A symbiotic tendril whipped out from Felicia's hand with barely a thought and snagged Mary Jane's wrist.
"I'm telling you MJ, it's fine," Felicia whispered forcefully. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Felicia, please let go of me," MJ said. She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was a lot of fear in her eyes and a slight tremble in her voice.
Felicia shivered at how much that fear turned her on. "You don't really want me to let go of you, MJ."
"Yes I do, I- mph?" Mary Jane was cut off as another tendril, this one a little thicker, shot out from the same arm and covered up her mouth.
"No you don't," Felicia purred. "Your words say you do, but your body tells me otherwise. You don't want to call Spider. You don't want to be rescued. You want to be a helpless damsel in destress, don't you?"
Mary Jane was even more frightened now, and she tried to pull away from Felicia. The platinum blonde allowed her to move back without breaking free. After all, Mary Jane was working her way into the bedroom. The redhead did not realize what was happening
until she had actually backed up against the bed.
"Don't worry Tiger," Felicia whispered with a hint of mockery on her breath. "I'll give you what you want, and I won't make you beg for it. Not at first, anyway."
Felicia's tendrils threw MJ on the bed, and more stretched out from her suit reaching towards Mary Jane's body.