Vesper shifted her position, moving so that she was directly in between Bellamy’s legs and forcing Bel’s legs apart. She leaned over and bit the inside of Bellamy’s thigh, hard enough to bruise. Vesper wanted Bellamy to feel everything the next day. She needed to leave her mark, to make Bellamy regret every fucking decision she’d made that day. Drawing away at Bellamy’s pained whine, she swiped her finger over the mark, wiping the spit off. Then, she thrust it inside Bellamy without warning, eliciting a surprised cry.
Gritting her teeth, Vesper pushed a second finger inside, pumping as deep as she could, her palm grinding against Bellamy’s clit. Bel’s whine was part pain, part pleasure. And she sounded so fucking good that Vesper hated her just a little bit more.
Vesper set a hard pace, pumping fast and rough enough to be just a little painful. She didn’t care, she needed to hurt Bellamy. Bel could take it.
“I-I can’t,” Bellamy whimpered when Vesper added a third finger, pounding relentlessly. “It’s too much.”
“Then make me stop,” Vesper growled. “Say the word.” She didn’t want to stop, but as much as she might hate Bellamy, as pissed as she might be, if Bel truly didn’t want it, then it was ruined. Vesper wanted to hurt her, to ruin her, but she’d never do anything during sex that was against someone’s will. No matter how shitty they were.
“Fuck you,” Bellamy spat angrily, eyes rolling back when Vesper accidentally hit a good spot. Bellamy moaned loudly, herhands curling into fists above her head and her body twitched involuntarily.
Vesper stilled, not wanting to give Bellamy the pleasure. “Say it,” she demanded again, pulling out until she was only one knuckle deep, just enough to be uncomfortable.
“I hate you,” Bellamy whined, trying in vain to push her body down onto Vesper’s fingers, to force her back inside.
“Say that again when I’m not three fingers deep in your cunt,” Vesper snapped. “Make me stop.”
Bellamy glared, her mouth firmly clamped, set in a hard line, a challenge in her eyes. Vesper huffed a laugh. “That’s what I thought. Fucking pathetic.” Vesper slammed her fingers back in, hitting Bellamy’s clit hard and resuming her merciless pace.
“Ahh, fuck, please,” Bellamy cried when Vesper hit her clit again, her palm slapping painfully against it with each pump inside her. Vesper leaned down and bit Bellamy’s thigh again, hard enough to draw blood this time.
Bellamy struggled, trying to pull away when the sensations no doubt became too much—the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain. She whined that she couldn’t take anymore like the fucking liar she was. Vesper was sick of Bellamy’s voice, her pathetic pleas to stop. If she wanted Vesper to stop, she’d say a different word.
“Shut the fuck up,” Vesper snapped, wrapping her hand back around Bellamy’s throat. “The next time you open your mouth better be to beg for release.”
“I can’t,” Bellamy cried out. “I can’t take it.”
Vesper tugged Bellamy’s shirt up, stuffing it into her open, pleading mouth. Bellamy whined against the makeshift gag, but at least Vesper couldn’t hear her lying voice anymore. Bellamy’s eyes squeezed shut, her whimpers and moans growing louder, higher pitched.
Bellamy’s body tensed, clenching around Vesper’s fingers. She was so close. Vesper stopped hitting her clit and Bellamy whined louder, chasing the orgasm that Vesper was refusing to give.
A muffled plea came from under the gag. Vesper ripped itout of Bellamy’s mouth. She took a gasping breath before begging. “Ves, please. Please,” she cried. “I need to?—”
Vesper’s watch buzzed.Time’s up.She smiled, pulling her fingers out and shoving them in Bellamy’s mouth when she opened it to protest. Obediently, Bellamy licked them clean. Heat built up in Vesper’s center, an uncomfortable wetness dampening her boxers.
She hated how good Bellamy looked like this, splayed out and submissive, sucking her fingers down. Hated how good her tongue felt doing it too. Vesper left her there, panting and wanting, while she stood up, wiping her hands on her pants and taking in the view one last time.
They would not be doing this again. It had been a mistake. It was always a mistake.
Vesper undid Bellamy’s restraints. Her wrists were raw from how hard she’d struggled. Bellamy’s hand immediately shot down to finish herself off, rubbing furiously while Vesper buckled her belt back up. When Bellamy’s head tipped back and her moans turned into shallow cries, Vesper snatched her wrist and thrust Bellamy’s pants into her hands.
“Get dressed. You don’t deserve to come.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Vesper
It had been eight days since their last job. Vesper spent the first four in The Downstairs, trying to ignore pitying looks when she bought Meila’s time—a fairly new addition and top tier brat—three days in a row. The whores all knew Vesper only got their resident masochist after Bellamy fucked with her head. As a result, Vesper had blown through her money. At the time it was worth it, but now that they hadn’t gotten a job in eight fucking days, it felt a little more like a loss every day.
There was one upside to all the downtime though. It meant she’d had eight blissful days without Bellamy. Well, with the exception of seeing her storming out of the building as Vesper had been leaving The Downstairs one day. It could explain why Bel hadn’t been back to bother her.
Bellamy was the only person in Vesper’s life who would have the absolute audacity to be mad becauseshegot caught stealing evidence and had risked them being killed. Vesper wasn’t angry with Bellamy anymore, though, not really. At least, not any more so than the standard level of anger reserved for her.
And she definitely wasn’t upset that she hadn’t seen Bellamy. She didn’t miss her. She hated her. Bellamy was probably just pouting because she didn’t get her way. Well, she sort of had, butnot everything she wanted. She might have even found some trouble she finally couldn’t escape. Vesper didn’t know the details of Bellamy’s debt, but she had a feeling it was no longer possible to pay it off.
No, she wasn’t thinking about Bellamy. The only reason Bellamy came to mind was because Vesper was bored. The peace and relative freedom was always nice, but her dwindling funds and lack of action grew old after a while.
Vesper needed a job. Or a fight. Or maybe she could go find something else to do…
