his treatment of her zipper. "Why don't we spice things up with a small bet."

"Let's hear it," she said, her caution trying to reign in her excitement, but with limited success.

"I'll have one hour, one hour that I wouldn't touch you. No skin to skin contact at all, and I'll leave you a wrecked mess, begging for more. If I can't, I let you free, no questions asked. If I can, I'll have one night with you. One night that I'll visit you in your bed unannounced, and will make you my toy for the night, nothing restricted, nothing forbidden, no safe words."

Just the idea was enough to send her breathing to a hyperdrive, but she was still able to catch one important detail. "But you don't know where I live because of the mask…"

"Yes," Peter said gleefully. "If I win, I also take your mask as a trophy." She opened her mouth to object, but Peter cut her short. "Of course, if you're afraid, tell me so. There is always the chance that I would take pity on you and let you go free, if you can manage to beg emphatic enough," he said, underlining the word pity, knowing she wouldn't allow a hit on her pride, not to mention her raging arousal that etched itself to her face.