Black Cat: A Sensual Touch Fanfic

Commissioned by: Mylesuncharted

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: October 7th, 2022

Word Count: 10,000 words

Synopsis: When Mary Jane is tired of being left behind by the ever adventurous Spiderman, she spends an evening at the club where she runs into the illustriously alluring Black Cat, Felicia Hardy. Something between the two sparks and Mary Jane's life takes a sharp turn right into Felicia's arms. Is this a one-night stand? Or is there more to their connection?

Disclaimer: This story is a work of OC-insert fanfiction. All characters and storylines belong to the rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction, I do not claim ownership over any of these characters or ideas.

CW: Explicit sexual content, BDSM

NSFW Content: Due to the NSFW nature of this piece, the entire, uncensored story can be found on my Wix website for 18+ readers only. A closed-door romance, censored- version of the story can be read right here on Squarespace.

Flashing lights swirl over a throbbing dance floor as women dance and party into the early morning hours. The Henrietta Hudson Lesbian Bar is a local gem, welcoming to all, with plenty of drinks, good tunes, and memorabilia hung all about the room, decorating the walls with a storied history. In the glare of red and blue disco lights, Mary Jane sits at the bar, squinting at a framed painting hung on the wall.

She can’t tell if she is looking at an image of ocean waves, or if an artist threw blue paint all over the canvas. Sparkles of disco light splatter over the image and her bare elbows stick to the bar top. She swirls her bottle, a half-empty Heineken, with a frown. It wasn’t her best choice, but nor was anything that happened to her this week. Wearing a short green dress with a plunging neckline and a split skirt, Mary Jane is dressed for a night out. Her darkly lined eyes, deep red lipstick, and her loose red hair tumbling over her shoulders all speak to that, but she drinks alone as a clock on the wall clicks toward oblivion.

A woman sits down on an empty bar stool next to Mary Jane and waves down the barkeep, a slender woman with electric-blue hair, named Olive. “I’ll have two of the Henrietta Pussy Tails—a One Night Stand, please, and a Sexy Lady for the red-head over here,” she says.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Olive answers, slapping two drink coasters onto the bar.

Mary Jane snorts into her drink and sets down her now empty bottle. She turns towards the woman sitting next to her. She has long white hair, a pale complexion, and is wearing black leather pants, a chain belt, and a tight white crop top that looks like it is struggling to keep her endowed chest all in one place. Both the lights from the dance floor and black lights illuminate her hair and top, lighting her up like a firefly.

“Felicia Hardy?” Mary Jane asks. Her mouth rounds into an “O” as she recognizes her old acquaintance. Not her favorite acquaintance, by far, but at least it looks like she isn’t going to keep drinking alone.

“And the one and only Mary Jane. How’s my favorite red?” Felicia asks. She twists her words into a low purr, leaning closer to talk against the booming bass of the club. She smells of lilac and cherries. She glances down to Mary Jane’s chest and back up with a smile. Mary Jane’s cheeks color but she doesn’t move away.

“Well, well, I think it’s a good thing that I found you tonight. How have you been?” Felicia asks. The bartender shakes up a mixer and pours their drinks, setting each glass before Felicia and Mary Jane. Felicia’s drink is bright pink with a cherry on a little plastic sword. Mary Jane picks up a martini glass, cold to the touch, with a red drink and a lemon peel garnish. She takes a sip before answering, savoring the sour flavor, as she ponders Felicia’s question.

“I’m fine,” Mary Jane answers. “I needed some fresh air, so I found my way here. What about you?” She leans towards Felicia, her new interest in this bleak night.

“You may say I’m out on the prowl. Want another drink?”

Mary Jane looks down and finds her glass already empty. “Absolutely,” she says. She sets her glass down and reaches for Felicia’s. Her movements feel a little fuzzy as the warmth of the vodka in her drink begins to buzz through her body, sidling up to the beer she had previously. Hopefully she won’t regret that combination too much in the morning.

Felicia relinquishes her drink with a flourish and taps on the bar to order more. “Keep the drinks coming!” The bartender obliges and they are soon presented with another pair of colorful cocktails.

Felicia rests her hand on Mary Jane’s knee as Mary Jane enjoys the fruity rum of the Once Night Stand. She sets the glass down with a thud and plops her hand over Felicia’s. “It’s good to see you, I could use some of your badass energy,” Mary Jane says. Felicia is a talented thief, not that Mary Jane thinks she should spend her time swindling people of their possessions. But, as someone who cannot run around and climb buildings on a whim, there is something mystifying about her abilities.

“You don’t say? Have any spider trouble lately?”

Mary Jane shrugs, sliding off her seat to stand in front of Felicia instead. “Um, not really. You know how it is. That spider swings in and out of my life on a whim. I can’t help but feel like I’m not very important. I don’t have feelings for him anymore, we are not involved, but it just makes my life feel so blah in comparison.” She wants to feel important too. She’s been spending lots of time every week applying for auditions, doing cold readings, and more until her head spins. Nothing is working out at the moment.

Felicia’s eyes widen. “Little loose lips, are you feeling the liquor, already?” she asks with a chuckle.

"What? Of course not!” Mary Jane protests. She grasps Felicia’s hands. “Come on. I’ll prove it to you, let’s dance!” Mary Jane tugs Felicia off her bar stool and towards the dance floor. Felicia’s heart starts to speed up and she swallows in an effort to stay calm. Maybe it’s the loud music, the warmth of the room, but the way Mary Jane’s ass swings in that tight little number she has on is amazing. Felicia leaps forward and wraps her arms around Mary Jane, pulling her close with a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Whatever you want, darling. Let’s dance.”

Mary Jane and Felicia whirl onto the dance floor, swept up in the crowd around them as they jump and pull each other close. Felicia traces her hands up and down Mary Jane’s waist and hips. Mary Jane, her face completely flushed from the alcohol, grinds against her and kisses her neck, her own hands wandering. In the intoxication of the night, it’s easy to get close and fall under the spell that is Felicia’s allure. She is beautiful and confident in the way she moves, her eyes never leaving Mary Jane.

With a light laugh, Felicia nibbles the tip of Mary Jane’s ear as she pulls her close for a moment. They sway against the crowd and she pulls back to looks deeply into her eyes with a luscious smile. “How are you feeling?”

Mary Jane wraps her arms around Felicia’s neck and presses her body to hers. Something about her hands on her body, the warmth of her presence, Mary Jane wants more. Maybe she is feeling lonely, maybe she is a little drunk, but Felicia’s hands are filling the voids as the sweep down to her waist and caress her ass.

“Good!” Mary Jane shouts over the music. A pop number by Katy Perry blares over the speakers and the crowd around them screams. In a sudden surge of dancers, Felicia grabs Mary Jane’s arms and pulls her off to the side of the dance floor until they are against a wall where only the sparkle of the disco light breaks up the darkness.

As the music’s bass throbs in Mary Jane’s chest, she leans close to Felicia, staring at the swoop of her elegant brow, her plump lips, and the depth of her eyes. Caught in the trance of Felicia’s smile, her touch, and the low velvet of her voice, Mary Jane tilts her face up and kisses Felicia.

Felicia doesn’t even gasp or pull back as if she had been expecting this outcome, wishing for it. She cups Mary Jane’s face in her hands and kisses her back, nibbling her lip and letting her tongue explore. They push against each other, grasping for more as the kiss becomes more passionate and urgent.

Felicia spins and pushes Mary Jane back up against the wall, her knee pushes between her legs to fill the space between her thighs. After a few moments, Felicia catches herself and pulls back. Mary Jane, caught in the rush, leans in for more but finds only empty air. She opens her eyes to see Felicia watching her, biting her lip in thought.

“MJ, how about we take this somewhere else?”

All warm and fuzzy, reaching to feel more of her, Mary Jane nods. She nips a kiss on Felicia’s neck and runs her hands down her back, grasping the smooth leather over her ass.

“Yes, yes,” Mary Jane answers.

Mary Jane and Felicia pay for their remaining drinks and then exit the club, arm in arm. Outside, a line of yellow taxis drift up and down the city roads, spilling exhaust into that unique New York City air. Felicia holds onto Mary Jane tight and hails a taxi. When one pulls to the curb, they clamber inside and drop onto the worn-out seats. Felicia tells the driver an address and as they pull away from the curb, Mary Jane falls into her arms, clambering for another kiss.

As the taxi rocks through Manhattan traffic, Mary Jane pushes herself up against Felicia, pulling wants, truths, and demands from her in the form of eager kisses. Felicia obliges, sinking into the ardor and twisting her fingers into her red hair. As they fall back onto the seat, Mary Jane’s heels clatter against car door and she almost slips off the seat, but she doesn’t care. She wraps herself around Felicia and is absorbed in the moment.

When the car finally comes to a stop, they sit up and pay the driver. Mary Jane clings to Felicia’s arm, watching her every move as they step outside and enter an apartment complex. They rush through a first-floor lobby and into an elevator. Once the elevator dings and the doors open, Felicia half carries, half pulls Mary Jane to her apartment. The two stop before the door, full of giggles, as Felicia holds up her keys, gesturing to the door with a smile.

“Yes,” Mary Jane says. She swats at the keys as if she could take them for herself and open this door any faster. “Yes, let’s go now.”

***

“—a hope. Just like a feeling I need, it’s no joke—”

A heavy blanket slides away from Mary Jane’s face as she plasters herself against a silk-covered mattress and plush pillows. The world behind her eyelids is tinged red as morning sunlight pushes its way into her reality. A tinny ringtone-song echoes into the air.  

“—Up, down, turn around. Please don’t let me hit the ground—”

There is a groan, and a shift of weight slopes the mattress, dipping away from Mary Jane, as someone sits up, throws a blanket, and gets out of bed. The newly disturbed blanket settles over Mary Jane’s calves and the bare skin of her back is exposed to the morning air.

“Tonight I think I’ll walk alone. I’ll find my soul—beep!”

“Ah, shit. Didn’t know I still had that alarm set.” The mattress dips again as someone sits back down.

Mary Jane swallows, as a fear grows in her throat. Where is she? Who is this? She opens her eyes and the green eyes of Felicia Hardy meet her own. Mary Jane pulls back, jumping up until she sits crouched on top of the mattress, a large white bed that is not her own. Felicia sits up too, her body draped in a delicate black nightgown. Her white hair is ruffled, curling around her face and a few stray pieces stick up into the air. She clutches her phone in her hand where the music must have come from.

“Sorry sweetheart, I wanted you to sleep in a little longer,” Felicia says. She pouts and tosses the phone aside. She looks back at Mary Jane and then her expression lightens. “It’s good to see you again, though. An entire night with you hardly satiated that want.”

Mary Jane colors and goes to adjust her pajamas but her fingers brush only bare skin. She’s completely naked. She yelps and pulls the white comforter up to her chest. She looks around, suddenly taking in where she might be. She isn’t in her room back home but is in a bedroom with white walls, oak flooring, and airy features. To her right, a large patio sliding door opens to a balcony overlooking Manhattan. The bed is flanked by two bed side tables, lamps, and an armchair is by the patio door.

“Did I—Did we?!” Mary Jane sputters. Her cheeks burn and her hands begin to shake. “Where am I?!”

Felicia reaches out and grasps Mary Jane’s hands. She flinches but doesn’t push her away.

“Shh, it’s okay! Everything is alright. We are in my penthouse; we came here after the club last night. Do you remember?”

“Remember? I—” Mary Jane clamps her mouth shut. She remembers coming up to the penthouse last night, glued to Felicia’s side. How they stumbled inside, interlocked in an embrace, fighting for air with kiss after kiss. How Felicia held her, felt her, and the deep warm pulse of her want…Mary Jane remembered it all, but she couldn’t let Felicia know that. She could still taste her, smell her on her own body. Mary Jane fakes a shudder and pulls away. “I think I got a little carried away.”

“Carried away? That’s not what you said last night,” Felicia says. Mary Jane steps out of the bed, taking the blankets with her as she tip-toes towards the door over the chilly hardwood flooring.

“I don’t want to think about it. Can we pretend it never happened?”

“Pretend it never happened?” Felicia follows her out of bed. Mary Jane hurriedly leaves the bedroom and enters the main room of the penthouse where there is a kitchen and living room. She bends down to pick up her clothes that are strewn across the floor. Windows trace the bright room and her green dress is on the marble kitchen counter.

“Yeah—I was never here. Okay?” Mary Jane says. She shimmies her underwear back up her legs from behind the protection of the blanket and slips her bra on over her arms.

Last night, she had cried for more, clinging to Felicia’s body. Now she wants to leave? Mary Jane pulls on her dress and drops the blanket. She picks up her purse near the door and checks for her keys and wallet.

“Do you want me to call you a taxi?” Felicia offers.

“No thank you.”

A heavy sour feeling grows in Felicia’s chest. She had felt so alive just a few minutes ago. “Did I do anything you didn’t want me to? Did I hurt you in anyway?”

Mary Jane pauses, her phone halfway out of her purse. She shakes her head, a weak smile turning up her lips. “No, you didn’t. You were kind. I just don’t want it to mean anything.”

***

Throughout the following week, Mary Jane distracts herself with work. Her night spent with Felicia had been a weakness, giving into the attention she sought from those around her that were unresponsive. She wants to be someone important and while she works hard to do just that, sometimes she can feel so alone.

After a little bit of moping, Mary Jane receives a call from her agent one day to let her know she received a new role in a movie that she auditioned for a few weeks ago. The role wasn’t what she auditioned for but was a secondary character with an LGBTQ+ background. It was a coming-of-age story and they just fell in love with Mary Jane’s audition tapes. She is the character they imagined.

Mary Jane accepts it. Would this role have been possible a few weeks ago? Before she met Felicia? There is no reason her experience with Felicia would change or alter her life in any way, right? Mary Jane was the same girl she had always been.  She will do just as well in the role now as she would have, she convinces herself. Why wouldn’t she?

A few weeks of practicing lines and meeting the team on set go by when one day after walking through a new scene, Felicia catches her outside after work in the parking lot. Her hands are full of coffee and sweet snacks. Mary Jane considers walking by her, as if she is here for someone else, but slows to a stop instead.

“MJ! Wait!” Felicia calls.

“Hi! Um, how did you find me?” Mary Jane asks.

“I have my ways,” Felicia answers. She is beaming, already presenting the food to Mary Jane as if it is an award or some kind of gift. Mary Jane, not sure what to do, accepts the treats. She is a little hungry and it would be mean to turn down something so nice. After handing over coffee and sweet, Felicia wraps a free arm around Mary Jane and kisses her on the cheek.

Mary Jane blushes and pulls away. She looks over her shoulder and around the emptying lot. “What are you doing?!”

“I wanted to come see you. How have you been?” Felicia asks. She shrugs and bats her eyelashes at her.

After that meeting and small chat, Felicia starts to appear more in Mary Jane’s life. They meet up after work, catch a movie, and she even went over to Mary Jane’s apartment in Queens for dinner one night. When they are together, Mary Jane watches Felicia almost like an understudy. She analyzes every detail. How can one woman be so confident and sure of herself? Each day at work as the weeks go by, she finds more and more of her thoughts wrapped around Felicia. She thinks about the way her eyes sparkle when she laughs. How she feels safe with her and curious, wanting to know all the little details about her likes, dislikes, past, and ideas for the future. Pretty soon, as filming begins and Mary Jane settles into the role of her new character, she grows with a newfound confidence alongside her blooming romance.

Now on a weekly basis, Felicia and Mary Jane are meeting for dinner. They are at Mary Jane’s apartment again. The last couple of visits, becoming a normal occurrence, have turned into something exciting to look forward to. After her messy exit from Felicia’s penthouse, Mary Jane expected to never see her again. She twists her fingers and buries herself in her thoughts as she sits at the kitchen table.

Felicia sits down next to Mary Jane and touches her chin with a manicured nail.

“I know you wanted to forget everything, but what if we start over?” Felicia asks. “I’ll take ‘no’ for an answer, but I’ll warn you, I am pretty stubborn.”

“What do you want?” Mary Jane asks.

“I want to steal your heart, MJ,” Felicia says. She snorts and sinks her head against Mary Jane’s shoulder.

Mary Jane dissolves into laughter. “That was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard!”

Felicia hiccups and tries to catch her breath. “Yeah, but it worked, right?”

Mary Jane reaches out, gently stroking her hair. The white locks slip between her fingers and merge with the rest to cascade down her shoulders. She touches a knuckle to Felicia’s smooth skin and then cups her chin.

“Yeah, it did.” She leans forward and gives her a kiss.

***

“Knock knock!”

Mary Jane, dressed casually in an old T-shirt and leggings, walks into her bedroom. There is a large white bed with a black headboard, a bedside table, and a closet by the door. A set of windows on her left have been opened and Felicia peeks her head in from outside.

“Felicia!” Mary Jane squeaks. She runs to the window and grasps her arms. “What are you doing out here? I was waiting by the door for you.” Felicia, holding onto the window ledge with ease, gives Mary Jane a mischievous smile.

“And miss your reaction? Of course not!” She lifts up a leg and climbs inside, joining Mary Jane on the firm flooring. Felicia is dressed in black running shorts, exposing her long legs, and a black tank top. She drops a bag that is slung over her shoulders onto the ground.

“I mean, it’s not like you are the first person to do that,” Mary Jane says. Peter Parker used to come through her window all the time back when they were friends or were dating. It’s surprising to see someone else do it.

“I understand. He was a nerdy little boy, wasn’t he?” Felicia says.

“Hah—don’t get me started,” Mary Jane says. “Do you want anything to drink? I was just about to start cooking.” Felicia wraps her hands around Mary Jane’s waist before she can exit the room. She pulls her close, pulling her butt against her hips.

“I’m not too hungry yet. Why don’t we hang out in here for a while?” Felicia asks. Mary Jane turns around in her arms with a smile.

“Of course,” she says. She kisses her softly then leads her to the bed. They flop down on the plush comforter and roll into each other’s arms.

During the newfound time they spend together, they had spent hours in bed talking, having sex, and simply laughing. These moments are full of joy for Mary Jane. She holds them delicately in her hands like precious pearls, something so delicate yet bold in its beauty. When she is with Felicia, she feels so open and free. Her heart spills right into her hands as her fears, worries, and curiosities about life are all accepted and heard. They bond and tease over their mutual connection with Peter. Mary Jane talks about her parents and how they fill her with concern at the dangers of marriage and relationships. Felicia opens up and tells her about her college life and how she became the Black Cat.

Their words knit together a fabric of sorrow, kindness, and comfort. Every word spoken finds a foothold in the other, finds a home in open and listening ears. When they tire of words, their bodies pick up the sentences and they spend endless moments in each other’s embrace.

As they sink back into the blankets, Felicia speaks up.

“I have an idea. Can I ask you something, different?”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

Felicia rolls over onto her side and looks at Mary Jane. She pinches her nose and then reaches out to pet Mary Jane’s head. She opens her mouth and is frozen for a moment as she searches for the right words. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to try something new in the bedroom. I have some…interests…and I wanted to see if you would like to try them?”

Mary Jane rolls onto her side and props herself up on one elbow. “Interests?”

“Have you ever tried BDSM?” Felicia asks.

Mary Jane’s eyes widen. “BDSM?”

Felicia colors and waves a hand. “Yeah, but you don’t have to—”

“You want to do BDSM? With me?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to weird you out, I—”

“You don’t weird me out,” Mary Jane says. “It’s totally normal, you just caught me off guard. I thought you were simply going to bring up a new position or some other place to have sex in.”

“What? Now what are you hinting at?”

“Nothing! Tell me more!” Mary Jane playfully smacks Felicia’s shoulder. She flops onto her back and scoots over until Felicia is leaning over her. “Tell me about your BDSM fetish.”

Felicia bites her lip and strokes Mary Jane’s head. “I wanted to see if we can incorporate it into our lifestyle. I love being with you but my need for this, it bubbles up into my chest and gets so big it almost hurts. When you are in my grip, when your fingers are in me—when you kiss me, I want more. I want to do everything I can to stretch out and enjoy those moments even more,” Felicia admits. Her usual confidence slips away and her nerves come through as she shrugs under the weight of her thoughts.

Mary Jane hums a suggestive note. She playfully tweaks Felicia’s nipple through her shirt and presses against her. Felicia bats her hand away then drops to lay on her, pulling up her knees so she kneels over Mary Jane’s chest, her thighs tight to her sides.

“I like the sound of that,” Mary Jane says. “I’m a little surprised, kind of shocked. But how can I say no to you?”

“Really?”

“Really. I’ve never tried it—so you know. But I would like to try something with you. I’m curious. I guess I can't help it." What will happen? Will she tie her up and then fuck her? Is there more to it than that? She really isn’t sure.

Felicia’s eyes flash a deep, sensual desire. She traces Mary Jane’s face with her nails and starts to cover her with kisses, each one slowing down and starts to suck on her delicate skin. Mary Jane giggles and lays back her head, stretching to expose her neck. Felicia closes her mouth over the soft dip above Mary Jane’s clavicle and traces the lines across her body. She slips her fingers under Mary Jane’s shirt and starts to undress her. She pulls off her T-shirt and then rolls down her leggings, slowly slipping them down her bare legs to reveal an adorable pair of mint-green panties that match her lacy bra.

“Someone was ready to do more than just hang out,” Felicia teases. Mary Jane winces, Felicia’s fingers tickle her, sending a cold jolt of excitement up her body as her fingers trace the crease between her hip and thigh.

“Well, I know you!” Mary Jane says with a gasp. She lifts her hips and grasps Felicia’s arm. Her eyes are warm and watery as a desire begins to grow within her, paired with her curiosity. “I want you on top of me,” Mary Jane whispers. “I want to be under your control.” Felicia’s eyes widen. She quickly nods and then hops off the bed, grabbing the bag she brought with her. As Felicia unzips the bag and plunges her hands inside to pull out whatever toys she brought with her, Mary Jane stretches her arms back on the bed, breathing deeply into her racing heart and trembling thoughts.

In the times that Mary Jane and Felicia slept together, she felt powerful, vulnerable, and treasured in Felicia’s hands. Something about her was a safety net, and at the same time, a terrifying—visceral—feeling of standing on a cliff’s edge. There was so much needed and brand new between them.

Felicia comes back onto the bed, pulling some items behind her. Before Mary Jane can see what she has, Felicia pounces back on top of her and pulls her into a deep kiss.

“Are you ready?” Felicia whispers between her kisses and love bites.

“Yes, please,” Mary Jane manages. Felicia pulls a line of nylon rope from behind her and kisses Mary Jane’s forehead, her shoulder, then up her arms. She pulls her arms over her head, naturally guiding Mary Jane to arch her back slightly, displaying her breasts in a delectable manner. Mary Jane’s hair falls back across the mattress as Felicia kneels by her head, deftly tying her hands together. The smooth material slips over her wrists before tightening into a firm yet gentle binding.

“We’ll keep things simple today,” Felicia says. She ties Mary Jane’s hands to her headboard before coming back to kiss her once more. Before Mary Jane can say anything, Felicia slips her hands under her bra and grasps her breasts, massaging the hardening nipples between her fingers. Mary Jane gasps, leaning her head against her bound arms.

Felicia kisses her neck, lightly nipping her before removing her bra and kissing her breasts. She bites and sucks, filling Mary Jane with a tingling excitement. Out of habit, Mary Jane pulls her legs up, as if the feeling itself could make her ball up and disappear into the shimmering light of stars in her mind, but Felicia makes her hold on. She removes Mary Jane’s underwear and tosses it to the floor. She kisses her thighs, pushes her legs down, and then reaches between them to softly finger her.

Mary Jane whimpers and leans into Felicia’s touch. Her cheeks flare up with a great warmth. Her toes start to tingle as Felicia presses a finger into her, then two, and three. She begins to move her hand back and forth, picking up speed as Mary Jane opens up to her. Mary Jane arches and a moan more akin to a yip escapes her lips. Felicia laughs and relinquishes her hold on her.

“My lovely girl,” Felicia says. She pulls out another toy and reveals a leather and silicon ball gag. She dangles it before Mary Jane’s face with a questioning look. Unsure how to take it, Mary Jane is open mouthed between pants, and the attempt to form a vocal question.

“Okay? H-how?” Mary Jane asks. Her legs are shaking and she twists her hands against her bounds.

“Open your mouth. I promise, it’ll get good,” Felicia purrs. She leans close to Mary Jane and presses the ball to her lips. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

Mary Jane shakes her head. “No, I’ll try. I want you; I want to try new things with you,” Mary Jane says.

“Really? Tell me more,” Felicia teases.

“Yes, I do.”

“How much?”

“Please! Just put it in!” Mary Jane exclaims. She opens her mouth presenting herself to Felicia. A heat stirs within Felicia, and she carefully helps Mary Jane put on the ball gag. Mary Jane squeaks and murmurs behind the gag but her voice is muffled and her words unknown. Her tongue is pushed back into her mouth as the ball takes up most the space in her mouth. A small drip of drool trickles onto her chin but Felicia wipes it up, gives her a kiss, and strokes her cheek.

Felicia gets up and ties Mary Jane’s feet down with more nylon rope, connected to the end of the bed. Bound and unable to move, Mary Jane lies completely open and in Felicia’s control. Her excitement heightens into a heady rush as Felicia peels off her own tank top and kicks off her booty shorts. She is wearing a lacy black bra and a pair of briefs with a circle at the front. Mary Jane grunts in question, swallowing frantically against the restraining gag.

Felicia picks up a large black silicon dildo, matching the color of her briefs. She attaches it to the front of her underwear and poses with her hands on her hips. In the dimming light of the bedroom, she looks like a hermaphrodite-goddess with the sunset’s rays caressing her skin.

“Hah—is this okay?” Felicia asks. She falters for a moment, wanting to make sure Mary Jane is alright. Mary Jane nods, a string of grunts and drool dripping from her lips. Felicia licks her lips and kneels over Mary Jane. She reaches into Mary Jane’s warmth, stimulating her with tantalizing strokes. As she does this, she reaches for a tube of lube that she left on the bed spread after emptying her bag and empties the contents onto her free hand to rub it up and down the length of the dildo. Mary Jane’s eyes trace her movements, looking hazy with need.

Felicia lines up over Mary Jane, grasping her hips as she lowers herself to line the dildo up with her. She moves the gelled-up tip against her, tracing the lips of her pink labia. Mary Jane jerks, the feeling strange, but Felicia’s hands slip against her and help guide the dildo in, penetrating her and sliding in slowly, fitting within her. Felicia sighs as her thighs bump against Mary Jane’s. Mary Jane breathes deeply, clenching at the new insertion. Felicia rubs her thighs and kisses Mary Jane’s belly in a gentle motion.  

“Relax, just relax MJ,” Felicia says. She begins to move, thrusting slowly and steadily. Each thrust elicits a squeak or moan from Mary Jane who trembles beneath her. Felicia grins, picking up the speed. She reaches and squeezes Mary Jane’s butt. “I love this dump-truck ass, of yours,” she whispers. She squeezes tighter and continues to thrust, harder, and faster. Mary Jane begins to writhe, stretching out her legs and clenching her hands. Her body arches and a cry bursts from her mouth, spitting out her passion as a trembling orgasm echoes through her body and brings tears to her eyes.

“Already? Dear, you better get ready to hold on,” Felicia exclaims. She continues, holding on tight to Mary Jane’s quivering body. She falls into a quick rhythm, switching from deep hard thrusts to quick, shaking motions to fully involve Mary Jane in the moment. Felicia plunges in, deep, as Mary Jane cries out again, her body falling slack as Felicia moans, calling out her pleasure in dominating her lovely red head. The bed squeaks, their bodies thump, and their cries mingle into the coming night.

***

An hour later, Mary Jane spits out the ball gag as Felicia helps to pull it away. Her body is spent, all limbs trembling with fatigue and her over-exerted heart is somewhere deep in her stomach, catching its breath after such a serious session of lovemaking. Untied and finally freed, Mary Jane collapses onto her side, pulling her legs to her chest. Felicia drops next to her, her long white hair trailing behind her head. She rolls over and kisses Mary Jane on the lips.

Exhausted, Mary Jane’s arm flops across Felicia’s chest as she is unable to speak. She opens and closes her mouth and rolls her tongue around to get the feeling back into her mouth. Her legs ache and between them throbs the silent song of countless orgasms come and gone.

“H-holy shit,” Mary Jane manages to say. She croaks a laugh and curls closer to Felicia. “I, I can’t even think…straight.”

Felicia kisses her nose and twines her hands into Mary Jane’s hair. Naked, they lay close, a sheen of sweat drapes across their bodies, making them glow in the darkness.

“Having you under me feels so good,” Felicia growls. “Under me, on top, beneath—I can’t wait to have you every which way.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Mary Jane agrees. “I was curious, but I didn’t think I would like it that much. It’s awkward, but I think you blew my mind.”

“Hah, well I am glad you liked it,” Felicia answers. She kisses Mary Jane’s hand and stretches.

“What was the dildo that you used? I haven’t seen one like that before.”

“Oh, are you experienced with them?” Felicia teases.

“No! I’m just asking!” Mary Jane exclaims, her cheeks burning with residual sweat and exertion.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I used the strap on briefs. It’s a regular dildo attached to specialized briefs. I figured I should prepare appropriately for your first time with such gear. Regular straps can cause burns or too much friction if you are not used to them,” Felicia says.

“Oh, I see. I was wondering because it looked different.”

“Strange?”

“No! Of course not.”

“I’m only teasing. It’s only one of the many things you will learn about BDSM.”

Mary Jane, now a little more in control of her body, sits up a little and leans against Felicia. “Like, tying me up?”

“Yes, but that is only a fraction of the things we can do.”

“There’s more?” Mary Jane asks.  

“Girl, there are so many things we haven’t even tried yet!”

“Like what?”

Felicia sits up too and taps on Mary Jane’s forehead as if she is a child who asks too many questions or all the wrong ones. She smiles. “Maybe, when you feel up to it, we can go to a BDSM club sometime? When you feel comfortable enough.”

“Really? You don’t do things like this there, do you?”

“Haha, we’ll work our way into this slowly. Just an idea. Think of it as something a little more exciting than a regular club.”

Mary Jane nods along. “I’ll think about it,” she says. “If you are there, I’ll want to be where you are so it’s not that much of a jump. I think.” No matter where Felicia is, she wants to follow. Be it a club, a new relationship, and new pleasures—if Felicia is involved, she wants to be there. She knows she wants it all.

***

Ocean Prime at the corner of 123rd West and 52nd street is a famous spot in the culinary world of the Big Apple. The building sits on the side of a main road with a powerful presence. The building has a golden glow and a large awning out front as it welcomes guests into its expensive arms.

Felicia has a history of being a famous cat-burglar, like her father, in New York City. With the crystal chandeliers suspended above their table and menu with prices up in unmentionable numbers, it is hard to wonder if her history of robbery allows her to enjoy such riches. How did she afford her gorgeous penthouse? Regardless, Felicia has been completing several jobs recently where she steals stolen items, returning them to the rightful owners for a reward. No matter what she does, the chandeliers and crystal glasses have nothing on her sparkling beauty.

Draped in a buxom black gown, Felicia wears a sweetheart-sleeveless corset with a bedazzled neckline and a long split-gown skirt. She has on a black lace and chain collar and her hair is down, cascading over her shoulders. Mary Jane, poised above the juicy steak on her plate, wears a white ribbed corset and a long skirt with a slight bustle, splitting over one of her thighs. She wears a matching white collar and pendant. Her red hair is down, lifting gently off her shoulders as she turns to smile at Felicia.

“So, you enjoy sneaking into my apartment?” Mary Jane asks. Her apartment in Queens is much smaller than Felicia’s but the cat burglar has been using her skills to sneak in again and again. Mary Jane picks at the last pieces of her steak, the after taste of champagne on her tongue.

“I love surprising you. Why walk up the stairs when I can come through your window instead?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Totally.”

“You know what would make more sense to me?”

“Taking the elevator? I don’t know why you would walk up the stairs in an apartment building,” Mary Jane answers.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. There is something else that makes so much more sense.” Felicia puts her fork down, her meal done, and leans over the table towards Mary Jane.

“Hmm?” Mary Jane pops the last piece of steak in her mouth, the flesh the same tint as her rosy-red lips.

“I like being close to you, whenever I can. What if we could be closer?”

“What do you mean?” Mary Jane asks.

“MJ, would you like to move in with me?” Felicia asks earnestly. She folds her hands in her lap and her full attention is on Mary Jane as Mary Jane’s mind spins away. She hasn’t told anyone yet about her current relationship with Felicia. It’s a private thing, delicate, especially since she isn’t sure how to break the news about being a lesbian to her family and friends. What if someone blames the movie she is shooting in? That would be a little ridiculous but upsetting all the same.

“Um, really?” Mary Jane asks. The check is set on their table and Felicia rifles through her purse for her debit card. The waiter returns, takes the check, and brings back the receipt once all is done. In those moments, Mary Jane sits in silence, turning Felicia’s question over in her head. Felicia gets up from the table and helps Mary Jane out of her seat. They stand together as the champagne colors their cheeks.

“Move in with you? You and me?” Mary Jane repeats. Her heart flutters. But she still has a few months on her lease in Queens. She was proud to get the apartment all on her own. What would she do if she did move in with Felicia? Would they split the rent? How much was the penthouse? Would she feel useless if she wasn’t contributing as much as her partner? All the logistics and what ifs spin around, increasing the whirlwind in her mind.

Felicia touches Mary Jane’s wrist, pulling her back into orbit. Without all the problems of Mary Jane’s social and family life, she starts to lean towards Felicia, drawn in by her alluring offer. If she is honest with herself, she would be so happy to be with her.

Felicia wraps her arms around Mary Jane and caresses her cheek. “You know I’ll always be here for you, right? We can take this at whatever pace you need. But I will be here. Okay?”

Mary Jane melts in her embrace. Felicia closes the gap and kisses Mary Jane deeply, savoring the sweet taste of her lips. Mary Jane moans, a soft purr building in her throat. She kisses Felicia back and clutches her with her hands. Suddenly, they stop, and Felicia’s eyes level with hers. A need and a want is made very clear.   

***

Mary Jane and Felicia hurry back to Felicia’s apartment, attached at the hip. Felicia swoops Mary Jane up into her arms and princess carries her into the apartment where the soft vanilla scent of the spotless penthouse welcomes them home. Felicia drops Mary Jane, setting her back on the floor in the kitchen, her heels clattering as they hit the marble floor. Felicia reaches for the zipper at the back of Mary Jane’s dress and pulls it down. She maneuvers out of her own dress and both fabrics drop to the floor with a swish.

Felicia is wearing a black lace push-up bra and a matching lace thong. Her breasts spill over the fabric, fit to burst from their containment. She puts her hands on Mary Jane’s bare waist, pushing her back against the counter as she traces the white of her matching lingerie. She looks adorable. Felicia picks Mary Jane up and sets her on the counter, drawing her face to hers as they continue to kiss.

Moving in with Felicia would be a big deal. Mary Jane would have to end her apartment’s contract early, she would need to come out to everyone else in her life, and she would need to make a big—scary—leap into commitment. Her parents are the prime example of why she should never get married or spend her life with someone. Peter Parker only cemented that fear in the way he quickly swung in and out of her life, always putting his life of crime first. But Felicia? Every kiss and sensual touch pull Mary Jane closer to an edge she has never felt. She drifts into an open sea of emotions with her guard down and her heart open. The possibility of their unknown future is a distant shore, and she only has one buoy in hand. Felicia floats on the ocean current, drawing her in with an honest siren’s song. Not one of trickery, but of lust, confidence, and trust.

Mary Jane twists her hands into Felicia’s hair and pushes her head back, sinking down to passionately kiss her neck, gently sucking and leaving little love bites. Felicia groans and sways gently, running her hands up and down Mary Jane’s legs, snagging her fingers on the lacey strings of her thong.

In a sudden rush, Felicia scoops Mary Jane up and off the counter. Mary Jane wraps her legs around Felicia’s waist, suddenly done with the kitchen and wanting more from her lover.

“Go, go, go!” Mary Jane urges. Felicia carries her to the bedroom, pushing open the door with her shoulder and unceremoniously dumps her onto the bed. Mary Jane lands with a thump and rolls over just as Felicia descends upon her, covering her with kisses and letting her hands explore ever dip and curve to her body.

Felicia unclips Mary Jane’s bra and lets it fall to the side of the bed. Her pale breasts are bright in the darkness of the room. Empowered, as an object of desire before her lover, Mary Jane sits up and opens her legs, inviting Felicia to come closer and feel her.

They begin to kiss again. Mary Jane slips off Felicia’s lace bra and flings it to the ground. Felicia lays on top of her, their breasts smooshing together as they continue to kiss and fondle each other. As Mary Jane gasps and smiles at Felicia between their actions, Felicia sits up and hooks her fingers around Mary Jane’s panties. She pulls them down, slowly tracing them over her long legs as she removes them. She softly kisses Mary Jane’s ankle, then up her legs, caressing her beauty marks and the occasional freckle as she works her way up her calf, past her knee, and traces her mouth over her thighs.

Felicia pushes her face between Mary Jane’s legs and kisses her deeply, her tongue playing with her clit, as she sends an urgent wave of electricity up Mary Jane’s body. Mary Jane wraps her fingers in Felicia’s hair, as if to keep her there until Felicia eventually resurfaces to give Mary Jane a mischievous smile. Tears prick Mary Jane’s eyes, there is a red tint to her cheeks, the droop of her eyes and her open mouth as she catches her breath stirs great enjoyment within Felicia. She wants to keep doing this to Mary Jane forever. To endlessly make her feel so good and unravel at every touch.

Felicia pushes her fingers inside Mary Jane with a pop, the warm skin accepting her hand in a moist embrace. She beings to stroke her inner G-spot, tracing her fingers against the ribbed flesh of her vagina’s interior.

“Mmm, yes!” Mary Jane moans. She twists her feet and bunches the bed sheets in her hands. Felicia moves her hand faster and reaches to touch the clit with her other.

“What was that?” she asks. “Do you want more?”

“Y-yes!”

“How much more?” Felicia teases. She slows her strokes, deepening her reach. She nibbles the inside of Mary Jane’s thigh and licks her as she quivers.

“Dammit, Felicia! Don’t stop!” Mary Jane yelps. Felicia giggles and increases her speed, pushing Mary Jane into a moment of pure feeling. A burning fire takes over Mary Jane’s body as Felicia touches her. She arches and twists as it rages through her and a sudden feeling takes over the lower half of her body, building stronger and stronger until there is a sudden release that leaves her dazed and limp on the mattress.

Felicia laughs and removes her hands. “Oh, my love. Well done, but don’t leave me yet. I still have plenty I want to do to you.” Felicia climbs over Mary Jane and rolls her onto her stomach. Mary Jane squeaks, instantly meek in the dominated position she now craves. Felicia reaches around and squeezes her breasts while laying atop her. She bites her neck lovingly and strokes her as Mary Jane catches her breath.

“How’s it feel, Red?” Felicia whispers into Mary Jane’s ear. Mary Jane swallows and shakes her head as if trying to come back to attention.

“Good, really good,” she says. Her voice is raspy from all her gasping and moaning at every touch. Felicia chuckles and presses a kiss to her shoulder blade.

“What would you like to do next?” Felicia asks. She traces her thumb over Mary Jane’s nipple, making her shiver.

“I, I want you. I just want you,” Mary Jane says, sinking into Felicia’s hands.

“And I, you,” Felicia answers.

She gets up and goes to her closet where she has a selection of toys and props. She selects a strap-on dildo, different from the briefs pair she wore last time. This one had better control and movement, while the other did prevent some chaffing and burns. In the end, the classic is always the best.

Coming back to the bed, Felicia kneels down and strokes Mary Jane. Mary Jane rolls over and bounces up, kissing her quickly.

“I want you to take me,” Mary Jane says. “I want all of you in all of me.” Her smile twists and trips over her cheesy phrases and sudden energy. Felicia grins and straps on the dildo, securing the device around her pelvis and thighs.

“Don’t worry, we are only just beginning,” she says. Felicia pushes Mary Jane back down onto the bed on all fours with her back to Felicia. She traces kisses up and down her back as she reaches into her again and excites her for this next round.

On her knees, Mary Jane quivers with anticipation. Felicia covers the dildo with a scented lube then begins rubbing it across Mary Jane’s ass and up and down her thighs, teasing her with the device. With Felicia in a place of power behind her, Mary Jane is eager to give in and be enjoyed. She presses her palms against the mattress, balling her hands and clenching her teeth as Felicia pushes inside of her with the dildo’s massive girth. She begins to rock gently, finding a rhythm and then pushes harder, and faster as Mary Jane’s world splits into a kaleidoscope of colors and nerves. Her stomach clenches, her heart hammers up against her rib cage, and her throat creates the most unknown of sounds as she dissolves into the pleasure of the moment.

Felicia grabs onto Mary Jane’s hips and rams her harder. Mary Jane cries out, reacting to her thrusts. Nothing is better than making her feel good like this. Felicia, with her heightened endurance, speed, and strength, keeps up a tantalizing pace, fucking Mary Jane out of her mind. Once Mary Jane cries out for a third time, and her body sags in exhaustion, does Felicia stop and pull out. She holds onto Mary Jane and gently guides her to the mattress where they collapse in a heap of tired smiles.

“Oh, my goodness,” Mary Jane gasps. “I’ve hit the jackpot. You are insane.”

Felicia unstraps the dildo from around herself and tosses it onto the floor. She rolls over to gather Mary Jane in her arms, skin sticking to skin, and their breath heating up the air around them. A red strand of hair is stuck to Mary Jane’s check.

“So, does all this excitement mean you want to move in with me?” Felicia asks. She speaks barely above a whisper, nervous if Mary Jane has any other intentions. She wants her in her life, every day, night, and morning. If Mary Jane is not ready for that yet, that is alright, but she needs her in every way. She’ll wait, but she still hopes this dream can come true.

Mary Jane’s eyes search the room, tracing the ceiling to the open windows showing the downtown city lights. “Move in with you?” she repeats. “Of course. Of course, I want to move in with you.”

Felicia kisses her. She can’t believe it! Tonight is only the first of many to come for them. She can’t wait to carry Mary Jane over this threshold again and again. She will always treat her like a queen.

Mary Jane pulls away and fixes her with a semi-fake frown. “But do you promise to take responsibility and always love me? If I am here for you, I need to know you are here for me.” Felicia listens quietly as Mary Jane knits the words together, pausing and glancing at her as she speaks. Mary Jane bites her lip and waits for an answer.

Felicia hugs her tight, the sheets around them wrinkling and shuffling. “Of course, you won’t be able to get rid of me!”

“Really?”

“Really, I love you, Red.”

***

Mary Jane’s Aunt, Anna Watson, has a tidy little home on Forest Hills in Queens, New York. The blue siding and the tidy lawn just next to the Parker’s house is a reminder of being a teenager, and her life before now.

Mary Jane and Felicia are sitting on a sofa in Anna’s living room. Anna is poised in a blue armchair and wears a pink sweater and matching slippers. Her brown hair has faded into gray over the years, but her wise and aware demeanor is always the same.

When Mary Jane moved out of her apartment in Queens, ended the lease early, and moved in with Felicia, she had told Aunt Anna that Felicia was a friend. Over the next couple of months, she spent time transitioning into her new lifestyle and identifying as a lesbian. Her co-workers on the movie set had been thrilled and told her they knew she was perfect for her LGBTQ+ role. The directors had even asked if she could advise them on some details in the script but Mary Jane, still getting used to everything, told them she was only beginning to learn about her new identity and preferences. 

The shoots were about to wrap up in a week or two and before the movie started marketing and planning for a premiere, she knew she had to do one last thing. That was to come out to Aunt Anna before she accidentally heard about her niece and girlfriend on TV, or somewhere else.

On top of this, it is concerning to have not told her right away. Aunt Anna has always been a part of her life—which made coming out scarier in case it went awry—so why didn’t she tell her right away? There is nothing to be ashamed of and there is a good possibility that Aunt Anna will accept Felicia into the family as well. Felicia is delighted to be meeting Aunt Anna. She loves every opportunity she gets to show off her lover whether that be meeting someone new or simply going out on many dates around town.

“I’m glad to hear your movie is going well. I can’t wait to be the first in line to buy some tickets,” Aunt Anna says. She smiles, her face outlining into wrinkles around her lips and eyes.

“Thank you!” Mary Jane exclaims. “It’s been a thrilling ride so far. I’m eager to see the finished results.”

“How has the new apartment been? I never thought you could make it all the way over to Manhattan so soon,” Aunt Anna asks. “I hope you two are getting along. It’s always hard to share a space with someone new.” Her mouth twists as if she just said a joke. Felicia laughs haltingly before clamming up into a smile. If only she knew.

“Really good,” Mary Jane says. “There is actually something I’ve been wanting to tell you about that.”

“Yes? What is it?”

Mary Jane takes a big breath and holds onto Felicia’s arm for support. A clock on the wall ticks. “Felicia and I are together. We’ve been partners for a few months now. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you sooner, I was just worried.”

Aunt Anna pauses and her smile turns into a frown. “What?”

“She’s my girlfriend. I moved in with her after we started dating so we could be together.” Mary Jane’s fingers tremble a little. Felicia moves to wrap her hands in hers, holding her steady.

“Well, that’s a little unexpected,” Aunt Anna says. “I’m a little disappointed.” Dread fills Mary Jane’s stomach and bubbles up to her heart. This is what she feared. Aunt Anna taps the arms of her armchair in thought before looking back up into Mary Jane’s eyes. “I’m disappointed mostly that you couldn’t tell me sooner. There is no need for you to apologize, I should be apologizing for putting you into this position. I wish you didn’t feel like you had to make this an official announcement. I wish it could have just been as simple as telling me your favorite color.”

Aunt Anna shifts in her seat and looks out the window. Mary Jane clutches Felicia’s hands as both girls look at each other and over to the aunt. Is she actually okay with this?

“I did like Peter Parker. He is a nice boy, but he didn’t spoil you enough. He is hardly here and often leaves in such a rush; I wondered what his true focus was. Felicia, I’ve heard many good things about you and one thing that stands out to me is you are here. You are with Mary Jane, and you are often around too. I feel, with you, my girl won’t be so lonely anymore.”

“Absolutely,” Felicia says with a big grin. She pats Mary Jane. “I won’t be leaving this one alone anytime soon.”

Aunt Anna sighs. “I did want Mary Jane to have babies for me to play with one day but, oh well. While I don’t want to put any pressure on you girls—could you think about surrogates or adopting later down the road? What else is an old lady supposed to do in the twilight years of her life? I need grandkids to spoil!”

Mary Jane turns bright red and begins waving her hands. “Aunt Anna! You’ve only just met; you can’t say this yet!”

“Yeah, maybe we’ll get a cat or something you can babysit once in a while,” Felicia jokes.

“I would be happy with that. Just, keep being there for each other. That is your biggest strength.”

***

“I think learning how to trust someone is always the hardest part,” Felicia says. She and Mary Jane are cuddled up in bed, watching Friends on her television. Mary Jane is curled up with her head on Felicia’s chest as Felicia braids small pieces of her hair, twisting and untwisting the strands.

“I spent so much of my life angry and hurt for what had happened to me, I forgot to look for what I needed in the present.”

On the TV, the group of friends are stomping on the floor of their apartment, yelling at some annoying neighbors downstairs. Mary Jane chuckles and rolls back until she is nose to nose with Felicia.

“Until you met me?”

“Yes, until I met you. What comfort, peace, and happiness I have known ever since.” Felicia drops her hair and taps a custom-made red collar around Mary Jane’s neck. In cursive, the words “Property of F.H.” are inscribed across it. Mary Jane wears this collar around the house as her sub, much to Felicia’s enjoyment. “And just so much sexiness,” Felicia croons. She leans down to kiss Mary Jane.

“Face it Hardy, you’ve hit the jackpot!” Mary Jane says between kisses. Felicia giggles and pulls her close, covering her with love.

“I sure have, Red. I’ve won big for sure!”

“I’ll be by your side,” Mary Jane says.

Felicia rolls over on top of Mary Jane and whispers against her neck, “For now and forever.”

They fall into a passionate kiss as the television murmurs in the background and sunlight trickles into the windows. Mary Jane clutches Felicia to her, diving deeper into her new and treasured life.