Without taking her eyes from Bellamy’s, Vesper addressed Mazz. “What do you want, Mazz?”
Ever the professional, Mazz didn’t let the tense atmosphere affect her. “Whatever you want, love,” she said, cupping Bellamy’s chin and drawing her in for a kiss.
It was awkward at first. Bellamy froze, her mouth firmly shut and not returning the kiss. No doubt, she was warring with her desire to get back at Vesper versus her want to keep this to only sexand nothing else. She didn’t want to kiss Mazz. Not really. Then, Bel decided to embrace it.
She raised up on her knees, her hands on either side of Mazz’s legs, and pushed her further down on the bed. Bellamy broke the kiss only when she had Mazz all the way on her back. She kissed along her neck, down to her breasts again, sucking both nipples equally before continuing down.
Mazz’s encouraging moans filled the room as Bellamy made her way to Mazz’s center. When she was close, Vesper interrupted again.
“Take off your clothes, Bel.”
“How about Mazz takes them off,” Bellamy murmured sweetly into Mazz’s stomach. Vesper did not give permission before they moved together, Mazz helping Bellamy out of her dress, her hand skimming over the black and red lingerie set Bel was wearing underneath. Vesper ground her teeth together, clenching her fist at her sides.
“Hands to yourself,” she snapped at Mazz, unable to contain the growing irritation as Mazz’s fingers skimmed the underside of Bellamy’s breasts. Was it hypocritical to not allow Mazz to touch Bellamy like that? Yes. Did Vesper care? Absolutely fucking not.
Bellamy grinned, shooting Vesper a teasing look as she slowly started to pull her underwear down, without Mazz’s help.
“Leave that on,” Vesper ordered. There might have been a selfish little part of Vesper that didn’t want anyone else to know Bellamy’s body like she did.
On the other hand, the crisscross pattern of the matching set and the way the lace hugged her in all the right places made Vesper’s mouth water. Even in the dim, reddened mood lighting of the room, Bellamy’s skin still glowed against the colors of the lingerie.
“Good,” Vesper praised, swallowing and eyeing Bel for entirely too long before she remembered what they were doing. “You may continue as you were, Bel. Use your tongue, make sureshe’s warmed up first. Wait for my permission to use your fingers.”
Bellamy’s eyes gleamed with mischief at Vesper’s words. Vesper narrowed her eyes, watching Bellamy carefully as she set to work, not wasting a single second. Heat pooled between Vesper’s legs. She should’ve moved her chair to be next to them instead of behind them. Bellamy’s hands were on Mazz’s legs, but the way Mazz was moaning, well—Vesper knew Bel wasn’t holding back.
“One finger, inside,” Vesper directed, smirking at Mazz’s glare. “You need to beg. You know the rules.” She winked and Mazz made a rude gesture before Bellamy wriggled her hand in between them. Mazz’s head fell back on the bed, her hips bucking for more.
Mazz held out longer than Vesper would have thought. She was starting to wonder if both these women were punishingherfor different reasons. When the first breathy plea sounded out, it was music to Vesper’s ears. Bellamy did not wait for approval. Mazz’s loud gasp confirmed that.
She was rewarded with a quick yank on her chain, but Vesper knew Bel was fucking smiling.
“She’s a three fingers girl,” Vesper said instead of chastising. Bellamy already knew punishment would come. No reason to spoil Mazz’s fun too.
Then, Vesper sat back and enjoyed the show. She’d let Mazz have her first orgasm in peace. Then Bel would get her punishment. Vesper listened to Mazz’s moans peak. Knowing how close she was and how soon she’d be able to get Bel, she couldn’t fucking wait.
As soon as Mazz had tipped over the edge, her body shuddering and moans overly exaggerated, Bellamy stopped. She licked her lips as she leaned back on her heels and scanned Vesper’s face for a reaction.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Vesper said, her mouth ticking up and a dark warning in her tone. “Get on the bed, Bel.”
Mazz scooted up, giving Bellamy space. “Are you finallyjoining the party, V?” Mazz asked, watching Vesper with heavy-lidded eyes. Vesper winked and roughly gripped Bellamy’s hips as she stood up, drawing Bellamy flush against her.
“I didn’t give you permission for the other two fingers,” Vesper whispered against Bel’s hair before forcing her onto the bed and positioning her exactly how she would receive her punishment—on all fours, ass in the air. Mazz’s eyes widened, watching them with a keen interest. Vesper didn’t think she’d ever been so rough with Mazz. Might even have been the first time Mazz had really seen her in this role.
“You ever seen me punish a brat, Mazz?” she asked, casually stripping off her pants and revealing the strap she wore.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
“Good,” Vesper smiled. “I think you’ll enjoy it. Bellamy, continue.”
Bellamy threw her a confused look over her shoulder. Vesper raised an eyebrow, nodding that she was, in fact, serious.
She swallowed and asked, “How do you want me to do it?”
That question alone made Vesper want to throw her plans out the window and take Bel immediately. She ignored her building desire, instead looking at Mazz. “Be a dear and tell Bel how you’d like to be fucked this time.” Vesper smiled, and before Mazz got a word in she said, “Oh, and Bel? Listen well, because you’re not allowed to come until she does.”
Then, Vesper yanked Bellamy’s underwear down, bunching it around her thighs. She heard Mazz say something but all she could focus on was Bellamy. She ran a finger through the gathering wetness at Bel’s core. Bellamy’s moan was muffled, followed immediately by an unobstructed moan from Mazz. She wiped her finger off on Bellamy’s exposed ass and immediately gave her a hard smack, listening for her reaction before hitting the other side.
Mazz’s eyes shot open and she watched Vesper while Bellamy, clearly, lost focus, pulling away enough to let a small cry slip out on the second hit.
