L’araignee et la Mouche by Babe Ruthless

Author Note: I had an anonymous message on Tumblr asking if I would do a one shot, so here it is.. I hope I did this justice. I want to give credit because I did use an excerpt of the poem “The Spider and The Fly” by Mary Howitt. I hope that my Anon enjoys this.


He watched her as she seductively moved around the room, enticing all the men within a ten food radius with just a sway of her hips. He hadn’t wanted to watch her, but ever since her arrival in that dress, he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from her for even a moment, knowing that at any moment one of those animals would take it upon himself to put their paws on what was rightfully his.

He had mentioned in passing that tonight was a big night for him, pleading with her when she offered to accompany him that he had it under control. He didn’t think she would blatantly and so publicly defy him.


He licked his lips as she threw her head back, laughing at something someone had said to her. The way her alabaster neck screamed for him to nibble on it, tasting her sinfully sweet skin. Her exposed back making his palms twitch at the memory of her seductively soft skin, how it arched in pleasure under his ministrations.

He knew she was testing his reserve tonight, seeing just how far she could push it before he snapped. It was one of her favorite games to play, reveling in the little control he would give her. And tonight, she was thoroughly enjoying torturing him, knowing that soon he would come to collect his retribution, and she would willingly take it.

She turned from the bar, casting a hooded glance in his direction, smiling victoriously as his eyes darkened with lust. A shiver ran through her, settling between her legs as she felt herself grow wet under his gaze. Soon she thought.

Hearing another speak to her, she tore her eyes reluctantly away, focusing her attention on the man beside her. Everything was all fine and dandy, until the unthinkable happened. The man standing behind her, ran his fingers down her naked back to draw her attention, causing her to stop mid-sentence, stiffening beneath the unfamiliar touch.

She cast her gaze to where he had been sitting, panicking when she found it empty. She knew that things had gone too far, so she apologized as she gracefully made her exit. Walking out the door, she looked around the packed parking lot, finding him leaning against his black Jaguar. Her breath caught from the look on his face. He didn’t have to say a word, the look on his face said it all.


She wasted no time, hurrying  cross the parking lot to where he was. He pushed himself up off the car as she came to stand next to him. Reaching out, his hand caressed her back as he led her over to the passenger’s side. This time she didn’t stiffen, instead, it was as if she melted into his touch, her skin craving his contact.


Ushering her into the vehicle, he couldn’t resist touching her once more as his fingers ghosted down her throat, tracing her collarbone before he was gone. She watched as he moved quickly to his die, settling himself before he started the engine, shifting the gears as they started their long journey home.

The atmosphere of the car was electrified; both could feel the waves of sexual tension mounting between each other. Her thighs clenching together for friction, hoping to alleviate the aching throb between her legs. With her head tilted back against the head rest; he took the opportunity to use his free hand to touch where he had been longing to. His hand carefully moving the skirt of her dress from obstructing his journey upwards to her inner thighs.

His hand stopped when it came into contact with the elastic lace covered band; taking his eyes off the road for a moment he changed a glance, seeing that it was her gun holster garter. He felt his blood turn to liquid fire, knowing she was wearing this under her dress all night.


“Nice heat you’re packing there, darling.” He broke the silence, making her open her eyes. Her smug smile was enough to nearly send him over the edge of oblivion. He bought it for her for when he had to take care of business out-of-town.

“I figured that it went perfectly with the dress. Plus, you can never be to careful with wandering hands.” She said seductively as she covered his hand with hers; ushering it further up. His grip tightened on the steering wheel when his hand brush against her naked lips, she had been really naughty tonight.

“Will you walk into my parlor? Said the spider to the fly. ‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,  And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.” She whispered, her breath hot against his ear. He closed his eyes for just a brief second, trying to reign in his raging hormones.

“O no, no,’ said the little fly, ‘To ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.” He finished, his voice dropping a few octaves lower, making it sound gravelly and rough. He teased her outer lips with his fingertips, keeping them from entering her. Her whimpers and the thrust of her hips made him decide on taking a little detour.


Turning the car down an abandoned road, he drove for a few miles until he reached what he deemed was safe enough for him to give her what she so desperately craved. He turned the car off; making quick work of unfastening her seatbelt. She was speechless at his actions, never once thinking he would do something like this; and yet it thrilled her deeply.

“Go out and assume the position on the trunk, darling.” He commanded, his eyes wild. She wordlessly exited the car, stumbling with excitement to the back of the car. Bending over, she placed her hands on the trunk, waiting anxiously for him. She listened as she heard the car door open and shut; his shoes rustling against the grass as he made his way to her.


He pressed his body against hers, pulling her upper body flush against him as his fingers dove between her legs, becoming drenched in her free-flowing juices.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Pet?” He asked as he licked the shell of her ear, enjoying the whimpers and moans he brought out of her.

“I’m always ready for you, Sir.” She responded, pushing her hips back against his very prominent erection.

He pushed her back down as he unzipped his dress pants, releasing his aching cock its damning confines. He punched up her dress to her waist, taking his cock into his hand; he teased her slit for a moment.

“You’d better hold on tight, darling. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” He warned before he thrust into her harshly. Now was not the time to be gentle, they both knew that. This was about re-establishing what was his, reminding her who she ached for. There would be time for the long, drawn out sex once they made it home. This was fucking.

She let out a sigh of relief when she felt him enter her; she laid her face against the trunk, allowing herself to just feel. His hips set a blinding pace, snapping with every thrust for maximum feeling, making her grip tighten. To any bystanders, it would look downright painful, but to her…it was bliss.

He leaned over her, pushing the strands of hair that had fallen out-of-place off to the side, allowing him access to that delicious alabaster skin. He nipped and licked the side of her neck as he used one hand to grip her hips, while the other one traveled down to the apex of her thighs.


“If you want me to let you cum, tell me who you belong to, who do you crave?” He whispered against her skin. His words were the gasoline to her already roaring fire. With his hand between her legs, toying with her clit, she knew she was teetering on the verge. Her breathing was coming out ragged as she tried to compose herself to speak,

“Y-you, Sir.” She said weakly. This wasn’t enough for him, he wanted her to scream it.

“Try it again, darling.” He encouraged, using his fingers to pinch her clit. She arched her back, throwing her hips back against his.

“You! Only you!” She cried, feeling herself falling blindly as she came. Her walls clamped down around his cock tightly, making his groan as he sped up. He came with a roar, her name leaving his lips like a prayer.

She was shaking in the aftershocks, trying to gather enough strength just to move. He was holding her up, keeping her from falling as he planted soft, sweet kisses across her shoulders.

“Next time, will you please listen to me.” He pleaded. He didn’t like it when his business associates gawked at her. She was his and he was hers. She felt herself smirk, knowing the answer.

“If this is how we deal with my disobedience, I might have to misbehave more often.” She felt him growl at her words.

“Darling, be careful what you wish for.”



The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood Created by Matt Farnsworth ©™ Full Fathom 5 Productions LLC
The Orphan Killer 2
Bound x Blood
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