He was as delicious as she had hoped, the look on his face; the obvious scorn that he had in the fact that he was currently being pinned by a woman and the process of calculation as he contemplated her question. She could feel the movement of his arm, the restricted twists as he began to shift it slowly up his body, feel the slightly hardening lump at his waist. The sensation was barely discernable before he focused himself on ire instead, it was enough for her to know that whatever the result of this interlude it was going to be extremely fun and extremely pleasurable.<br/><br/>Her trained eye saw the flex of the tendons in his neck, the slight increase in his heart rate causing the veins to pulse forcing her eye to gaze on it with such undisguised lust but his movements were in slow motion to her even with all his planning. She saw the contraction of the muscles as his head began to whip up, hers matching speed and motion in harmony so she never moved further from his face as he lashed out. As she moved with him she smiled, a flash of her pearl white teeth, the sharp canines stark against her blood red lips. “It is only masochism when you succeed baby.....On your report card however it just says.....” She leant back in, her arms back over his throat holding him down as she licked his lips slowly, tasting him as she whispered. “Must.. try.. harder.....”<br/><br/>Leaning back again she smiled a slow, cruel twist of her lips plucking away at the mass of threads, another fading into smoke exposing more of his bulk of pure muscle. He looked so tasty but not yet, she didn’t want to feed yet; his pulse may have been fast but she wanted racing, straining and throbbing...she wanted him panting, roaring for her and only her before she was going to feed. Again she teased his skin but this time each nail on her hands made contact, tracing his body from neck to the mass of mystical web that encased him, plucking at it.<br/><br/>“So I ask again what would you do Bull....if you had the chance?....Get inventive....tell me what you want.....” Each statement was punctuated with her moving her hands, sliding them over his upper torso free from the web until she pressed on his shoulders, digging her nails sharply into his flesh as she leant over until her lips were at his neck, feeling the hot pulse against them as his heart pounded in a glorious crescendo. “Make me interested.........I dare you.” She kissed his skin, darting her tongue out to taste the sweat, taste the sweet temptation that he was becoming as she listened for the reaction to her slow and deliberate inflicting of pain...she wanted to get a feel for how far she was going to have to push before she would hear the sweet cry of surrender, so slowly to start; she wanted to take this one so very slowly.