“Am I still being punished?” she breathed, staying where she was.
Vesper’s empty hand grabbed her throat, not applying pressure—yet. It still worked to make Bellamy’s heart hammer in her chest. “Did you think about your actions like I told you to?”
“No,” Bellamy gasped. She’d been a bit distracted, but in truth, she knew it wouldn’t matter. She wouldn’t have thought about it anyway.
“That wasn’t really your fault,” Vesper mused, the smile in her voice evident. She was enjoying tormenting Bellamy. She fucking knew what Bellamy wanted. She was going to make her beg for it.
“I wouldn’t have anyway,” Bellamy replied quickly. Too quickly.
Vesper chuckled, squeezing the sides of her throat. “No. You wouldn’t have,” she agreed before suddenly moving away from Bellamy entirely.
Before Bellamy had a chance to complain, Vesper had hauled her partially up and shoved her face-down on the bed, exactly how she had been before. In one swift movement, Vesper yanked her stolen boxers down. Bellamy squeezed her legs together, the cool air of the room adding a discomfort to the slick wetness slowly building up in her center. She shifted, trying to find some friction.
It was always so fucking hot when Vesper threw her around.
Vesper kicked her legs apart, ensuring that she couldn’t find relief until Vesper herself decided to grant it. And Bellamy was positive it would not be quick.
“You wanted to know where I was?” Vesper asked, slowly dragging the paddle up the inside of Bellamy’s leg. Bellamy whimpered but didn’t reply. She could figure it out based on what Ves had come back with. “Why I took so long while I thought you were learning your lesson?”
This time, Bellamy nodded. “Yes.”
“I got held up.” Vesper paused, keeping the paddle just inches below where Bellamy needed it. “Cedar wanted to talk about you.You need to stop going after them, Bel. Both of them. I’m serious.”
“But—” Bellamy started to complain, then the paddle was taken from her leg and used for its intended purpose. The smack rang out in the silence of the room. The sting set in immediately, and she cried out, unprepared. “Fuck,” Bellamy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
The paddle came down on the other side, mimicking the first hit, and Bellamy moaned. The heat increased between her legs. She needed something, anything, to relieve this building pressure.
“Bel,” Vesper warned, but she didn’t want Bellamy to cave this early. Bellamy knew it. Vesper preferred her bratting. Preferred her refusing to back down—right? Bellamy’s heart pounded while she tried to work out the fastest way to get what she wanted.
“I don’t like them,” Bellamy whined. Another smack. She’d known it was coming, but that didn’t keep her from letting that pained cry sneak out.
“I don’t care,” Vesper’s voice was stern, not angry. Maybe she really did want Bellamy to give in. Another smack. The wetness increased, the pressure built. Bellamy was going to say whatever the fuck Vesper wanted her to. She’d given her a fight, as weak as it was. She was aching now, ready to beg. She needed Ves to touch her. It was ridiculous how easy she was giving in, but she didn’t care.
“Fine,” Bellamy snapped. “I’ll play nice.”
“Good,” Vesper praised, pushing the handle of the smooth, rounded paddle against her center. Bellamy moaned loudly, finally receiving some relief. She ground down on it, taking as much as she could for as long as Ves would allow. “Do you think you’ve earned your forgiveness? Your reward?”
Bellamy gasped when Ves pulled the paddle away, lamenting the loss of pressure immediately. “No.”
“How do you want to earn it?” Vesper asked, bring the paddle back. Its silicone handle slid over her center, gathering more of her wetness.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, trying to lose herself in the slow push and pull against her clit. “Ves, please.” Heat was building in her core. Not enough to push her over. She needed more. She’d beg, she’d do anything. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good girl,” Vesper purred before she shoved the handle inside Bellamy without warning, stretching her and making her cry out.
Bellamy spread her legs further, opening herself and pushing down to take as much of that thing as Vesper wanted to give. Vesper’s other hand dug into her hip, holding her still while she pumped slowly into her. Vesper had always been so annoyingly skilled at perfectly avoiding the right spot and keeping Bellamy on the edge without going over.
“Vesper,” she whined breathlessly. “Please.”
“No,” Vesper growled, increasing her pace. Bellamy tried—and failed—to move with her, to move so Ves would hit the right spot. She was crying out with almost every thrust inside now. Her excitement dripped down her thighs. Her muscles strained, tightened, but Vesper insisted on keeping her orgasm just out of reach.
“Please,” Bellamy begged again in between ragged breaths. “Please, Ves. Touch me, I need to come.”
“You haven’t earned it.”
Bellamy wanted to scream. Of course she hadn’t earned it. Vesper hadn’t told her what she wanted! Instead of mouthing off—because she was entirely incapable of anything but submission right now—she uttered a whispered, “How?”
The ghost of a laugh came from behind her, soft against her sweaty skin. Then, the handle was shoved up until the edge of the paddle hit her clit. Bellamy sucked in a sharp breath and didn’t move, hoping that if she stayed quiet, stayed still, Vesper would move the paddle in a way that would finally give her release.
