Chapter 8 #2
She leaned down to capture Cedar in a searing kiss, her hand still gripped Cedar’s throat as she drank in her little cries of need.
When she broke away, she kissed down Cedar’s neck, finally releasing her throat.
She let her hand drift down, thumbing over Cedar’s nipple before she pinched it hard, letting up only when Cedar cried out, her back arching off the bed.
Cedar’s hands shot to Vesper’s loose, choppy hair and clutched desperately as she tried to push her head down.
Vesper let out a low growl, biting the overly sensitive spot on Cedar’s neck that she had been lavishing with attention.
She grabbed Cedar’s wrists, yanking them from her hair.
The burn from pulling Cedar’s hands away felt good, exactly the pain Vesper had been craving.
She pinned Cedar’s hands against the bed above them.
“Hands to yourself,” Vesper warned. They were playing a dangerous game here—Cedar taking more than she should, pushing Vesper’s limits, Vesper allowing more than she ever had. Cedar moaned, trying to move her hips and struggling weakly against Vesper’s strong grip.
“Please, V,” Cedar whined. “I need—” Cedar cut herself off with a loud gasp when Vesper shoved her thigh harder against Cedar’s center. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?” Vesper teased, keeping Cedar’s wrists trapped and moving down her body until she was able to suck a nipple into her mouth. She teased it between her teeth before she bit down until Cedar cried out.
“I need your tongue on me,” Cedar breathed, rolling her hips against Vesper. Vesper licked where she’d just bitten. She soothed the sting and dragged the soft metal ball of her tongue piercing over Cedar’s nipple.
“My tongue is on you,” she whispered against Cedar’s chest. She moved to her other breast. Cedar whined again, swearing under her breath while Vesper gave the other nipple the same treatment. Her hips bucked again, and her legs tightened around Vesper as she tried to pull her in.
She struggled against Vesper’s hold for a second time. She wasn’t strong enough for it to matter, but the satisfaction Vesper got from her trying was almost enough to make her forget her earlier frustration. Almost.
Vesper released Cedar’s wrists suddenly.
Her hands immediately shot back to Vesper’s hair.
Cedar tried again to shove Vesper down where she really wanted her.
The disobedience was exactly what Vesper had wanted, had counted on.
It gave her the fuel she needed to punish her.
Vesper bit Cedar’s breast. Hands tightened in her hair, drawing out the burn and the pain for both of them.
Vesper withdrew. She stood up quickly, a wicked look in her eye, and went to Cedar’s nightstand for rope and whatever toys she knew were stashed away. She made a show of sorting through the drawer. Cedar’s eyes bore into her, her mouth snapped shut.
“I remember,” Vesper said as she pulled out the short length of silk rope she’d used often, “telling you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Cedar sucked her teeth, clearly upset but remaining silent. For now. “If you want to come tonight, you’ll remember to do what you’re told.”
“I didn’t realize you were in such a shit mood,” Cedar snapped.
Vesper raised an eyebrow. She returned to the bed and held up the rope, waiting. Cedar huffed as if she didn’t love being at Vesper’s mercy before raising her arms and letting Vesper tie her wrists together, then to the metal bed frame.
“I’m in a great mood,” Vesper replied, winking. She pinched Cedar’s nipple for good measure, then went back to the nightstand. Cedar’s cry was perfect. All of her noises fueled Vesper’s desire. The bit of bratting Cedar had taken to didn’t hurt.
She pulled a wooden paddle out from the bottom of the drawer. Vesper hadn’t seen it before, but she was giddy to have found it.
She turned back to Cedar, whose eyes had narrowed to slits. “Don’t punish me for her fuck up,” Cedar warned. “I’m not her.”
Vesper gritted her teeth. She dropped the paddle back into the drawer, pissed that Cedar had clocked the cause of her mood that fucking easily.
She hated when Cedar was right, even more so when Cedar could so easily tell Bellamy had her messed up.
Like she had the ability to read her damn mind.
They didn’t know each other like that. Cedar shouldn’t know just how much Bellamy got under Vesper’s skin.
She decided she needed to work on her temper a bit more.
“You’re right,” she admitted angrily, stalking back to Cedar. “But you still didn’t keep your hands to yourself.” Vesper smiled at the ensuing frustration on Cedar’s face, the defeat in her eyes that told Vesper everything.
Vesper settled between Cedar’s legs. She ran her hands up Cedar’s thighs and dug into the soft muscle with her thumbs. Cedar hummed in appreciation but she didn’t relax. Her eyes were sharp, still narrowed in suspicion.
Vesper slid one finger through Cedar’s wet folds.
The teasing had done nothing to quell the need between Vesper’s legs.
She didn’t waste anymore time. Without warning, she worked two fingers inside.
Cedar’s warm heat greedily enveloped them, and Vesper savored her surprised cry.
She started hard and fast, her palm rubbing on Cedar’s clit with each entry as she pumped into her.
Cedar’s low moans steadily grew as Vesper quickly brought her to the edge with only her fingers. She’d known Cedar wouldn’t take long, not with how much teasing Vesper had done, with how much she wanted it.
“Fuck, fuck, please. I’m close, I’m gonna—” Cedar cut herself off with a whine when Vesper curled her fingers inside.
Her back arched off the bed, and her arms strained against the rope.
Vesper didn’t let up. She slowed and appreciated the twitches Cedar gave her every time she hit her clit, the sharp intakes of breath while she came down from the high. But Vesper didn’t stop.
Cedar’s arms were taut against the rope.
She struggled in earnest, now as her overly sensitive clit didn’t get a break.
She tried to wiggle away, but Vesper grabbed her hip with her free hand and held Cedar in place.
She pulled her fingers out and dragged them up, rubbing Cedar’s arousal over her clit.
Vesper scooted down the bed, indulging her need to taste. She licked a slow, languid line from Cedar’s center, up until the ball of her tongue piercing hit her clit. Cedar squirmed, and her breathing was ragged. Vesper took up a painfully slow pace. She circled Cedar’s clit but didn’t hit it.
She was being generous, really, as she allowed Cedar to catch her breath. Of course, Cedar didn’t seem to see it the same way based on her whines and the way she moved her hips, trying to get Vesper to hit the right spot. Cedar might not have been verbally begging, but her body certainly was.
Vesper increased her pace, slipping one finger back inside and pumping in and out. She started swiping over Cedar’s clit with every stroke of her tongue. Cedar moaned and let out little whimpers with every breath. Vesper’s favorite noises.
She continued her targeted strike until Cedar cried out again, a warning that she was close. This time, Vesper stopped.
She withdrew her fingers right when Cedar clenched around them. Breathless, Cedar couldn’t complain. She could only glare at Vesper as she got up and went back to the drawer. She knew Cedar had a strap, the harness already fitted to Vesper—a detail that she tried not to think about too much.
Vesper shucked off her pants and pulled the harness over her boxers. Cedar watched her hungrily, her gaze was filled with desire.
When Vesper situated herself back in front of Cedar, she carefully lined up the tip of the dildo with Cedar’s entrance. Cedar reminded her, “No need to be gentle.”
“I never am.” She pressed the tip into Cedar slowly, letting her arousal coat it before thrusting in hard.
Cedar’s cry echoed through the room as she took all of Vesper eagerly.
“You’re a fucking vision,” Vesper groaned, her own arousal increased at the sight of the full length of her inside Cedar. She withdrew almost entirely before thrusting in again, faster this time.
“Fuck,” Cedar whimpered, her head tipped back as Vesper repeated the move a third time. Vesper set a steady pace, encouraged when Cedar’s moans grew louder and higher pitched. She slowed when Cedar’s body tensed.
“Don’t stop, please, V,” Cedar begged weakly as her orgasm waned for a second time. “Untie me,” Cedar whined.
“Why?” Vesper chuckled, she slowly withdrew until only the tip was still inside and garnered a sick enjoyment from watching Cedar try to shove herself down to push the thing back in.
“So I can fuck myself if you’re not going to!” Cedar snapped.
“Oh, baby,” Vesper’s voice was low, her smile dark.
“It’s barely been two hours.” Vesper bit her lip and her smile grew.
“If you insist on getting off so quickly…” Cedar sucked in a sharp breath and held it, her entire body tense, waiting.
There was a warning in Vesper’s words that Cedar wouldn’t decipher until it was too late.
Vesper grabbed a small vibrator off the shelf. Cedar hadn’t noticed her take it from the drawer, but now her eyes widened. Vesper pressed it hard against Cedar’s clit. Cedar’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing increasing from anticipation.
“Please,” she whispered. She was dripping. She didn’t even know what she was begging for—the torment Vesper was going to bring her.
Cedar rolled her hips, eyes fluttering shut as the vibrator slid easily through her soaked folds.
When Vesper didn’t stop her, Cedar did it again.
She found an awkward movement that must have given her some sort of friction.
Vesper enjoyed the show for a minute. Then, without warning, she thrust back in and turned the vibrator on to the highest setting.
Cedar cried out—a long, sharp sound that ended in a moan.
Her body tensed, and her core clenched around the toy while Vesper fucked her relentlessly.
When Cedar came, Vesper had to hold her up with one hand while the other kept the vibrator pressed hard against her.
She didn’t slow down this time, didn’t give Cedar a second to recover.
Her cries turned to weak whimpers, her body twitching as Vesper continued to push inside again and again.
To overstimulate her in the best way. Vesper wanted it so good that it fucking hurt.
When she forced another orgasm, a tear fell from Cedar’s eye, and Vesper knew she was finished.
She pulled out slowly, carefully, and took off the harness.
Cedar watched, her eyes glazed over and a small smile on her lips, while Vesper untied her. She pushed the runaway strands of hair off Cedar’s face and gave her a gentle kiss. A tenderness she reserved solely for aftercare.
“You did beautifully,” she murmured.
She scooted into bed beside Cedar and wrapped her in her arms. Cedar rolled over to face Vesper, her arm draped over Vesper’s chest, her hand fiddling with the underside of Vesper’s sports bra.
“Can I touch you?” Cedar whispered, drawing slow, light circles down Vesper’s stomach. She stopped when she reached the waistband of Vesper’s boxers and waited for an answer. She’d never actually let Cedar do that before, regardless of how often she’d asked.
“I can show you,” Cedar kissed her shoulder. “That you don’t need her, I can do it better,” she whispered, her fingers dipped under the waist band before Vesper grabbed her wrist.
“That’s enough, Cedar,” she ordered, voice calm and low in a warning tone. Cedar froze, her lips pulled into a pout, but she didn’t argue.
Cedar knew she was lucky Vesper had even let her do that much. The kissing on her neck, the hands in her hair. Sure, Vesper had punished her for it, but they both knew that she’d allowed it to happen first. She didn’t want to give Cedar the wrong impression. This wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Vesper didn’t need anything from Cedar, they were done for now.
They didn’t bother to wash up before drifting off to sleep.