Chapter 57
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Bellamy
Vesper stood in the doorway frozen for a second, until Ari pushed past her without another word, fleeing into the hallway. Ves looked at Bellamy with furrowed brows and pursed lips, immediately closing and locking the door.
“You okay, Bel?” Vesper asked, the concern softening her features. The look on her face was almost enough to distract Bellamy from her frustration. Then, the ache in her knees and the heat of fresh embarrassment and anger reminded her that she was fucking pissed with Vesper for leaving her.
“Where the fuck were you?” she snapped, swallowing when Vesper walked closer, brandishing a silicone paddle in her hand.
“Needed to borrow something,” Ves smirked, concern washed away in the face of Bellamy’s attitude. She knelt down behind Bellamy, circling her arms around Bellamy’s waist. “You sure you’re okay?” she whispered, kissing Bellamy’s neck.
Bellamy gritted her teeth. She wanted to keep her anger, to make Vesper have to fucking work to get her to submit. But the shocking softness of this hold, the care in Vesper’s voice—even if she was trying not to show how concerned she was—was making it harder.
“Fine,” Bellamy grumbled, leaning back into Vesper.
“What happened?”
“She’s just being a bitch like always.” Bellamy shivered when she felt the smooth silicone of the paddle rub against her bare leg. Her breathing quickened, Ari’s bullshit all but forgotten.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m fine,” she snapped, wishing Vesper would stop fucking talking and do something.
Ves chuckled softly. “Do you want to continue?”
Was that even a question? The anticipation had already built back up.
The heat had changed from anger to excitement, her body instantly ready for Vesper.
Bellamy was almost as wet as she had been before Vesper left.
Before Ari had come in to fucking piss her off.
She wanted to forget about Ari. Forget about Cedar and Cypress and their whole fucking day.
Bellamy was practically willing Vesper to do whatever she could to make Bellamy’s mind go blank with pleasure.
“Please,” she whined, pushing back into Vesper and closing her eyes.
“We can stop if you want,” Vesper said, giving her one last entirely unnecessary out.
“Ves,” Bellamy snapped. “Fuck me.”
“You say you want that,” Vesper whispered against her neck, finally sounding more like herself, sure and in control, confidence oozing from her voice. “But if that’s true, why are you out of position? I never said you could move.”
Fuck. She couldn’t even rectify it now with Ves holding her there and the paddle that was now tauntingly close to her center. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t know what Ves had planned for her, but she couldn’t fucking wait to find out.
“You’re not letting me,” Bellamy whined, as if blaming Ves for her current position was going to help her in any way.
“I’m barely touching you.” Vesper’s hands rested on Bellamy’s thighs, the paddle hung loosely in between her legs, but other than that, she was right. She really wasn’t holding Bellamy down. “Do you need help?” Vesper asked, biting her neck.
“Am I still being punished?” she breathed, staying where she was.
Vesper’s empty hand grabbed her throat, not applying pressure—yet. It still worked to make Bellamy’s heart hammer in her chest. “Did you think about your actions like I told you to?”
“No,” Bellamy gasped. She’d been a bit distracted, but in truth, she knew it wouldn’t matter. She wouldn’t have thought about it anyway.
“That wasn’t really your fault,” Vesper mused, the smile in her voice evident. She was enjoying tormenting Bellamy. She fucking knew what Bellamy wanted. She was going to make her beg for it.
“I wouldn’t have anyway,” Bellamy replied quickly. Too quickly.
Vesper chuckled, squeezing the sides of her throat. “No. You wouldn’t have,” she agreed before suddenly moving away from Bellamy entirely.
Before Bellamy had a chance to complain, Vesper had hauled her partially up and shoved her face-down on the bed, exactly how she had been before.
In one swift movement, Vesper yanked her stolen boxers down.
Bellamy squeezed her legs together, the cool air of the room adding a discomfort to the slick wetness slowly building up in her center.
She shifted, trying to find some friction.
It was always so fucking hot when Vesper threw her around.
Vesper kicked her legs apart, ensuring that she couldn’t find relief until Vesper herself decided to grant it. And Bellamy was positive it would not be quick.
“You wanted to know where I was?” Vesper asked, slowly dragging the paddle up the inside of Bellamy’s leg. Bellamy whimpered but didn’t reply. She could figure it out based on what Ves had come back with. “Why I took so long while I thought you were learning your lesson?”
This time, Bellamy nodded. “Yes.”
“I got held up.” Vesper paused, keeping the paddle just inches below where Bellamy needed it. “Cedar wanted to talk about you. You need to stop going after them, Bel. Both of them. I’m serious.”
“But—” Bellamy started to complain, then the paddle was taken from her leg and used for its intended purpose. The smack rang out in the silence of the room. The sting set in immediately, and she cried out, unprepared. “Fuck,” Bellamy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
The paddle came down on the other side, mimicking the first hit, and Bellamy moaned. The heat increased between her legs. She needed something, anything, to relieve this building pressure.
“Bel,” Vesper warned, but she didn’t want Bellamy to cave this early. Bellamy knew it. Vesper preferred her bratting. Preferred her refusing to back down—right? Bellamy’s heart pounded while she tried to work out the fastest way to get what she wanted.
“I don’t like them,” Bellamy whined. Another smack. She’d known it was coming, but that didn’t keep her from letting that pained cry sneak out.
“I don’t care,” Vesper’s voice was stern, not angry.
Maybe she really did want Bellamy to give in.
Another smack. The wetness increased, the pressure built.
Bellamy was going to say whatever the fuck Vesper wanted her to.
She’d given her a fight, as weak as it was.
She was aching now, ready to beg. She needed Ves to touch her.
It was ridiculous how easy she was giving in, but she didn’t care.
“Fine,” Bellamy snapped. “I’ll play nice.”
“Good,” Vesper praised, pushing the handle of the smooth, rounded paddle against her center. Bellamy moaned loudly, finally receiving some relief. She ground down on it, taking as much as she could for as long as Ves would allow. “Do you think you’ve earned your forgiveness? Your reward?”
Bellamy gasped when Ves pulled the paddle away, lamenting the loss of pressure immediately. “No.”
“How do you want to earn it?” Vesper asked, bring the paddle back. Its silicone handle slid over her center, gathering more of her wetness.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, trying to lose herself in the slow push and pull against her clit. “Ves, please.” Heat was building in her core. Not enough to push her over. She needed more. She’d beg, she’d do anything. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good girl,” Vesper purred before she shoved the handle inside Bellamy without warning, stretching her and making her cry out.
Bellamy spread her legs further, opening herself and pushing down to take as much of that thing as Vesper wanted to give.
Vesper’s other hand dug into her hip, holding her still while she pumped slowly into her.
Vesper had always been so annoyingly skilled at perfectly avoiding the right spot and keeping Bellamy on the edge without going over.
“Vesper,” she whined breathlessly. “Please.”
“No,” Vesper growled, increasing her pace.
Bellamy tried—and failed—to move with her, to move so Ves would hit the right spot.
She was crying out with almost every thrust inside now.
Her excitement dripped down her thighs. Her muscles strained, tightened, but Vesper insisted on keeping her orgasm just out of reach.
“Please,” Bellamy begged again in between ragged breaths. “Please, Ves. Touch me, I need to come.”
“You haven’t earned it.”
Bellamy wanted to scream. Of course she hadn’t earned it. Vesper hadn’t told her what she wanted! Instead of mouthing off—because she was entirely incapable of anything but submission right now—she uttered a whispered, “How?”
The ghost of a laugh came from behind her, soft against her sweaty skin.
Then, the handle was shoved up until the edge of the paddle hit her clit.
Bellamy sucked in a sharp breath and didn’t move, hoping that if she stayed quiet, stayed still, Vesper would move the paddle in a way that would finally give her release.
Of course, she wouldn’t be so lucky. She whined as the entire thing was slowly withdrawn from her body, leaving her empty and without anything to help relieve the pressure.
“I’ll be good,” Bellamy promised, desperation leaking into her very being. “I’ll apologize. I won’t pick any more fights.”
That last part was a lie—they both knew it. She only hoped it was good enough. Grovel and earn some good will by making promises she had little intention of keeping.
Bellamy squirmed in place. She couldn’t hear Vesper, couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel her. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow before she was pulled off the bed, back to her kneeling position.
Vesper was behind her still, one hand back on her throat, the other one rubbing up her body, under her shirt, massaging her chest. The paddle had been discarded somewhere Bellamy couldn’t see, but she didn’t care.
She’d only wanted Ves to touch her. She let her head tip back on Vesper’s shoulder and moaned softly in her ear.
“Please,” she whispered again. Then, she heard a low humming sound and her eyes shot open.
Vesper was holding that same little vibrator from the trolley—the one she’d tormented Bel with and made her use on herself.
“Fuck, yes. Please, Ves. Fuck me with that.” Bellamy whimpered, repeating the words she’d used then, hoping they’d work this time.
Without wasting another second, Vesper pressed the vibrator directly against her clit and she cried out.
If Ves hadn’t been holding her throat she would’ve doubled over.
The feeling was too much. Her orgasm built fast. Too fast. Fuck.
Bellamy knew what she was about to be put through, and she was already so sensitive from the teasing.
It didn’t take long at all before heat crashed through her.
Vesper’s hand tightened around her throat as her body shook involuntarily.
She tried to squeeze her legs shut. She couldn’t handle more.
She needed a break, a quick recovery, which she knew Vesper wouldn’t grant her.
Then, Vesper slid the vibrator down until she found her opening and shoved it inside.
“Fuck,” Bellamy gasped. Vibrations flooded through her. It wouldn’t be enough to get her there again, just enough to be fucking torture. Soft fabric covered her eyes, tightening around her head. Vesper’s warm body disappeared from behind her.
Over her own moans, she heard rustling to her left, and she turned her head uselessly. “Ves?” Her voice was small, weak, punctuated with another soft moan as the vibrator continued it’s torture inside her.
“If you want another, you’ll need to work to earn it,” Vesper said. Her voice was in front of Bellamy this time.
Without giving Bel a second to think on what that meant, Vesper’s hand tangled in Bellamy’s hair, and she pulled her forward.
Bellamy wished she could see Ves for this.
It was the first time since they’d broken up that Ves was allowing her this.
She tasted just as fucking good as Bellamy remembered.
She moaned into Vesper, diving her tongue as deep inside as she could go and relishing the sting as Vesper’s hand tightened in her hair. The vibrator was absolutely nothing compared to this. This, she could do for hours.