“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 Vesperoff 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.
Bellamy whimpered and tried, again, to push herself back. Vesper dropped her hold on Bellamy’s hip and picked up the forgotten chain, giving it a quick tug and eliciting a lovely yelp.
“Seems like you’ve changed your mind. Do you want me inside of you?” Vesper asked, keeping her voice as even as she could while vibrations of pleasure ricocheted through her.
Bellamy didn’t answer, only tried to back up, whining, her legs shaking, and Vesper tightened her grip on Bellamy’s wrists.
“Use your words,” she ordered, her voice dangerously low, and she tugged on the chain again.
Bellamy whimpered. “Please,” she begged breathlessly, the strain of desperation clear in her voice. Vesper rewarded her by pushing in another inch, then she gave Bellamy’s ass a hard slap, the chain in her hand leaving a faint imprint. Bellamy cried out and jerked forward.
Vesper tsk-ed. “I thought youwantedme inside, Bel.”
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Bellamy bit out, pressing her hips back. Vesper chuckled and spanked her again.
Bellamy’s arousal had slicked over the toy, and Vesper could see it growing. She swallowed down the temptation to pull out and lick it all up. She knew she should’ve tied Bellamy up for this. Vesper glanced over to her drawer—too far. She’d have to let go of Bel. Then, she looked down at the chain in her hands, ignoring Bellamy’s wriggling beneath her while she weighed her options.
“Please, Ves,” Bel whined.
