Chapter 13 #2
“Spread your legs,” she murmured. “Good. You’re not allowed to come until you have permission, understood?”
“Yes,” Bellamy breathed, nodding jerkily, and Vesper wondered how long Bel could hold out like this.
“Show me what you want me to do.”
Bellamy’s hand shot between her legs. She quickly resumed her previous pace, moaning in relief at the contact. No doubt she was sensitive now.
“No foreplay?” Vesper asked in a way that made Bellamy freeze again. She whined and shook her head. “Bel,” Vesper chastised. “Start higher. Work your way down slowly.”
“You said what I wanted,” Bellamy complained. “You didn’t let me get off last time, I need it hard and fast.”
Vesper smirked at her. “I would advise you not to argue, Bellamy.”
Bellamy sucked in a breath and bit her lip.
Vesper could see it behind her eyes, the desire to brat warring with the need to get off.
Bellamy knew the worse she behaved, the less likely she was to get her orgasm at all.
She clearly needed it more than she wanted to provoke Vesper because she moved her hand up and massaged at her breasts.
Her breathing grew ragged and she pinched at her nipples through her shirt, letting out a low whine.
Vesper longed to rip her shirt off and bite her, scrape her teeth over Bellamy’s chest until it fucking hurt.
She knew Bellamy could give her better cries than that.
Knew she could take more pain than she was doling out.
“Harder,” Vesper ordered, shoving her desires deep down.
“Ahh, Ves, please,” Bellamy moaned, she arched her back into her touch and tugged at her nipple again.
“Not yet,” Vesper’s voice came out choked and she hoped Bellamy didn’t catch the strain. This was the game. Bellamy had started it, but Vesper was going to fucking finish it.
She closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her voice, of her thoughts. Listening to Bellamy’s harsh gasps made it harder but not impossible.
“Ves…” Bellamy whimpered, and Vesper’s eyes snapped open. She was still working her breasts but by her sounds, Vesper knew they were getting sore. Good.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to have earned a reward?” Vesper asked.
Bellamy nodded eagerly. “Please.”
“Fine. You can move down,” Vesper said, then paused.
Bellamy’s hand practically shot back down, but before she could start, Vesper interrupted.
“Ah, wait. Before you do anything…” She shifted in her seat, readjusting her position so she was leaning back.
She kept Bellamy waiting for no other reason than because she could.
To show Bellamy who was in charge. “You look tense, Bel.”
“Vesper!” Bellamy cried breathlessly. Her body practically vibrated with the effort of following orders.
Vesper chuckled. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked being my toy. Being used by me, doing what I want. Are you just so desperate for release that you can’t wait a few extra seconds?”
“Please,” Bellamy begged.
“Get your fingers nice and wet, then you may continue.”
Bellamy sucked her two fingers into her mouth with startling speed. She pulled them out of her mouth only to make eye contact with Vesper, licking them tantalizingly. When she finished, she moved back down to her center and quickly started swiping side to side.
“Slow down.”
“Touch me,” Bellamy countered, more a plea than an order. “Please, Ves.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You, your fingers, your tongue. All of it. I want you to use me in any way you want. Take out all your anger. Take everything you want,” Bellamy gasped out the words.
They stirred a heat in Vesper’s core so strong that she almost did—almost forgot about the bet. Bellamy had always known exactly what Vesper wanted to hear, and it made remembering this was a fucking game infinitely more difficult.
“It’s too slow,” Bellamy complained. When Vesper took too long to respond, she sped up.
“I didn’t give you permission,” Vesper warned.
“Fuck, please!” Bellamy growled, but slowed back down. Her body was tense.
Vesper bit the ball of her tongue piercing, rolled it between her teeth. “Since you asked so nicely,” she drawled. Bellamy didn’t waste another second before she sped up. “What do we say?”
“Thank you,” Bellamy gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. Bellamy’s back arched and her moans got louder with each swipe over her clit. Vesper swallowed thickly, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her desire when she gave her next order.
“Inside. Now.”
Bellamy complied without a second thought. She was fucking stunning like this. Not that Vesper would ever tell her that.
Bellamy’s eyes were still shut, her head tipped back.
So, she missed Vesper rummaging around in her bag.
Vesper pulled out a small vibrator that she was certain would be useless after they’d made the bet, rendered a waste of space.
Now, she turned it over in her hands, watching Bellamy before tapping the button to turn it on.
The second Bellamy heard the low hum, her eyes flew open and darted toward Vesper’s hands.
“Yes, fuck. Please. Please, I need you to fuck me with that,” Bellamy begged breathlessly, her fingers stilled inside her.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Vesper said. Bellamy bit her lip and resumed slowly pumping her fingers in and out. “Good. Add in a third.”
Bellamy whimpered as she wriggled another finger inside and squirmed against herself.
The whine that ripped through her meant she was stretched more than she wanted to be.
She longed to yank Bellamy’s hand away and take over.
To pound into her so relentlessly that she’d force as many orgasms as she needed to stop being so fucking infuriated with Bellamy.
She ached to keep going until Bellamy was begging her to stop, begging enough to use the word that would force Vesper to stop, tears sliding down her cheeks.
To punish Bellamy like she fucking deserved.
Instead of doing any of that, Vesper slowly lowered herself to the floor in front of Bellamy who watched with excitement.
She leaned over and grabbed Bellamy’s unoccupied hand and curled her fingers around the vibrator.
Vesper relished the absolute outrage that crossed Bellamy’s face when Vesper got back up onto the bench and raised an expectant eyebrow.
“Vesper!” Bellamy cried in exasperation. “Please!”
Vesper didn’t even try to hide the evil smile that spread across her face. “Hard and fast. Don’t forget, you need permission to come. You have to earn it.”
“How?” Bellamy whined as she settled the vibrator on her clit.
“Well, to start, I think you should remember to keep fucking yourself unless I tell you to stop,” Vesper said accusingly when Bellamy still her fingers for a third time.
Bellamy bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as she resumed her movements. They were a bit awkward with her having to hold the vibrator in place but that just made her obedience more satisfying.
“Good,” Vesper murmured. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure building. Then, in a moment of complete and utter thoughtlessness—because apparently Vesper also wanted to punish herself—she said, “Tell me everything you wish I would do to you right now.”
Vesper regretted a lot of things in her life, but as she sat there in that tiny trolley and listened to Bellamy stutter out, in extreme detail, every touch she wanted from Vesper… That made all the other regrets pale in comparison to that stupid fucking bet.
Vesper would not lose. She absolutely, resolutely refused to let Bellamy win. But it was taking all of her willpower to just sit there fucking watching and listening.
“Please, Ves,” Bellamy broke off abruptly. “Fuck, please, I’m so close.”
Her begging was fucking music to Vesper’s ears. “Do you think you’ve earned it?” Vesper asked. She tried to keep the desperation that was suffocating her thoughts from seeping through.
“Yes, yes, fuck, please. I can’t—”
“Come for me, Bel.” Vesper was done. If she had to sit there for a second longer listening to this shit, she was going to lose it—her sanity and the fucking bet.
Bellamy’s body tensed up and she opened her mouth in a silent cry. Her hand went still inside her, and then she was shaking, her orgasm rushing through her with a loud cry. Vesper dug her fingers into her thighs until it hurt.
“Fuck, Bel,” she groaned, unable to stop the words from coming out. “You’re a damn vision, you know that?” She bit her tongue, hoping Bellamy hadn’t heard any of that. Vesper didn’t know what had come over her to let that slip out, but she didn’t need to encourage Bel.
Bellamy gave her an exhausted smirk and threw the vibrator to the side, pulling out of herself. “I win,” she laughed weakly.
Vesper raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“Were you not present for what we just did?”
“What you did, you mean. I was just sitting here, keeping my hands to myself.” Vesper shrugged nonchalantly. Bellamy’s jaw dropped.
“No,” she laughed. “No, that was… That was not—”
“That was not sex.” Vesper chuckled. She leaned forward to snatch the vibrator up and turned it off. “You tried, and it was a good attempt, you just didn’t quite succeed.”
“But I came.”
“I saw.”
“Because of you. You did that.”
“Don’t discredit yourself, Bel. I didn’t do anything.” Vesper smiled sweetly. “That was all you.”
Bellamy ground her teeth. She looked like she might keep arguing, but Vesper saw her deflate, saw the defeat in her eyes.
Then, a little spark reignited. She slowly got to her knees and shuffled over to Vesper.
Vesper held her breath while Bellamy propped herself up with one elbow on Vesper’s thigh.
She stuck out her fingers that were still coated from her excitement. “Open up, Ves. Don’t you think you deserve a treat too?”
Vesper huffed a laugh. “Don’t play games you can’t win.” She looked Bellamy up and down slowly, admiring the view one last time before she whispered, “Go clean yourself up.”
For a second, Bellamy didn’t move. Then, while maintaining eye contact, Bellamy stuck her fingers into her mouth and pulled them out with a pop. She made a show of licking them clean. It took every ounce of Vesper’s self control not to squirm, to stay entirely still while she watched.
When Bellamy finished, she surged upward, gripping Vesper’s jaw as tightly as she could with spit coated fingers, her other hand tangled in Vesper’s hair, yanking until Vesper gasped. As soon as Vesper’s mouth had opened, Bellamy’s tongue was invading it. Coated in the taste of her own come.
Vesper’s hands flew to her hips on instinct, and she dug her fingers in, torn between shoving Bellamy off and giving in to let this happen like she so badly wanted.
She hated how fucking good Bellamy tasted right now. It had been so long since she’d tasted her. So long since she’d allowed her mouth anywhere near Bellamy aside from biting her. She hated how tempted she was to give in, how smooth Bellamy’s bare skin was under her grip.
Most of all, Vesper hated how strongly her body reacted to this, how easily Bellamy could crash through her defenses.
A low, involuntary whine ripped itself from her throat and Bellamy smiled against her mouth. The hand on her jaw trailed down the side of body and clutched her wrist. When Bellamy started moving Vesper’s hand toward her center, she finally summoned the strength to force herself away.
She turned her head, panting, and tried to ignore the sting from Bellamy’s death grip in her hair.
Vesper yanked her hand out of Bellamy’s grasp and pushed them up until she was standing.
Bellamy immediately wrapped her legs around Vesper’s waist and released her hair, clinging to her neck instead.
Vesper turned, throwing Bellamy onto the tiny bed behind them.
Bellamy spread her legs, willing Vesper to fuck her.
“Go clean up, Bellamy,” Vesper snapped, panting.