Page 33 of Tyton: The Spider and the Dragonfly (Tyton #1)

Her shoulders were pulled back and her arms bent in overlapping right angles.

The rough scrape of two strands of jute bit against her elbows.

That must be Sesi, she thought, trying to orient herself.

She felt the rope cinch into a single column tie, binding her forearms together.

Callie wriggled her fingers, testing the restraint.

Sesi jerked the tie upward in response, keeping her bound and sending a jolt to her core.

The point never left her chin, but she felt Talia’s breath tease her lips.

She was so close, but between the knife at her throat and Sesi holding her back, Callie couldn’t move.

She opened her mouth in a silent beg. Talia graciously relented, taking one plush lip between her teeth.

It was unfair that she could make her want so badly for such a simple act.

The point left her throat and Callie relaxed – until she felt Talia grab one of the straps of her overalls. The cool flat of the knife slid against her chest and then she felt a quick jerk. The strap fell limp. Terror struck her like a bombshell. Was Talia using real knives?

Callie used her surge of adrenaline to focus her attention as Talia cut the second strap.

It fell away just like the first. The blood in her ears rushed so loudly, her audio processors compensated.

And then the weight of her breasts relaxed when the restraint of her sports bra vanished.

There was no way that could happen unless the knife was real!

Callie started hyperventilating. Sesi pulled her back by the stem of the TK into her arms. Lips pressed into the nape of her neck.

“You’re scaring Freckles, Talia.”

Talia licked a long line across Callie’s throat. “She likes being scared.” The point of the knife chased her tongue. Callie couldn’t tell if the liquid sensation that followed was Talia’s cooling saliva or her own blood.

Sesi applied the slightest amount of pressure to her spine, causing Callie to hunch forward.

She drew a rope around her arms and chest, reversed tension and then repeated the wrap.

The jute bit lusciously into her skin, like a warm hug.

A bit too much of a hug, actually. Was she constricting her breathing?

Sesi tied a second rope and pulled it taut under her breasts. She IS constricting my breathing, Callie thought. The knowledge did nothing to alleviate her hyperventilating.

“You should probably do something so she doesn’t pass out,” Talia said. The tip of the knife slipped underneath the top strands of rope.

“Don’t you dare cut my rope,” Sesi warned. “It’s expensive as hell,” she muttered.

Talia laughed. “You didn’t pay a single scrip for this.”

Sesi added a kannuki on either side. The rope, and her ribcage, wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Sesi ran her fingers through Callie’s short hair.

“Use your safe word if you need to,” she bit against the shell of her ear.

She could use her safe word, but not for mild discomfort.

And if her soaked underwear was any indication, she was enjoying their intimidation far too much.

There was nowhere else she would rather be than in the care of these two terribly violent women who had decided to pour all of their attention into her for the evening.

Sesi grunted her approval against the back of her neck. A third rope attached to the stem of her TK. Talia held her shoulders and a slight tension told her she must be attached to a suspension.

The knife edge drew across her throat to her traps and Callie gasped when they slacked as if the muscle had been severed. So strange , she thought, how the body reacts to the idea of being cut. In the darkness, Callie saw the faint light of subspace calling in her periphery.

Sesi slipped a fourth rope through the bottom wraps and cinched them to the top. She felt it draw through one kannuki and then the other. Sesi wrapped twice, compressing her breasts. Callie’s nipples thrummed with blood.

Talia shoved her from behind and Callie stumbled, but the suspension held her fast. The rope drew from the stem across her neck hitching through the top wrap and back again like a collar.

Talia yanked the stem and Callie fell backward into Talia. The edge of the knife found its way back to her throat. Teeth grazed her ear, followed by Talia’s molten tongue. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” Callie’s voice hissed. She hadn’t realised just how constricted she was.

“You’re lucky Sesi’s here, because I would have fucked you senseless by now.” The blade drew a slow slice across her breasts, pulsing salaciously from compression. Talia had no idea how much Callie wanted her to do exactly that. She tried to whine, but could only produce a short puff of air.

“That’s because you have no concept of foreplay.” Sesi’s voice came from below. Her fingers curled around the waistband of her boyshorts and slipped them over her legs. The rush of cold air hit her core in their absence, only to be replaced by Sesi’s tongue.

Callie’s mouth hung open at the shock of relief. She tried to angle her hips, but Sesi had left.

“That’s cheating,” Talia whined.

“Oh stop, come here.”

Sesi stood on her toes and the two women shared a lascivious kiss, pinning Callie between them.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” Talia turned Callie’s head to claim her mouth and Sesi returned to her hips. Callie felt another length of rope slip roughly across her naked thigh.

“If you’re going to stand there, be useful and bend her over,” Sesi ordered Talia.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Oh, you would and you have,” Talia low tones taunted.

“Which is why we’re both ever so grateful for Freckles, here.”

Talia pushed Callie forward and Sesi drew the rough jute tightly across her arse, cuffing her other leg. Sesi pulled her ankle up and began to ladder tie her thigh to her shin.

“So pretty.” Talia marvelled.

“Patience. One more hold.”

Talia cupped her core. The blood rushing to Callie’s head almost made her lose it.

“Not there,” Sesi chided. “You’re going to spoil her for me.”

Callie could practically hear Talia grinning. Her other leg folded and then, she was done.

Callie was no more helpless than she was moments ago, but suspended, the feeling increased exponentially. She had allowed these two women to take her control and they did so with glee. Knowing that she wouldn’t have been able to stop them made the beaconing light of subspace throb harder.

“About fucking time.” Talia said, kneeling between her legs.

The cold flat of her blade pressed against her core like water sizzling on a grill.

Talia’s teeth teased her thigh and then she heard the clang of the knife against the floor.

Talia’s hands gripped her hips and she pulled Callie into her ravenous mouth.

Callie moaned at the relief. She felt a tug at the back of her neck and the blindfold fell away.

Sesi stood, proud, with her garish pink strap and the entire dais reflected the blue electric light of the Lumijute.

Illuminated faces stared up at her, bearing witness to her helplessness while Talia ravished her cunt.

Sesi tipped her head forward. “Open.”

Callie did as she was told. Her wide grey eyes reflecting the Lumijute glow reminded Sesi of something out of a sci-fi novel. Otherworldly, but deliciously enticing. She may be used to getting her way, but this was far more than she had ever expected.

Talia poked her head up, an inquisitive smirk glistening with Callie. I missed you . Sesi mouthed. Talia grinned.

Callie’s bottom lip folded into an open-mouthed pout against the hot pink strap. She gazed up at Sesi from underneath her eyelashes. Those eyes are going to be the death of me , Sesi thought.

Callie drew her tongue along the strap. Sesi slipped into her mouth, the strap pressing against her mons. She couldn’t help the whisper of a moan that escaped her lips. Callie closed her eyes, smiling against the silicone Sesi fed her.

Sesi gripped as much of her short hair as she could. “Look at me,” she ordered. Callie did as she was told.

“Good girl,” Sesi mouthed, as she slid the strap deeper into Callie. “Just relax,” Sesi cooed. “It’s what you get for murdering those two pieces of shit.”

This felt more like a reward, but Callie wasn’t going to argue. Not that she could. Sesi fucked Callie’s mouth, pushing her into Talia’s mouth with the steady, patient rhythm that was so quintessentially Sesi. It took only moments before Callie came undone.

Talia trailed her fingers across Callie making her way to Sesi. She draped her arms across Sesi’s shoulders, drawing her in for a kiss. Callie’s mess still lay warm on her lips. Callie nearly fainted watching them, her arousal rebuilding almost instantly.

Talia slid her fingers around the strap. “I’m sure we can find a better use for this, no?”

“I don’t know if she’s ready for that,” Sesi mused.

Talia held up a knife in query. Sesi shook her head. “You have a one-track mind. You’ve already played with those.”

Talia dug around in her bag. Cuffs were no good. Electric prod wouldn’t be interesting with the Lumijute. She held up a flogger and a crop, turning to Callie. “What do you think?”

Callie found she couldn’t actually speak, after the mouth fucking, and it didn’t matter because Talia hadn’t intended on hearing her answer. Moments later she felt the sting of the tails against her arse.

Each strike brought a bite of pain and then a bloom of warmth from her skin and blood rushing to her core.

She felt like she might dissolve through the ropes onto the floor.

Sesi caressed Callie’s jaw as Talia punished her.

The comforting deep brown of Sesi’s eyes were her guides when she fell into bliss.

“Are we nice and relaxed now?” Sesi said darkly. The tone ignited a spark of fear and Sesi caught it. She flicked her eyes to Talia who continued the flogging. Tears began to well up.

“Safe word?” Sesi inquired, “or should we continue until you’re ready for anything?”

Callie nodded, the tears breaking through.

“Such a good, strong girl,” Sesi praised, skimming her fingertips along Callie’s arms and down her back.

Callie melted into Sesi’s touch after the flogging. Every muscle relaxed and she didn’t think she could move if she wanted to. And when Sesi’s strap notched against her, a gluttonous want filled her. Not that she could do anything about it, but whimper.

Sesi wrapped her fingers around the cuffs, gliding Callie onto her silicone cock. Stars ignited behind her eyes. She tried in vain to grip against Sesi with her thighs. Sesi’s steady hand rocked her suspended body across her strap, dragging her clit across the flat of Talia’s waiting tongue.

The fullness was too much. Callie wept in her release, drenching Talia. She had never done that before. Never had that done to her. Her embarrassment only lasted moments before another orgasm wracked her body.

Soaking, Talia turned her attention to Sesi, slipping her slender fingers through the harness.

Sesi fucked herself against them, continuing her thrusts.

Her short fingernails bit into Callie when she came, causing Callie to tip over once more.

Talia withdrew, offering her fingers to Callie, who greedily accepted.

Sesi unbuckled the strap, falling with a thump against the dais. She caught her breath and ran her fingers across Callie’s cheekbones. She tried to whimper, but her body had simply been spent. Instead, she sank into Sesi’s touch.

“You did so well,” Sesi praised. “But I think we’ve given them enough of a show for tonight.”