Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
If I were the Goddess, I would grant him all his wishes
He deserves all the attention. All the praise. All the pleasure he might want, and I’m determined to give it to him. When I think of the abuse he suffered from such a young age I want to cuddle him, but that’s still something he’s only comfortable accepting under the bed. So I’ve stayed with him there for now. Progress not perfection.
Just last night, he took me on a hike to a secluded hot spring, and when he disappeared from my sight, it felt deliciously naughty to undress knowing he’d watch me, getting all hot and bothered. It’s hard to describe the desperate need this ignited deep inside my body, but I fueled it further by pouring the hot water over my skin. When I couldn’t stand the wait anymore and acted all faint, he didn’t even have a few minutes of patience in him and crawled into the water right after I shut my eyes.
I love it when he gets all horny and ruts against me, rubbing his scent into my skin until neither of us can wait anymore. That night in the hot springs, he draped me on the sloped rocks and fucked me while standing in the water. My nipples were almost painfully stiff at the contact with the cool air, and each furious thrust sent warm droplets flying at me. The angle was perfect, and with my head hanging off the rock, the rush of orgasm was unusually powerful. I couldn’t keep my moans in despite my best intentions, but they only fueled Creep’s excitement, and he came inside me with a low, animalistic grunt.
We spent the rest of that evening holding hands in the pool, as if he didn’t rearrange my guts with the ferocity of a rabid animal. It was perfect.
Tonight, we’re going to the biker rally, but our relationship is taking more baby steps. Creep is bringing some of his things to my cabin. A few of his boxes are already here, but we’re sat on the steps of the porch with the plastic terrarium he brought Friend in. It’s very sweet of him that he’s not pushing for the spider to live with us yet, aware of how the tarantula freaks me out.
“Would you like to hold him?” Creep asks, toying with his necklace. I think the fiddling helps him not bite his nails.
I freeze, my lips open in what surely is a derpy expression, but when tension passes over his features, I nod, because this is important to him, and it’s not like the spider will bite me. Creep assured me that won’t happen.
“Just… um… tell me what to do.”
Creep lights up as if I’ve said the magic words, and the forest whispers to me that I’m doing the right thing, that this spider is simply another type of animal. It’s not about to lay eggs in my ear, just walking around in the box, and Creep will help me in case things get out of hand.
“I fed him today, so he’s a bit sluggish anyway,” he says, excited like a kid at Christmas, and picks up the spider.
That thing is huge, as big as a large mouse, and covered in hair that makes my own bristle, but when Creep guides Friend into my palms, I’m stunned by how light the critter is. I half expected it to crawl up my arm, or leap at my face, his huge mandibles lifted, but it’s just sitting there, like a sleeping rodent.
I chuckle in disbelief. “I mean… clearly he’s a prince and refuses to use his legs.”
Creep leans in to nuzzle my ear. “Like one lazy boy I know.”
I’m so excited about this touch my heart skips a beat. He might be conditioning me to liking the spider by making me feel so much glee as I hold it.
“Go on,” I tease him, cocking my head to invite him closer. Fuck, he’s such a fast learner. It’s been two weeks since we met, but it’s as if he’s learned the pleasure map of my body by heart, and reacts to even the smallest movements I make.
Air from his nose tickles me when he chuckles. “In front of Friend?” he feigns disbelief.
He’s even joking about sex now. Who would have thought?
I let out a soft moan but try to keep my hands steady, to not provoke the tarantula into running off, but it does seem rather passive, almost as if it’s about to fall asleep. “Who knows, maybe one day he’ll meet another handsome tarantula and will need to know what goes where…”
“I don’t think that’s how it works, precious.” Creep gives my ear a kiss and backs away with a flush. He’s so fucking adorable I could melt.
Even as he takes the spider from my hands, I only have eyes for him. I’ve already groomed him today, dabbed cream into his face, washed and arranged his hair, and yeah, I’ve even ironed his T-shirt, which felt a bit ridiculous, but I wanted to do it. I like taking care of him. It makes me feel as if he needs me, and I want him to look his best at the event. He’s endured so much disrespect throughout his life, and I want him to be treated the way he deserves.