CHAPTER EIGHT
Vesper
“Took you long enough,” Cedar complained. She let the door swing open as she stepped aside.
Vesper chuckled. “Told you I had errands.” She scanned the room briefly. It was more a habit than anything at this point. She trusted that Cedar wouldn’t do anything, but it was difficult to kick such an ingrained thing.
Plants protruded from every nook they could be shoved into. Clothes and a few potions books were lying about. The bed was half made, with sheets falling onto the floor and three luxurious pillows thrown haphazardly on top of it.
From what Vesper knew, Cedar wasn’t much for decorations, preferring her plants to anything else. Her built-in bookshelves had even been transformed into grow shelves. It was really quite impressive how thoroughly the vines had snaked their way around, filling every inch they could.
All in all, Cedar’s place looked exactly how it always had. The floor plan was the same as Vesper’s apartment, but the belongings couldn’t be more different. As she was finishing her quick scan of the room, a lock clicked into place behind her. The only thing that could have been suspicious was the closed bathroom door, but she wasn’t worried.
“You said a few hours,” Cedar reminded her in a whisper. Her arms circled around Vesper’s waist, her small breasts pushing against Vesper’s back. “What could have possibly kept you the entire day?”
It had hardly been the entire day, but Vesper wasn’t there to argue semantics. Instead, she just murmured, “Lost track of time.” She tried to relax into Cedar’s touch, into the light kiss she planted on Vesper’s shoulder, but she didn’t usually allow Cedar to touch her like that.
“Convenient,” Cedar’s lips brushed against Vesper’s neck when she spoke. “You sure there wasn’t anything? Your work wouldn’t send you out with Bellamy out of commission, would they?”
Vesper tensed, grinding her teeth in frustration. Why did Cedar have to bring her up? Vesper had almost let herself forget. She turned around to face Cedar. Looking at Cedar helped Vesper keep herself from imagining that Bellamy was the one giving her those light touches. Cedar hesitated briefly, seeing the warning on Vesper’s face, and she wisely decided to change tactics.
“Or maybe you did see one of the girls Downstairs anyway. Keep me waiting while you get off with a whore.” Cedar pouted, her bottom lip stuck out in such a bite-able way.
Vesper nipped at her lip. “Now why would I do that when I have you ready and waiting?” She gripped Cedar’s wrists and pinned them at her sides.
Cedar’s gasp shot straight through Vesper. “Because you’re insatiable.”
“And you can’t get enough of it.” Vesper’s dark chuckle was met with heat in Cedar’s eyes. She was doing such a good job waiting, being so patient for Vesper to finally make a move, to take control, make Cedar bend to her will. Cedar’s breathing grew shallow, and she swallowed.
Vesper smiled. Fuck, she loved this part. The tension, the wanting, the total control. That might be why she had so much trouble blocking Bellamy out. Bellamy made her fight forit, and that always made winning so much sweeter. The push and pull, the way Bellamy always submitted in the end, always took whatever Vesper was willing to give.
Why the fuck was Vesper still thinking about Bellamy? Her grip tightened on Cedar’s wrists. Frustration ebbed through her. Cedar was just fucking waiting. There was no fight, no attitude, she was already submitting. Which was good. Cedar let out a small whimper—a vicious reminder that this wasn’t Bellamy.
She readjusted her grip, silently cursing herself for letting Bellamy get in her head so much, and moved so both of Cedar’s wrists were firmly held by only one hand. Which was easy to do when Cedar let Vesper move her body as she pleased.
She grabbed Cedar’s jaw with her now free hand and pulled her in for a kiss. Tentative at first. They didn’t kiss very often, but Vesper needed this. She needed her brain to catch up with the idea that she was not fucking Bellamy. She and Bellamy didn’t kiss. Ever.
Cedar moaned into her, relaxing into the kiss, and Vesper swiped her tongue over Cedar’s bottom lip. As the kiss deepened, Cedar started to struggle, just a bit. She liked touching Vesper when they kissed, which was why Vesper needed to hold her back, and why they didn’t do it often. The only amount of fight Cedar ever put up was conveniently forgetting at times that she wasn’t allowed to touch Vesper.
“Be a good girl for me, Cedar,” Vesper whispered, barely pulling away from her mouth, “and take off your clothes.”
She released Cedar abruptly, taking a step back, and watched her sway from the unexpected loss before she processed Vesper’s words. Vesper raised an eyebrow, and Cedar quickly scrambled out of her clothes, throwing her skimpy top on the floor before pulling her shorts down and stepping out of them. She had nothing underneath.
Vesper groaned at the sight. “I knew you were just up here waiting.”
She closed the distance and dug her fingers intoCedar’s hips, pulling her back in for another kiss. Vesper backed Cedar up until they hit the bed then roughly pushed her down on top of it, eyeing her hungrily.
Cedar slowly spread her legs, giving Vesper a glimpse of exactly how ready she was. “Fuck,” Vesper breathed, licking her lips. She forced herself to stay firmly planted though. Vesper wanted Cedar to beg. She wanted to torment her, to drag it out until Cedar couldn’t take it anymore. They had all night, after all, and Vesper planned to make the most of it.
“On your knees. Spread your legs so I have a good view.”
“V, come on,” Cedar whined like she already knew what Vesper was going to make her do. Vesper scoffed. They hadn’t started. She was not going to tolerate this so early.
“Don’t even think about begging yet, baby,” Vesper laughed, a cruel smile twisted onto her face. Cedar swallowed, her eyes sharp on Vesper while she got into position without further complaint. “Good girl, now touch yourself. Nice and slow for me.”
Cedar’s breathing hitched, she inched her hand slowly down her body while Vesper tracked her movements. When Cedar reached her center, she spread herself and started her slow, languid movements. Vesper reveled in Cedar’s ability to follow her instructions.
Unlike Bellamy.
