“What are we doing then, V?”
“Exactly what I say,” Vesper answered with a wicked smile. “Bel, take her clothes off, nice and slow.”
Bellamy angled their bodies so she could watch Vesper better while she slowly pulled Mazz’s skimpy little almost-see-through top over her head. Bellamy paused, looking again to Vesper, before unclasping her bra. Vesper nodded, shoving her hands under her thighs and trying to wait patiently. She had told Bel to go slow after all.
When Mazz’s large, plump breasts were revealed, Bellamy didn’t even look. She didn’t let her hands wander, just moved to focus on Mazz’s tiny shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down—half her attention on Vesper the whole time. Bellamy hooked her fingers under the hem of Mazz’s thin thong and, again, waited for Vesper’s approval.
“You don’t need my permission to keep going,” Vesper said, her voice low, the anticipation building.
Bellamy glanced at Mazz then back at Vesper. “Seriously?” she hissed. “You’re just gonna let me fuck her right in front of you?”
Vesper’s brows knitted, observing Bellamy’s tense posture and shaking hands. “Isn’t that what we agreed on?”
Mazz, for her part, stayed stock still, eyes wide and darting between the two of them. No doubt remembering the last time Bellamy had gotten upset with her.
“Aren’t you jealous?” Bellamy spat, anger roiling off her.
“Should I be?” Vesper asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees—ready to grab Bel’s chain if she needed to.
Bellamy huffed, turning her back on Vesper and all but ripping Mazz’s thong off unceremoniously. She gripped Mazz’s thighs hard and shoved her legs apart, ready to dive right into it. Vesper knew it was coming. She already had the chain in her hands, yanking Bellamy back before she could do anything.
“Do you want me to be jealous, Bel?” Vesper asked, keeping her focus on Bel’s slumped shoulders, her submissive position, with her hands behind her back and her head down.
“No,” Bellamy snapped.
“Good,” Vesper said darkly. “On your knees.”
The bed was the perfect height for Bellamy to kneel and still have access to Mazz, who she now turned her attention to. Mazz was eyeing Bellamy like she might strike at any second. Vesper couldn’t blame her—Bel was a loose cannon when she was pissed. Fortunately, Vesper knew exactly how to handle a pissed off Bellamy. She’d had years of practice after all.
“You good, Mazz?”
Mazz looked between Vesper, her hand, and Bellamy, before nodding.
“Do you still want to continue, Bellamy?”
Bellamy huffed and nodded, refusing to lift her head or look at Vesper or Mazz.
“Bel,” Vesper said, a warning in her tone. “Your words.”
“Yes, I still want to continue,” Bellamy ground out, her hands clenched into tight fists. But she remained in her position as Vesper knew she would until released.
“Good, then you may continue. But go slow.” Vesper smirked then, looking at Mazz who narrowed her eyes at the expression. “Her nipples are sensitive, start there.”
Taking the words for the permission they were, Bellamy slowly ran her hands up Mazz’s thighs, lightly trailing fingers over her stomach until she reached her chest. Mazz’s breasts spilled over Bellamy’s hands as she gently massaged them, swiping herthumbs over each nipple. Mazz’s breathing hitched, and she let out an exaggerated moan, tipping her head back.
“Use your mouth too. Don’t be shy,” Vesper murmured. Bel knew the words weren’t a suggestion.
Mazz let out another moan when Bellamy pulled a nipple into her mouth, teasing between her teeth. She glanced at Vesper, her hands raised and hovering over Bel’s shoulders. Vesper nodded, clenching her jaw when Mazz delicately grasped Bellamy’s tensed arms. Bel froze immediately on contact.
“Relax, Bel,” Vesper cajoled, tightening her grip on the chain but not pulling it—yet.
She fought the urge to settle behind Bellamy, to run her hands up her sides and make her relax, to stop overthinking and just enjoy it. The feel of Bel’s hardened nipples under Vesper’s calloused hands was certainly tempting. The little noises Vesper could practically hear as she thought about it. But this was Bellamy’s show. For now.
“You’re not gonna make me jealous when I can feel how tense you are from here,” Vesper teased, giving the chain a small tug after Bellamy still hadn’t moved.
Bel sucked in a breath, disconnecting from Mazz to shoot Vesper a glare over her shoulder. Vesper’s lips twitched, and she raised an eyebrow in challenge. She hadn’t paid 2,000 yin for nothing, Bel was going to get something out of this experience.
“Then let me fuck her,” Bellamy snapped. She ignored Mazz entirely now and leveled the challenge solely at Vesper.
