She pulled a wooden paddle out from the bottom of the drawer. Vesper hadn’t seen it before, but she was giddy to have found it.
She turned back to Cedar, whose eyes had narrowed to slits. “Don’t punish me for her fuck up,” Cedar warned. “I’m not her.”
Vesper gritted her teeth. She dropped the paddle back into the drawer, pissed that Cedar had clocked the cause of her mood that fucking easily. She hated when Cedar was right, even more so when Cedar could so easily tell Bellamy had her messed up. Like she had the ability to read her damn mind. They didn’t know each other like that. Cedar shouldn’t know just how much Bellamy got under Vesper’s skin.
She decided she needed to work on her temper a bit more.
“You’re right,” she admitted angrily, stalking back to Cedar. “But you still didn’t keep your hands to yourself.” Vesper smiled at the ensuing frustration on Cedar’s face, the defeat in her eyes that told Vesper everything.
Vesper settled between Cedar’s legs. She ran her hands up Cedar’s thighs and dug into the soft muscle with her thumbs. Cedar hummed in appreciation but she didn’t relax. Her eyes were sharp, still narrowed in suspicion.
Vesper slid one finger through Cedar’s wet folds. The teasinghad done nothing to quell the need between Vesper’s legs. She didn’t waste anymore time. Without warning, she worked two fingers inside. Cedar’s warm heat greedily enveloped them, and Vesper savored her surprised cry. She started hard and fast, her palm rubbing on Cedar’s clit with each entry as she pumped into her.
Cedar’s low moans steadily grew as Vesper quickly brought her to the edge with only her fingers. She’d known Cedar wouldn’t take long, not with how much teasing Vesper had done, with how much she wanted it.
“Fuck, fuck, please. I’m close, I’m gonna—” Cedar cut herself off with a whine when Vesper curled her fingers inside. Her back arched off the bed, and her arms strained against the rope. Vesper didn’t let up. She slowed and appreciated the twitches Cedar gave her every time she hit her clit, the sharp intakes of breath while she came down from the high. But Vesper didn’t stop.
Cedar’s arms were taut against the rope. She struggled in earnest, now as her overly sensitive clit didn’t get a break. She tried to wiggle away, but Vesper grabbed her hip with her free hand and held Cedar in place. She pulled her fingers out and dragged them up, rubbing Cedar’s arousal over her clit.
Vesper scooted down the bed, indulging her need to taste. She licked a slow, languid line from Cedar’s center, up until the ball of her tongue piercing hit her clit. Cedar squirmed, and her breathing was ragged. Vesper took up a painfully slow pace. She circled Cedar’s clit but didn’t hit it.
She was being generous, really, as she allowed Cedar to catch her breath. Of course, Cedar didn’t seem to see it the same way based on her whines and the way she moved her hips, trying to get Vesper to hit the right spot. Cedar might not have been verbally begging, but her body certainly was.
Vesper increased her pace, slipping one finger back inside and pumping in and out. She started swiping over Cedar’s clit with every stroke of her tongue. Cedar moaned and let out little whimpers with every breath. Vesper’s favorite noises.
She continued her targeted strike until Cedar cried out again, a warning that she was close. This time, Vesper stopped.
She withdrew her fingers right when Cedar clenched around them. Breathless, Cedar couldn’t complain. She could only glare at Vesper as she got up and went back to the drawer. She knew Cedar had a strap, the harness already fitted to Vesper—a detail that she tried not to think about too much.
Vesper shucked off her pants and pulled the harness over her boxers. Cedar watched her hungrily, her gaze was filled with desire.
When Vesper situated herself back in front of Cedar, she carefully lined up the tip of the dildo with Cedar’s entrance. Cedar reminded her, “No need to be gentle.”
“I never am.” She pressed the tip into Cedar slowly, letting her arousal coat it before thrusting in hard.
Cedar’s cry echoed through the room as she took all of Vesper eagerly.
“You’re a fucking vision,” Vesper groaned, her own arousal increased at the sight of the full length of her inside Cedar. She withdrew almost entirely before thrusting in again, faster this time.
“Fuck,” Cedar whimpered, her head tipped back as Vesper repeated the move a third time. Vesper set a steady pace, encouraged when Cedar’s moans grew louder and higher pitched. She slowed when Cedar’s body tensed.
“Don’t stop, please, V,” Cedar begged weakly as her orgasm waned for a second time. “Untie me,” Cedar whined.
“Why?” Vesper chuckled, she slowly withdrew until only the tip was still inside and garnered a sick enjoyment from watching Cedar try to shove herself down to push the thing back in.
“So I can fuck myself if you’re not going to!” Cedar snapped.
“Oh, baby,” Vesper’s voice was low, her smile dark. “It’s barely been two hours.” Vesper bit her lip and her smile grew. “If you insist on getting off so quickly…” Cedar sucked in a sharp breath and held it, her entire body tense, waiting. There was a warning in Vesper’s words that Cedar wouldn’t decipher until it was too late.
Vesper grabbed a small vibrator off the shelf. Cedar hadn’t noticed her take it from the drawer, but now her eyes widened. Vesper pressed it hard against Cedar’s clit. Cedar’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing increasing from anticipation.
“Please,” she whispered. She was dripping. She didn’t even know what she was begging for—the torment Vesper was going to bring her.
Cedar rolled her hips, eyes fluttering shut as the vibrator slid easily through her soaked folds. When Vesper didn’t stop her, Cedar did it again. She found an awkward movement that must have given her some sort of friction. Vesper enjoyed the show for a minute. Then, without warning, she thrust back in and turned the vibrator on to the highest setting.
Cedar cried out—a long, sharp sound that ended in a moan. Her body tensed, and her core clenched around the toy while Vesper fucked her relentlessly. When Cedar came, Vesper had to hold her up with one hand while the other kept the vibrator pressed hard against her. She didn’t slow down this time, didn’t give Cedar a second to recover.
Her cries turned to weak whimpers, her body twitching as Vesper continued to push inside again and again. To overstimulate her in the best way. Vesper wanted it so good that it fucking hurt. When she forced another orgasm, a tear fell from Cedar’s eye, and Vesper knew she was finished. She pulled out slowly, carefully, and took off the harness.
