Page 30 of Tyton: The Spider and the Dragonfly (Tyton #1)

She had waited. She had had dreams of scenarios and situations.

Knives, ropes, gags, but all she wanted now was Sesi herself.

Sesi stepped toward her. Callie lay mesmerised by the way her hips moved.

Her body fell into the weight of her knee placed on the bed.

She sunk into the mattress when she straddled her.

Callie’s breath hitched, prone and caught under her gaze.

Her nicknames for them caused a prescient smile.

Talia was indeed a dragonfly – chasing, hunting. Remarkably effective in getting what she wanted. Sesi was a spider. She had done nothing but lay in wait. She had even warned her, her web glistening in the morning dew, obvious to anyone who had eyes. And Callie had still walked straight into it.

Sesi pulled one of Callie’s legs over her shoulder, lowering herself onto the other. The liquid warmth of Sesi against her thigh made her actually drool and when she inched closer until they touched. Her clit sparkled in anticipation.

Sesi settled into a slow rhythm, undulating her core, grinding against and into her.

It seemed an odd choice to Callie, like this was too pure somehow.

She had expected something more raw. More visceral.

But as Sesi’s hips kept up their steady pace, Callie realised just what Talia had meant when she said Sesi was a planner.

She ground against her just enough for a taste, but her hips were never away long enough for her to lose it.

With each thrust the pressure grew – only a little each time.

Sesi never sped up, she only kept the same clockwork rhythm.

It wasn’t long until Callie became a whimpering mess.

She felt herself soaking the bed, and yet, her relief never quite came.

Sesi doled out her pleasure so minutely that Callie was always sure the next thrust would be the one that tipped her over, but it never did.

Growing frustrated, Callie angled her hips.

Her clit had grown so fat and sensitive that she was howling with abandon.

It was the most exquisite torture she had ever endured.

She wanted both to explode into a million pieces and to have this continue forever.

And when it finally came and Callie fell apart, Sesi rode her orgasm with her for what felt like hours.

Callie had no idea it could feel like that.

She only remembered afterward coming to attention when she heard Sesi’s voice in her ear.

“All warmed up?” she said with more husk than any woman’s voice had a right to have.

She found Sesi cradling her, arms wrapped around her ribs. She hadn’t even been aware.

Callie was not at all certain she was ready for more, but she was definitely warmed up.

It felt like her body had been pumped full of the most delicious molten Choklat and the mattress was going to envelop her.

Sesi breathed warmly against the shell of her ear, teeth grazing along its lobe.

The pads of Sesi’s fingers pressed firmly into the muscles of her neck and shoulders, her mop of thick black hair tickling her cheek.

Callie sighed, sinking into the feeling.

The care that Sesi took with her was almost as binding as the ropes she loved.

As she bit against the strands of Callie’s neck muscle, she imagined her teeth injecting venom into her system.

It coursed through her veins, speeding her heart, relaxing her breathing.

She felt the throbbing again at her core, the want had returned.

Normally, Callie was good for one orgasm, maybe two if they came in quick succession. Her body was simply too raw after that. But Sesi was so considerate and attentive that nothing hurt. Nothing was sore. And all she wanted was for Sesi to fill her.

Sesi saw the way Callie slid her calves together. She was ready. Her hands traced the indecent curve of her hips, her fingers finding purchase in Callie’s hair. She tugged and Callie’s breath hitched, but Sesi caught the smile lighting up her face, even in the dark.

Sesi slid around Callie, like her body was oil.

Her tongue traced the pulse line on her throat before it slipped between her breasts.

Sesi was entranced by the way they flowed with her.

Despite everything else about this world that was fucked up, breasts were a divine gift and she would be thankful every day for them.

Sesi bit, tugging gently at the shelf of fat just below Callie’s navel. Callie opened her eyes, transfixed at the silhouette of Sesi’s curves bent upward in the dark. She looked like the shadow of a demon, and Callie wanted it so badly. “This was not a good idea,” she panted.

“This was your idea, Freckles,” Sesi spoke into her skin.

“It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it,” she gasped between breaths.

Sesi laughed in surprise. Did you just quote a book at me?

Callie flushed, the interruption inexplicably setting off fireworks in her heart. “To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.”

“Smartass.” Sesi’s crooked smile returned. “If you desire to be good, begin by believing you are wicked.”

“Something wicked this way comes,” Callie whispered,

“Bradbury or Shakespeare,” Sesi lapped against her thighs.

“It’s so fucking hot that you know that.” Callie grabbed a fistful of Sesi’s hair, catching her grin before she put her entire mouth over Callie’s cunt.

“Oh god,” she breathed, holding tighter.

The flat of Sesi’s tongue swirled over her clit.

Callie pulled, grinding herself against Sesi’s mouth.

This feeling was new. Not oral sex – Callie had experienced that multiple times.

The feeling that she could come over and over again and still never be satisfied.

And she did. When she released her grip on Sesi’s hair, she was sure she would be scolded for the wrenching of her neck.

But Sesi only seemed to relish it, like it was a badge of honour.

She sat up, kneeling between Callie’s legs, slipping two fingers in with more ease than Callie had thought possible.

Sesi stroked, slowly, with that same rhythm she had used when scissoring, but this time, Callie understood. She knew what followed and she wouldn’t take it for granted this time.

Sesi admired the view of Callie from above. Her freckled skin, ample breasts and face completely relaxed in bliss. It gave Sesi a rush that she was the one responsible. That she was the one who was fortuitous enough to give such a beautiful woman this gift.

“This is where, if I had known, I would have brought my strap.” Sesi growled in a tease. Straps were not uncommon, but some he/they lesbians would also visit DocPods, if they could afford it, and get some extra equipment for an evening.

Callie propped herself up on her elbows. “I thought you were supposed to be good at planning.”

“Well, congratulations on fucking up my plans.” She slipped a third finger inside and a tingle of exultation came over her when Callie’s eyes lolled back in her head. “I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose.”

“I’ll do anything you want right now,” Callie panted, her grey eyes locking on to the faint light glinting off of Sesi’s.

She could barely see her anymore in the darkness.

Callie suspected that even in the blazing summer sun, she wouldn’t be able to make out more than vague shapes for all the endorphins fogging her eyes at the moment.

“Really?” Sesi challenged.

Callie nodded, her mouth hanging open. She thrust her hips against Sesi’s fingers.

“How about we see how full you need to be before…”

Callie was about to ask before what? but Sesi had slipped in a fourth finger and Callie felt like the magic of the universe itself was inside her.

Three had always been the limit for her, and even then, it was painful.

This was distilled pleasure. Like her body had been designed by some higher power for this and it was finally fulfilling its purpose.

“I need to know what size to bring when you decide to come to the club.” Callie could hear the derision in her voice.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t. That it was a bad idea.”

“It’s a terrible idea. But you seem to like it when I do terrible things.”

Sesi threaded the fingers of her other hand through her hair, tugging, providing just the slightest amount of pressure against her clit.

Callie felt it again, that maddening desire where there was almost enough pressure for her to come apart, but not quite.

Like the event horizon of a black hole. She would certainly tumble into blissful oblivion, but Sesi controlled the when .

And then she withdrew. Callie’s eyes flew open, desperately craving an answer to what she had done wrong.

Instead, she found Sesi drawing her tongue over each finger.

The gleam in her eye was all she could see.

In the dark, Sesi’s fingers pressed against her lips.

Callie sucked. It was filthy and depraved and Callie couldn’t find the will to care.

She only wished there were more fingers.

No sooner had the thought passed Callie’s mind than Sesi’s fingers returned to her core. Callie ached for them – like they were a missing part of her. She bucked in a vain attempt to gain relief.

None of her actions made sense. Callie had been in scenes where she had begged before, where she had been humiliated en route to subspace.

But here she was, trying to figure out how it was possible to so desperately want someone.

How to angle herself to get more of Sesi inside of her. How to merge with an entire person.

Sesi’s thumb slid over Callie’s clit and she sang.

She curled her fingers and Callie saw stars.

When her vision returned, her nails hurt.

There were holes in the mattress where she had torn it apart.

It didn’t matter because it was completely soddened.

She would need a new one. She would need to sleep somewhere else tonight.

“Fuck. Talia is going to find out,” she croaked. Callie hadn’t realised how loud she had been.

Sesi spread a blanket on the floor and lay down. She motioned for Callie to join her. Callie obliged, practically pouring herself into the contours of Sesi’s body. Cradling her head against her breast, Sesi’s breathing cured any insomnia.

“Do you trust me?” Sesi whispered in the dark.

“I shouldn’t,” Callie whispered back. She felt Sesi nod. “I’ll take care of this.”

The Hexaline ceiling began to glow far too soon. Callie shifted, but it was Sesi’s voice that woke her up. “Good morning.”

Callie turned and winced. Sleeping on the floor with Sesi as a pillow was not good for her neck. Sesi snorted. “I’ll have a new mattress sent over this afternoon.”

Callie pulled herself off the floor and deposited herself gracelessly on the ruined bed. The gravity of what had just happened started to hit her. “Talia…” she started.

“I told you, I’ll deal with the fallout.” Sesi found her pants.

“And us?”

“We fucked.” Sesi said it like it hadn’t shattered Callie’s world into pieces.

Her face wilted. It did not escape Sesi’s notice.

She stepped over and pulled Callie’s chin to look at her.

“I promised Talia I wouldn’t pursue you, and I always keep my promises.

What we did skirted that promise on a technicality. I shouldn’t have even come here.”

Callie picked at her fingernails. They were nearly raw now.

It had become an even worse habit with all of the accumulated stress.

Sesi knelt in front of her, taking her hands before they started bleeding.

“I promise you that I will deal with Talia.” Sesi’s deep brown eyes seemed like the most reassuring thing in the world.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Callie mewled.

Sesi’s stubby fingers cradled the back of Callie’s neck. “And that’s why everyone wants you.

Callie exhaled a soft smile at the compliment.

There was no way she could avoid hurting anyone, though she suspected giving up Sesi would cause her less damage than leaving Talia.

She wasn’t even sure Sesi could be hurt.

Though she was doing her best to reassure her that she could give up Talia.

Maybe that was Sesi’s way of protecting herself.

“Would you be hurt?” Callie asked. Sesi did not like where this was going. She had a plan. Because she always had a plan, but right now, Freckles needed to stop worrying.

“Immensely.” Sesi kissed her forehead. “But right now, you need to trust me. I’m the one in control, not you. Can you do that for me?”

Callie nodded and for the first time in a long time, despite the maelstrom around her, felt a twinge of relief.