With an irritated huff, Vesper turned away and snatched a chair from the edge of the room. She tried to put her focus back on Cedar as she dragged the chair over and sat directly in front of the bed. She took another second to watch. Cedar’s eyes had closed, and her head tipped back. Her fingers slowly circled herself, glistening in her arousal.
Vesper couldn’t wait to get her mouth on Cedar, to taste her, to fuck her until she begged her to stop. They had time, Vesper reminded herself.
She tore her gaze away, listening to Cedar’s uneven breaths, and meticulously removed her boots, setting them to the sidebefore she pulled her shirt off, folded it, and set it on top of her boots. Then, she leaned back to enjoy the show.
She hadn’t realized Cedar’s eyes were on her again until a whimpered plea drew her attention back to Cedar’s face. “V, please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
Vesper raised an eyebrow. “But you’re doing such a lovely job all by yourself.”
“Please,” Cedar whined again, more desperate—a thing that usually had Vesper catering to her demands. But they’d only just started, and the begging would be so,sosweet if Vesper kept her waiting. “Please,” Cedar tried again, breathier. Her fingers sped up, each exhale now a quiet moan that had Vesper squeezing her thighs together.
“Don’t come yet. Slow down,” Vesper ordered quietly, hiding the strain in her voice. Cedar let out a small cry of complaint but obeyed anyway. “Two fingers inside now.”
“Fuck,” Cedar moaned. She closed her eyes again. Her head tipped back as she worked the fingers inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily when her palm slid against her clit and Vesper swallowed. Cedar didn’t even try to fight it.
She moaned loudly, and Vesper knew she’d found a good spot. Her breathing grew shallow as she pumped into herself. She didn’t see Vesper move, her noises covered any sound. Vesper snatched Cedar’s wrist and pulled her fingers out. Cedar’s eyes flew open, and she watched with bright eyes as Vesper sucked her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.
Cedar didn’t dare move. She kept still until Vesper dropped her wrist and grabbed her throat instead. She squeezed the sides, pulling out a gasp. Vesper clenched her jaw. Cedar was just letting it happen. There was no fight. Vesper wanted a fight.
“On your back,” she ground out, trying to tamp down her irritation. She should want this as it was—shouldn’t want Cedarto bitch at her and fight back. Not like Bellamy would. Vesperhadto get Bellamy out of her mind.
They moved together. Vesper refused to let go of Cedar’s throat, using it instead to push her back onto the bed. Cedar adjusted her legs, wrapping them around Vesper’s waist, trying to pull her closer. Vesper allowed Cedar to grind against her for a minute. The small defiance released some of her tension, the misplaced anger.
She clung to Vesper desperately, her nails digging into her exposed shoulder blades, and Vesper hissed. The burn soothed more of her anger, despite Cedar clawing at her and disregarding her standard orders. It was the only fight Cedar would give her, and right now, Vesper apparently needed a reminder of who she was with.
She leaned down to capture Cedar in a searing kiss, her hand still gripped Cedar’s throat as she drank in her little cries of need. When she broke away, she kissed down Cedar’s neck, finally releasing her throat. She let her hand drift down, thumbing over Cedar’s nipple before she pinched it hard, letting up only when Cedar cried out, her back arching off the bed.
Cedar’s hands shot to Vesper’s loose, choppy hair and clutched desperately as she tried to push her head down. Vesper let out a low growl, biting the overly sensitive spot on Cedar’s neck that she had been lavishing with attention. She grabbed Cedar’s wrists, yanking them from her hair. The burn from pulling Cedar’s hands away felt good, exactly the pain Vesper had been craving. She pinned Cedar’s hands against the bed above them.
“Hands to yourself,” Vesper warned. They were playing a dangerous game here—Cedar taking more than she should, pushing Vesper’s limits, Vesper allowing more than she ever had. Cedar moaned, trying to move her hips and struggling weakly against Vesper’s strong grip.
“Please, V,” Cedar whined. “I need—” Cedar cut herselfoff with a loud gasp when Vesper shoved her thigh harder against Cedar’s center. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?” Vesper teased, keeping Cedar’s wrists trapped and moving down her body until she was able to suck a nipple into her mouth. She teased it between her teeth before she bit down until Cedar cried out.
“I need your tongue on me,” Cedar breathed, rolling her hips against Vesper. Vesper licked where she’d just bitten. She soothed the sting and dragged the soft metal ball of her tongue piercing over Cedar’s nipple.
“My tongue is on you,” she whispered against Cedar’s chest. She moved to her other breast. Cedar whined again, swearing under her breath while Vesper gave the other nipple the same treatment. Her hips bucked again, and her legs tightened around Vesper as she tried to pull her in.
She struggled against Vesper’s hold for a second time. She wasn’t strong enough for it to matter, but the satisfaction Vesper got from her trying was almost enough to make her forget her earlier frustration. Almost.
Vesper released Cedar’s wrists suddenly. Her hands immediately shot back to Vesper’s hair. Cedar tried again to shove Vesper down where she really wanted her. The disobedience was exactly what Vesper had wanted, had counted on. It gave her the fuel she needed to punish her. Vesper bit Cedar’s breast. Hands tightened in her hair, drawing out the burn and the pain for both of them.
Vesper withdrew. She stood up quickly, a wicked look in her eye, and went to Cedar’s nightstand for rope and whatever toys she knew were stashed away. She made a show of sorting through the drawer. Cedar’s eyes bore into her, her mouth snapped shut.
“I remember,” Vesper said as she pulled out the short length of silk rope she’d used often, “telling you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Cedar sucked her teeth, clearly upset but remaining silent. Fornow. “If you want to come tonight, you’ll remember to do what you’re told.”
“I didn’t realize you were in such a shit mood,” Cedar snapped.
Vesper raised an eyebrow. She returned to the bed and held up the rope, waiting. Cedar huffed as if she didn’t love being at Vesper’s mercy before raising her arms and letting Vesper tie her wrists together, then to the metal bed frame.
“I’m in a great mood,” Vesper replied, winking. She pinched Cedar’s nipple for good measure, then went back to the nightstand. Cedar’s cry was perfect. All of her noises fueled Vesper’s desire. The bit of bratting Cedar had taken to didn’t hurt.
