Chapter 73
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
Vesper
Bellamy stormed into their apartment, and Vesper looked warily up at her.
It had been a week since she’d gotten out of the hospital, a few days since Bel had gone to work with her brother, and exactly one hour since Vesper went to see Mazz to ask if she could work with her to dismantle the Embunuh Organization.
So, Vesper had a pretty good idea why Bel was spitting venom.
Not like they hadn’t spent the last week arguing off and on anyway.
It was taking longer than Vesper preferred to get back to how they had been before everything happened.
Then again, they might never get that back.
There had been so much destroyed trust over the years.
“If you’re just gonna go right back to the whores then I might as well go kiss Cleric’s ass to get back at a table!” Bellamy yelled, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Come on, Bel. It’s just a job,” she pleaded, setting her book on the shelf behind her and pushing up to a sitting position. Her body still ached, and her magic was sporadic at best. Turns out dying is hard to recover from.
“With fucking Mazz!”
Vesper rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. She shouldn’t let Bellamy bait her into a fight, but she’d been feeling antsy today, hence going down for a job. Still, this was a bad idea. “It’ll let us travel more,” she tried, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
Bellamy stomped over until she was standing over Vesper, glaring down at her. “You just want to keep them close,” she growled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Vesper lunged upward making Bellamy take a step back as she crowded her space. “You know what, Bel. If you’re so fucking bothered by that, why don’t you go fuck them and get over it,” she hissed, pushing past to grab a water from her kitchen.
She was so fucking sick of the same shit over and over. It wasn’t like either of them could change the past. Maybe it would get Bel off her ass about it if she felt like she could get back at her. As if the years of gambling and fucking them over weren’t already recompense for that.
“You know what,” Bellamy sniffed, following Vesper. “Maybe I will.”
Vesper rolled her eyes. “Good. Enjoy. Maybe I’ll come watch.”
“You wouldn’t.”
She smirked, looking Bellamy up and down.
Her body was fucking fantastic, even in her work slacks and v-neck.
The image of Bel having sex with someone else should bring raging jealousy, but as she thought about it now, it would be pretty hot.
Especially if she could be there, instructing Bel on what to do.
“I can tell you how to fuck them.”
Bellamy sucked in a sharp breath and swallowed, eyes widening as she realized Vesper might actually be serious.
“Who’s your favorite?” Bel asked breathily.
Vesper chuckled. “Guess.”
“Fine.” Bellamy narrowed her eyes. “I’ll go fuck Mazz.”
Vesper laughed. “Mazz wouldn’t take you. You did try to kill her.”
“That was years ago! Besides, we… talked. While you were in the hospital.”
“Oh yeah? You properly apologize then? Thank her for anything she’s done for us?
” Bellamy shrugged, looking away and refusing to make eye contact.
She fucking knew she wasn’t anywhere near Mazz’s good side still.
Vesper snorted. “Yeah, she doesn’t trust you enough to take you as a client.
Luckily, I know something that could help. ”
She walked around Bellamy over to one of her cabinets with a dangerous idea forming in her mind. She dug for a box tucked away in the back. One she hadn’t thought she’d ever reach for again. She tossed it to Bel when she found it.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
Bellamy turned the box over suspiciously in her hands. She walked to Vesper before sliding the lid off. “You kept it?” She gasped, running her fingers along the thin, black, leather collar with its gold chain attached. It still looked brand new. They’d only used it a few times.
Bellamy threw the box on the bed. “How many whores have you used it on?” she hissed, biting her lip when it quivered.
“Bel,” Vesper sighed, reaching down and gingerly picking it up. “This is yours and yours alone.”
“Promise?” Bellamy whispered, taking a step closer and holding her chin up, staring intensely into Vesper’s eyes.
“Always.”
Bellamy swallowed thickly, eyes darting all over Vesper’s face before she nodded and lowered her head, allowing Vesper to put the collar on. She stepped back, admiring her.
“Maybe you don’t need to get me back for the whores,” Vesper murmured, swallowing. Seeing Bel with that collar on after so long—that did things to her. She was already planning what she wanted to do.
Bellamy gave her a crazed grin. “I definitely need to get you back for the whores.”
Vesper pursed her lips. Another idea was forming. She turned without a word, striding over to her dresser and digging through the drawers in search of the black and red lingerie set she knew Bel had tucked away somewhere. When she found it, she tossed it to Bellamy.
“Put that on,” she ordered before grabbing a pair of loose pants and one of her t-shirts for Bellamy to wear over the top. She tossed them onto the foot of the bed.
Bellamy was putting on a fucking show; slowly pulling her shirt over her head, teasing Vesper with a peek of cleavage as she bent to slide her pants down. Vesper swallowed, following Bellamy’s torturous movements as her hands slid up her sides to unclasp her bra.
When the last of Bel’s underwear was off, leaving her with only the collar—its chain dangling between her breasts—Vesper couldn’t contain her desire.
She quickly strode over and shoved Bellamy down onto the bed, grabbing the chain.
She kissed Bellamy’s lips, her neck, her breasts, kneeling in front of her until Bel was breathing hard.
“Ves,” Bellamy gasped. Vesper sucked a nipple into her mouth and Bel gripped her shoulders, half-heartedly trying to push her away.
“The whores can wait, Bel,” Vesper growled against her chest, tugging on the chain for emphasis. “You’re mine, and I intend to do what I please.”
“Fuck,” Bellamy breathed, melting against Vesper’s hold. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good. Don’t move,” Vesper ordered, standing up and shucking her pants and boxers off, digging around in her bedside drawer to pull out a fairly new toy. At least, one that was new to Bel.
She lubed up the smaller end and pushed it inside, positioning the small cup over her clit and waiting for the magic to activate and send a low vibration through her. Then, she walked back to Bellamy who sat up and narrowed her eyes.
“That’s new,” she accused.
“It’s clean,” Vesper said, pushing Bellamy back onto the bed. “Promise.”
Bellamy leaned on her hands, holding herself steady. “You are not fucking me with something you’ve used with every whore already.” Her chest was flushed, heaving with anticipation.
“Flip over,” Vesper ordered, her voice light.
“No.”
A dark grin slowly spread over Vesper’s face. Bellamy still wanted to fight? Vesper would give her a fucking fight. She grabbed Bel’s arms roughly, and Bellamy fell back onto the soft mattress. “Flip over.”
Bellamy’s breathing hitched. She wriggled, and Vesper pressed the toy against Bel’s thigh so she could feel the vibration too. “No,” Bellamy eventually forced out, licking her lips, her pupils blown. “You need a new one if you think you’re gonna get inside me with one of those.”
“I’ve fucked you with same strap I’ve used with them loads of times.”
“Yeah, well, not anymore.” Bellamy’s words were breathy, a struggle for her to get them out. Her eyes were begging Vesper to fuck her anyway, to not listen to half-hearted demands.
“Don’t be a brat, Bellamy. Flip over.”
Bel sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening, but she still shook her head and held Vesper’s gaze. Bellamy eyed Vesper suspiciously when she leaned back, placing her hands on Bellamy’s knees and spreading her legs.
Vesper slid a hand between Bellamy’s thighs, swiping through her slick center and listening to her harsh breathing. Fucking soaked. She watched Bel’s eyes flutter shut while she swiped over her clit, and Vesper took her moment.
She yanked Bellamy up, spun her around, and shoved her back onto the bed. Bel barely caught herself with outstretched arms but Vesper had her by the back of the neck.
“Be a good girl, and you’ll be rewarded,” she taunted, yanking one of Bellamy’s arms out from under her and pulling it behind her back.
Bellamy pulled it back, wriggling again and fending Vesper off until she was eventually able to get both of Bel’s arms behind her back. Vesper shoved her face down into the mattress and kicked her legs apart. Then, she waited for Bellamy to object.
Just like Vesper knew she fucking would, Bel stayed silent.
“Lube?” Vesper asked, giving Bellamy ample time to stop this.
“Don’t you dare put that thing inside of me,” Bellamy said, her voice muffled by the sheets.
Vesper chuckled and roughly slid a finger inside Bellamy who gave a strangled moan.
“You don’t need lube,” Vesper announced, wiping her finger along the shaft of her toy and lining it up against Bellamy’s entrance.
She pushed it against her then waited just a second.
To give Bel one last chance to say their safe word before she shoved herself inside.
The vibrations from the toy increased once Vesper started thrusting. Vesper held Bel's hips up with one hand while the other kept her wrists together against her back. Bellamy’s heavy breathing and little gasping moans betrayed how much she wanted this.
Vesper smiled to herself, pulling almost fully out then thrusting halfway back in, watching with dark pleasure while Bellamy squirmed, trying to push herself back so Vesper would fill her again.
“What’s wrong Bel? I thought you didn’t want this thing inside you,” Vesper teased, pulling further away but staying just enough inside to keep Bel stretched out.