Of course, she wouldn’t be so lucky. She whined as the entire thing was slowly withdrawn from her body, leaving her empty and without anything to help relieve the pressure.
“I’ll be good,” Bellamy promised, desperation leaking into her very being. “I’ll apologize. I won’t pick any more fights.”
That last part was a lie—they both knew it. She only hoped it was good enough. Grovel and earn some good will by making promises she had little intention of keeping.
Bellamy squirmed in place. She couldn’t hear Vesper, couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel her. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow before she was pulled off the bed, back to her kneeling position.
Vesper was behind her still, one hand back on her throat, the other one rubbing up her body, under her shirt, massaging her chest. The paddle had been discarded somewhere Bellamy couldn’t see, but she didn’t care. She’d only wanted Ves to touch her. She let her head tip back on Vesper’s shoulder and moaned softly in her ear.
“Please,” she whispered again. Then, she heard a low humming sound and her eyes shot open. Vesper was holding that same little vibrator from the trolley—the one she’d tormented Bel with and made her use on herself. “Fuck, yes. Please, Ves. Fuck me with that.” Bellamy whimpered, repeating the words she’d used then, hoping they’d work this time.
Without wasting another second, Vesper pressed the vibrator directly against her clit and she cried out. If Ves hadn’t been holding her throat she would’ve doubled over. The feeling was too much. Her orgasm built fast. Too fast. Fuck. Bellamy knew what she was about to be put through, and she was already so sensitive from the teasing.
It didn’t take long at all before heat crashed through her. Vesper’s hand tightened around her throat as her body shook involuntarily. She tried to squeeze her legs shut. She couldn’t handle more. She needed a break, a quick recovery, which she knew Vesper wouldn’t grant her. Then, Vesper slid the vibrator down until she found her opening and shoved it inside.
“Fuck,” Bellamy gasped. Vibrations flooded through her. It wouldn’t be enough to get her there again, just enough to befucking torture. Soft fabric covered her eyes, tightening around her head. Vesper’s warm body disappeared from behind her.
Over her own moans, she heard rustling to her left, and she turned her head uselessly. “Ves?” Her voice was small, weak, punctuated with another soft moan as the vibrator continued it’s torture inside her.
“If you want another, you’ll need to work to earn it,” Vesper said. Her voice was in front of Bellamy this time.
Without giving Bel a second to think on what that meant, Vesper’s hand tangled in Bellamy’s hair, and she pulled her forward. Bellamy wished she could see Ves for this. It was the first time since they’d broken up that Ves was allowing her this. She tasted just as fucking good as Bellamy remembered.
She moaned into Vesper, diving her tongue as deep inside as she could go and relishing the sting as Vesper’s hand tightened in her hair. The vibrator was absolutely nothing compared to this. This, she could do for hours.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Vesper
The morning was surprisingly relaxed. Bellamy fell asleep curled up in Vesper’s arms after they worked out some frustrations from the day before. And fuck, Bellamy had put in work. Not like Vesper could ever forget how good she was with her mouth, but she hadn’t done that in years.
Bel hadn’t even complained about the blindfold. She’d been so fucking good, so beautiful. It was odd, Vesper thought, how little this all hurt, how quickly and easily they’d fallen back into each other. A small, nagging part of her brain screamed at her not to trust it. They weren’t safe. She wasn’t safe. Bel could still change her mind about them, about this.
Bellamy held so much power over Vesper, it was fucking comical—and terrifying.
Vesper shook her head. No, they were good. She wouldn’t go down that road. Not now, when they were already in a fucked situation. They didn’t need complications, they needed to try to trust each other, especially if they were going to get out of this alive.
“Can you stop fucking pacing?” Bel finally snapped after Vesper had been so distracted in her head thatalmost twenty minutes had passed of her walking from wall to wall in front of the bed.
“Cedar should be here by now,” Vesper said, sitting on the bed next to Bellamy. “What if something happened?”
They hadn’t heard anything from Cedar yet. She’d even gone to check on Cypress in the morning, but apparently, Cedar hadn’t been by since the night before. And now it was closing in on mid-afternoon.
It wasn’t unusual for Cedar not to stop by with Vesper and Bellamy before she went to work now that she was back in her employers good graces—or decent graces—but she always went to see Cypress. It was reasonable, she thought, to be a little worried. Especially the day after announcing themselves in public. Sure, Cedar hadn’t been visible, but it wasn’t a stretch to connect the sisters. Particularly with their parents looking for them.
“Why do you even care about her? We’re better off if she does die.”
Vesper groaned, lying back and visually tracing the outline of the twisted glass panes of light on the ceiling. “You know that’s not what this is, Bel. We went outside yesterday—no hiding—trying to draw them out. And now Cedar might be missing? You don’t think it’s a little suspicious?”
Vesper turned to look at her. Bellamy was gnawing on her bottom lip. She was worried too. She just didn’t want to show it.
“I’m gonna go talk to Mazz. Maybe she knows something,” Vesper suggested, but Bellamy grabbed her before she could get up.
“Why is Mazz always your fucking answer to everything?”
Vesper tried not to groan again. Bellamy had been getting increasingly more upset about Vesper talking to any of the girls the longer they stayed there. And their night had been so good too.
“I just want to make sure we’re prepared. What if something happened?”
