Rory
Eighty-Three
Vesper kicked her bedroom door open, using my body to slam it closed as her mouth attacked me with ferocity.
I should want something more—I did want something more—but having sex with Vesper would be a mistake.
Why was I so goddamn complicated? Why couldn’t I let the woman who just let me claim her fuck me into oblivion? Why did I have to be a goddamn mess?
I felt her stop and I tensed, shame kissing my cheeks. Fuck. She would know how much of a mess I truly was. “What’s wrong, mariposa?
Vesper pulled herself back and I sank to the ground, my back resting against the door as I covered my face with my hands.
“I’m fucked up.” I laughed bitterly as I jerked my hands down and looked up to see a very concerned Vesper peering down at me.
“As much as I want to have sex with you, I can't yet. And it’s not because of you ‘cause you are…holy shit, everything I want. To think, I have wanted this since…since I realized I loved you, and now that you are this close to me…I can’t…I’m the issue. Me and my fuc—”
Vesper fell to her knees, cupping my cheeks and slamming her lips to mine in a possessive, all-consuming kiss.
Kissing her felt like drowning in fire, terrifying yet beautiful.
Was this how she felt when she lit a match or played with fire?
Everything about this was all-consuming and I was ready to burn, but I didn’t want to burn her with me in the process.
“Mariposa, you are perfect to me. I can wait. Now what do you need from me?”
I still wasn’t used to this level of care. Hades did it, too, and I was still finicky with it. “Can we take a bath?”
Vesper took my hand and pulled me to her bathroom.
We were in my room, but apparently Vesper had a whole thing ready in her bedroom for tonight.
I rested my hip against the sink as Vesper got the bath ready with bath salts and rose petals.
She peeked up at me, and I arched my brow.
I never expected Vesper, the one who smelled like ash and motor oil, to like frilly baths.
Maybe it was a stereotype to assume, but she seemed like the type to use Axe Dark Temptation body wash.
She rolled her eyes. “I can be a girl, Rory.” Vesper came closer to me. “Can I take your clothes off?”
I nodded, and she grabbed the hem of my T-shirt pulling it over my head.
Vesper looked…goddamn, she looked breathtaking on her knees.
I might be more submissive, but I loved seeing dominant women on their knees for me.
Vesper was a golden retriever to my black cat, and she would do anything for me.
I brushed her shaggy hair back before caressing her face.
This was a side of Vesper I never got to see as much.
I pulled her up, wrapping my hands around her neck and she held me for a moment. “Come on, mariposa, let's get you in the bath.”
Vesper helped me into her Jacuzzi tub as I rested my arm on the side. I smirked up at her before looking down at her pants. She had too many clothes on, and needed to get in with me. Vesper removed her shorts, and it was like a pirate finally finding buried treasure after months of searching.
Vesper got in behind me, and she gathered my hair before pulling me back down to rest on her chest. “Just relax, mariposa.”
“Y’know, one thing we never talked about was sex.”
“Rory.”
“Hey, just because I don’t wanna have sex just yet, doesn’t mean I can’t talk about it. I like it, thank you. What do you like?”
Vesper would be a ride of a lifetime. Hades was opening the door to something already, but I had three women who would have different versions of themselves in the bedroom.
Widow was a sensual lover with a rough side.
She was gentle, thorough, and an artist. If we had more than one night, I would have seen more than the sensual side of her.
Now I didn’t know if we would ever have anything else.
Hades. Good God. She was the switch of my dreams that liked to take control.
I could fight for dominance with her, but let her take control when I was ready.
Now Vesper? Something told me she would take control, and I would be in for a night of pleasure.
“I’m into kink, mariposa. I’m a domme.” I knew some aspects of BDSM, but not a lot. It sounded insane, but I didn’t know everything. Sex wasn’t always for pleasure, and if it was, I wasn’t indulging in sexual fantasies. Maybe I was saving that for the women I wanted.
“What do you like?”
She ran her fingers down my collarbone. “I like overstimulation, edging my partner, I like having control in the bedroom. After James, it was something I needed. I also like being called Daddy in bed, but that’s the basics.
I like inflicting pain. Impact play, crops or canes, breathe play and not simple choking.
I enjoy getting my partner off when they are on the verge of passing out. ”
I turned to look at her. “So like actually choking?”
“I know when to stop. Is that something you’d like?”
“Possibly. I’m willing to try anything with you once, and if I don’t like it, then we can talk about it. Isn’t that what BDSM and kink involves? Communication?”
“Yes. Everything will be discussed and aftercare is a must, regardless. What about you? I know there are things you like in this kinky little head of yours.”
I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks. I was on a certain side of TikTok, and while I liked women, there were only a handful of women who indulged in the mask kink.
Vesper had a Ghostface mask along with other things on her shelves.
“I don’t know if it’s a kink or just me, but I like the thought of masks. Specifically a Ghostface mask.”
“So if I wore my mask and chased you?”
“And then you caught me and fucked me. Yes. I would be very satisfied.”
I nuzzled into Vesper. She just confirmed my suspicions. If I could have all three of the women I desired, I would be more than happy, but two of three would be enough until Widow got her head out of her ass.