Peter's Pov:
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Lost in thought, Bobbi eyes drifted downward.
The unmistakable bulge straining against his suit made her bite her lip. A wicked idea sparked in her mind like a cartoon lightbulb flickering to life.
She slid one arm from around his neck, letting her gloved hand trail slowly down his torso. Her fingers brushed over the growing hardness, stroking him from base to tip. She felt him tense instantly beneath her touch.
"Mockingbird," I growled, frowning behind the mask, "what are you doing?"
"My Reward~" she purred, voice thick with mischief.
"Stop. It's too much for you," I warned.
Bobbi's eyes narrowed in annoyance. Instead of pulling away, she squeezed my cock firmly through the suit, clearly challenging me. I didn't flinch.
"I'll decide if it's too much for me," she shot back.
"The last woman who said that to me ended up unable to feel her legs for days," I whispered teasingly against her ear. She shuddered visibly.
"Well, I'm a trained agent," she replied with a confident smirk. "I'll be much better than that rookie. Now take off your pants."
I rolled my eyes. "No. This could be a trick to get my DNA."
"Oh please," she scoffed. "You already know everything about me. You cured my brother, for God's sake. The last thing that I can do is to investigate you. You can trust me."
"Trust isn't exactly my thing," I said, tapping the side of my mask. "That's why I wear this."
"Please… I won't tell anyone about you. I won't go after your DNA or anything like that. Hell, I even kept our training sessions secret from Fury. I did it because I want to understand you....why you kill. He called you a madman, but I prefer to see all sides before judging."
I studied her for a moment. "I kill scum so the streets stay clean. Clean streets mean my home stays safe.... the place where my family lives. That's all that matters."
Bobbi's expression softened. "You do all this… for your family?"
"Family is everything," I replied. "You know the difference between a hero and me?"
"Which is?"
"A hero sacrifices everything for the world," I said, my voice dropping. "Me? I'd sacrifice the world for what matters to me." I paused, then added, "Sigh… I'll trust you, Morse. But...."
In a flash, I grabbed her throat and squeezed just enough to make my point. "Betray me, and I'll be the last person you ever see."
Instead of fear, a thrilled smile spread across her face.
"Harder, Daddy~" she breathed.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Crazy."
I released her neck. She didn't pull away. Instead, her hand returned to my cock, stroking me boldly.
"But you like it," she whispered, eyes gleaming with heat.
I pressed a button on my web-shooter trigger. A hidden seam appeared along my suit like a zipper. I leaned back against the wall, then grabbed a fistful of Bobbi's blonde hair and yanked her forward.
"Take it out," I ordered. "No hands."
A huge, eager smile lit up her face. "Sure, boss~"
She leaned in, pressing her lips to the zipper and slowly dragged it down with her mouth. The moment it reached the bottom, my cock sprang free, thick and hard, right in front of her beautiful face.
Bobbi's bright blue eyes widened in awe, staring at my length just centimeters away. She took a deep, hungry breath, and a soft, needy moan slipped from her lips as dirty fantasies clearly flooded her mind.
I tightened my grip in her hair and pulled her closer, pressing her soft lips against my cock. Her pupils dilated, nostrils flaring with excitement.
"Oh, Spidey…" she breathed, voice husky. "Damn, I could get used to this smell. It keeps getting stronger… Fuck, please tell me you're not using spider pheromones or something."
I sighed. "I'd never do that. It's no fun when they all submit too easily."
Though I had used it once or twice in the past… ending up with a very enthusiastic orgy with girls.
She wrapped her gloved hand around my shaft and brought the head to her mouth. Her tongue swirled teasingly around the tip before she parted those perfect, sensual lips and swallowed me in one smooth motion, forming a tight, wet "O."
I leaned back, looking down at the sight.
Bobbi was on her knees, legs kicking playfully behind her like an excited girl while she licked and sucked my cock like her favorite lollipop.
She bobbed eagerly, eyes locked on her prize, until she slowly lifted her gaze to my masked face. Those stunning blue eyes stared up at me as she sucked me deeper.
"You're an expert at this, Little Bird," I groaned, a sharp breath escaping me.
My hand had loosened in her hair during her eager worship, but now I tightened it again. Looking straight into her eyes, I abandoned the passive role. I pushed forward, forcing more of my cock down her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise as she gagged, but instead of pulling back, she licked with even more hunger.
That was all the invitation I needed. I took full control and started fucking her mouth.
"Glughk!… Glughk!… Glughk!… Glughk!"
Satisfaction rolled through me as the beautiful blonde agent choked and gurgled around my cock.
Her nostrils flared desperately for air, thick strands of drool poured from the corners of her stretched lips like a waterfall, dripping down her chin. Her face flushed red, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.... yet instead of tapping out, she sucked harder, faster, her tongue working furiously along the underside of my shaft.
I pushed deeper, feeding her more with every thrust. Her hand slipped from the base of my cock to the floor, bracing herself. I switched hands, gripping her hair firmly with my right.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Each firm spank on her ass made her moan loudly around my cock, the vibrations sending intense pleasure shooting through me. Her tongue twisted and pressed harder as I used her mouth.
I was getting dangerously close.
Gripping her hair with both hands now, I gave one final, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt down her throat. With a low groan, I released, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.
"Mmmm~" Bobbi moaned around me, the sound vibrating beautifully.
When I finally pulled back, there was an obscene plop as my cock left her lips.
Her eyes were wide with a mix of shock and lust at how roughly I'd used her.
Still breathing hard, she brought a finger to the corner of her mouth, scooping up a stray drop of my cum and sucking it clean with obvious pleasure.
"You're a cheeky one, aren't you, Spider-Man?" Bobbi said, still catching her breath, a playful smirk on her flushed face. "Never before has a man treated me so… arrogantly. Frankly, I don't think I'd let any other man get away with it. Maybe except you."
I gave her a flat look. "You're the last person who should be talking about shamelessness, you little BDSM fanatic."
She blushed beautifully at that. I tucked my cock back into my suit, pressed the button, and the seam sealed seamlessly as if it had never existed.
Bobbi raised an eyebrow, clearly about to say something, but I didn't give her the chance. I stood up, grabbed her around the waist, and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack.
"Wait! What the hell are you doing?!" she yelped.
"You think this is over?" I chuckled darkly. "No, no, Agent~ This is just the beginning."
"AHHHHH!" Bobbi screamed as I leapt off the building, the wind whipping around us as we plummeted toward the streets below.
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Abandoned Warehouse
The thrill of complete helplessness surged through Barbara Morse like a drug.
Being so thoroughly restrained only made her wetter.
Spider-webs had been turned into something beautifully cruel: handcuffs of webbing pinned her wrists to her thighs, while a spreader bar forced her legs wide open.
A thick line of webbing connected the spreader bar to the collar around her neck a leash that would choke her if she dared to slouch.
Additional web supports ran under her arms, suspending her from the ceiling so she hung and knelt at the same time, completely immobilized like a living fucktoy.
A spider-web gag filled her mouth, muffling every sound.
The moment she saw me enter, her eyes lit up with eager anticipation. I didn't make her wait. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust.
"For someone from a top super-agent agency," I growled, "you sure love being used like a cheap toy."
"MMMM!~" she moaned loudly into the gag, her body jerking.
I sank my fingers deep into her firm ass and started fucking her hard.
I was careful with my strength, but the intensity was more than enough to make her scream into the gag.
Every time I pulled out, her eyes filled with desperate need, silently begging me to fill her again.
The harder I pounded her, the more her body rocked.... which only pulled on the leash around her neck.
Each forward jerk made the collar tighten, choking her just enough to send panic and pleasure flooding through her system.
The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating. Even as she whimpered and struggled for air, her pussy clenched greedily around my cock. She was proud of how much she loved this.... proud to be a BDSM slut for me.
"Now that I know you love being tied up and filled," I said, reaching around to grab her hard nipples and twist them sharply, "let's have a lot more fun."
"MMM~!" Her inner walls squeezed tightly around me as she cried out.
"Who would've thought Agent 19 was such a BDSM-addicted slut?" I taunted, still thrusting deep.