72. Blade #2
“Since when am I your fucking intern?”
“Do you want a turn with her or not?”
Sighing, Nash grabbed the ropes and pressed them roughly into my palm. I gave it a tug before slipping it beneath the ties at the center of Tess’ chest, waist, and hips, establishing several anchor points.
Then, once the final knots were fastened, I stepped back to admire my work. “Are you ready?”
Tess’ muscles were shaking, though the restraints didn’t allow her to relax them. “Ready for what?”
Walking over to a switch by the door, I slammed my palm against a black button. Motors whirred overhead as the pulley system activated.
Tess’ eyes widened as the slack on the black ropes began to tighten. And the next thing she knew, she was rising up into the air, blonde hair streaming back behind her.
“What the fuck?” She muttered, swaying slightly in the tie. Her back was to the floor, which meant that the higher she went, the less of us she could see.
A part of me wanted to let her keep going: to see just how far she’d let me take this game. But as she rose to hip height, I pressed the button again, stopping her ascent.
“Blade…” she whimpered, swinging back and forth gently at the end of the ropes. But despite the fear in her voice, the bell never slipped her fingers.
Nash watched on in awe as I paced closer to Tess, grabbing a hold of the ropes before pushing her into a deeper swing. “Not half bad, huh? Who needs a sex shop when we can make our own swing right here?”
Tess wanted to keep her eyes on me, but holding herself up against gravity was too difficult. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her neck to the sky while her mouth fell open.
“God, you look gorgeous, Trinket.” With a chuckle, I settled myself between her spread legs, unclasping my belt. Excitement was still dripping from her center, soaking the ropes that bound her hips. “Now let’s give you that orgasm I promised.”
Freeing my strap from my boxers, I wasted no time plunging myself into Tess, gripping the ropes to keep her close to me. The force was enough to push her hips away, but she came swinging back with equal force, taking my cock down to its base.
“Fuck!” she hissed.
“God, Tess, I barely even had to warm you up.” I thrust again, harder, gripping the ropes tighter with every plunge. With my free hand, I started to massage her clit. It was hypnotic watching the way she trembled against the ropes, desperate to close her legs but unable to move.
“Hey asshole, what happened to my turn?” Nash grumbled.
“She’s got more than one hole. Isn’t that right, Tess?”
“Oh my god,” Tess moaned as I nodded toward her face. “Please.”
In a near back bend, her mouth hung agape, eagerly awaiting some action. And Nash was happy to oblige, pulling her own strap from her pants and clicking on a vibrator housed at its base.
“Fuck,” Tess tensed around me as she eyed Nash. But it wasn’t long before the silicone was deep inside her throat, rendering her utterly speechless.
My hips jerked hard into Tess’ center, pushing her onto Nash. Then Nash returned the favor, bucking her back onto my cock. It was like a reverse tug of war, passing Tess around like she was little more than our plaything.
In this moment, she was. She’d completely surrendered to my control, grasping that little bell tight to show me just how badly she wanted to be used.
And I wasn’t going to let her down now.
Thrusting faster and faster, I played with Tess’ hard clit, dipping my fingers in her pleasure before returning it to her sensitive nerves.
At the other end, Nash had one hand gripping Tess’ hair while the other still worked at the tender bud of her nipple. The way her tits bounced in the harness only made me want to fuck her harder.
With each passing minute, Tess’ moans grew more fevered. I knew she was close — I could tell from the way her stomach muscles tensed, the way her pussy clenched around me.
Pulling my hand away for just a moment, I spit on my fingers. When I returned them to her body, I slid two of them in along with my strap, curling against her walls while my thumb continued to work her clit. “That’s it baby. Let me see you break.”
Apparently, that did the trick. Before I knew it, Tess was practically quaking against me, screaming her pleasure even as Nash filled her throat. Her entire being tensed, a gush of satisfaction splashing from her core down to the concrete.
My jaw dropped as I took in the mess. And as her body began to relax back against the ropes, the bell dropped to the floor.
Nash pulled out of her instantly while I reached for the safety shears in my pocket. In a matter of five seconds, I had her off the suspension, resting carefully in Nash’s arms instead.
At my instruction, Nash set her on the ground. And in another ten, all of the ties had been removed. All that was left were the faint indents the rope had left behind.
“You okay, Tess?” Nash furrowed her brow.
But lying back on the cement with her head in Nash’s lap, Tess just looked between us dreamily. “Fuck… that was… fuck.”
For a moment, my heart lurched with concern. Had we pushed her too far?
But then she started to laugh. “God, does that always feel that good?”
Relief flooded my body — Nash’s too, apparently. Before I knew it, all three of us were laughing.
I stroked a strand of blonde away from her sweat-soaked face. “I mean, it’s never felt as good for me as it does with you. Nothing does.”
Nash pulled her closer, letting Tess lean back against her chest for support as we all sat on the ground. “You have a way of doing that, Sweet Lamb.”
“Doing what?”
“Making everything better.”
We stayed like that on the floor for a few minutes, grabbing Tess water and getting some clothes on her before she caught a chill. And then, once she was ready, I swept her up into my arms and carried her home.
The sun was nearly rising by the time we left Space Summit.
The early morning air had a chill to it that made Tess cling harder to me for warmth.
I’d given her a spare hoodie from my hideout, but the poor girl was dripping with sweat — despite how little she’d moved, being tied up like that was a lot of stress on the body.
But as she nuzzled her face into my neck, drifting to sleep in my arms, I couldn’t help but hum with satisfaction. I didn’t need the ropes to have Tess submit anymore.
I won.