“Try again.”
“I don’t have a fucking attitude,” Bellamy snapped, more sure and aggressive this time. Vesper smirked and spanked her harder.
“Bel,” she warned.
She stroked Bellamy's ribs, pushing under her shirt and roaming upwards until she found Bellamy’s hardened nipples and pinched them, pulling a low moan from Bel. Bellamy wriggled again, but this time, she pushed herself into Vesper instead of trying to get away.
“What about my attitude do you want to discuss?” Bellamy ground out, her voice breathy already.
“Stop provoking the one person who might be capable of helping us,” Vesper ordered, enjoying watching her squirm while continuing a casual perusal of Bel’s body.
“I’m not,” Bellamy argued weakly. As if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. Vesper let out a soft laugh before drawing back and spanking her again. When Bellamy, again, pushed herself back into Vesper, she slipped a hand into Bellamy’s shorts and ran her finger through Bel’s center, pressing inside until Bellamy graced her with a soft moan.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment too much,” Vesperwhispered, pulling her finger out and wiping it on Bellamy’s thigh. “And you’re still lying to me.”
“You’re not saying what you want,” Bellamy whined. She cried out when Vesper spanked her again, harder than the previous times.
“I told you exactly what I want. You need to start playing nice with everyone.”
Bellamy huffed. “I don’t like them.” Vesper rolled her eyes and slid her hands up and down Bellamy’s sides, teasing.
“Tough. Get over it.”
“Vesper,” Bellamy whined, dragging out the syllables, her voice full of desperation and frustration.
“Yes, Bellamy?”
Bellamy sucked in a sharp breath at the full use of her name and whispered, “Please.”
“You think you deserve a reward?” She laughed. “You need to think about how to fix your attitude.” To punctuate her statement, she leaned over Bellamy, pressing their bodies together, and bit her exposed shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “On your knees,” she whispered in her ear.
Bellamy quickly complied, throwing Vesper a sultry look over her shoulder as she knelt, clearly hoping Vesper would sit in front of her. Hoping beyond all reason, probably, that Vesper would reward her with something she hadn’t had since they’d broken up.
“How do you want me to earn my forgiveness?” Bellamy asked, breathless.
“I already told you, Bel,” Vesper whispered, pushing Bellamy forward so her chest lay against the bed, her knees still pushed into the hard floor, and her ass perfectly exposed. “I want you to think about what you’ve done and don’t do it again. Don’t move.” Vesper let her hand wander slowly down Bellamy’s back, relishing her shudder before she abruptly stood up and left the room. She chuckled to herself when Bellamy’s angry yell reached her through the closed door.
She wouldn’t leave her for long. Just long enough to seewhat kind of toys Mazz might be willing to lend her to have some proper fun. Besides, Bel needed a bit of humbling. She couldn’t keep pissing Cedar off whilst they still needed her help.
Turning down the hallway to Mazz’s office, Vesper almost smacked into Cedar leaning against the wall and watching her with a smirk.
“That was fast,” Cedar said, ignoring Vesper’s eye roll. She followed her down the dimly lit hall. “Must have gotten off pretty light if you’re already done with her.”
“Thought for sure you’d still be with your sister,” Vesper grumbled. “What do you want?”
Cedar shrugged. “Just curious what you’d do to her.”
“Go away.”
They reached the halls leading to Mazz’s office and Cedar laughed. “Bellamy wasn’t enough for you?” she asked innocently, still following, much to Vesper’s growing irritation.
“Just fucking say what you want, Cedar.”
Instead of answering, Cedar’s face lit up with a dangerous smile. “If I piss you off enough, will you take it out on her?”
“Why do you hate her so much?” It was a question Vesper had never really known the answer to. Never cared until recently. “It can’t actually just be because of your parents. They were horrible, you know that.”
“Cypress likes you,” Cedar said instead of answering her question.
