Chapter Four
Briar was kissing her.
Briar was kissing her.
Briar was kissing her and didn’t show any signs of stopping.
All the carefulness that had been occupying Scar’s thoughts just faded away until there was nothing but the softness of Briar’s lips against hers.
It was wonderful, and Scar wanted more. She wanted more and she knew that she would have to encourage Briar, because Briar—being the consummate Daddy—wasn’t going to push Scar into doing anything.
Scar didn’t need pushing.
She wanted to jump.
Pulling Briar towards her, she shuffled backwards—a pretty difficult thing to do whilst also remaining sexy—and tugged Briar down on top of her.
That broke their kiss, which was disappointing, but it did have the very nice side benefit of Briar’s body being atop Scar’s.
“I’m going to squish you,” said Briar.
“Yes please,” retorted Scar with a cheeky grin that made them both laugh.
“I see, squishing as kink… Interesting.”
Scar stuck her tongue out. “Not squishing, just… you know… feeling you above me. On top of me. That’s… nice. Comforting.”
“Ah yes,” said Briar, “The neurodivergent wish to crush your soul back into your body.”
Rolling her eyes, Scar laughed. “Deep pressure, yes.”
Briar had been holding her full weight off Scar, but now she moved her arms and Scar could feel the deep pressure of the other woman’s body, pressing into her limbs.
It was glorious.
She moaned and arched up to meet Briar’s mouth.
“Hold on a minute there, sweetness, we have negotiated anything.”
Scar muttered something very rude about negotiations under her voice.
“Scarlet…”
“Just wanna kiss you.”
“If that’s all you want to do then—”
“No! Okay, fine. Stop the kisses for negotiating.” Grumble grumble grumble.
Briar laughed. “Only for a moment or two. Shall we opt in for tonight? What do you want?”
Scar didn’t even have to think before the words came tumbling out. “Kisses, pleasure, orgasms, pleasing you, touching… tasting you. And spanks, impact play. I want to be pulled back into my body again.” She looked nervously at Briar. “Would any of that be—”
“Yes,” said Briar, more firmly than Scar thought she intended. She flushed. “All of that sounds fucking awesome, Scarlet. Do you want to tell me how best to bring you pleasure, or do you want to show me?”
Now it was Scarlet’s turn to flush and her answer was almost a whisper. “I usually come best from clitoral stimulation combined with…”
“Yes,” prompted Briar gently.
“Well, with fingers filling me up. Everywhere.” She felt that was sufficient to get her point across.
It had been so long since she’d had sex with anyone other than herself, that she’d almost forgotten how to have this discussion; one that was more loaded for her than it was for most other women.
“And I’m post-op. Grew these tits myself!
” The last sentence was aimed to make Briar laugh, but Briar didn’t laugh.
Briar saw right into her anxious soul and soothed her worries with a kiss.
“Pre- or post- wouldn’t have made a difference to me. You’ve always been you. But you have to promise to let me know if I do something you don’t like, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Scar, and the smile that grew on Briar’s face made her feel all funny inside.
“You called me Daddy.”
“I thought that was the whole point.”
“Right you are, Little girl,” said Briar, and leaned in and kissed Scar once more.
This time it wasn’t anywhere near as cautious; there was passion in her touch, that swept Scar up in a wave of desire until the two of them were kissing, open-mouthed and hungry.
Scar ran her hands down Briar’s back, tugging at the pale pink vest top until she could slide her fingers under to touch Briar’s skin. The other woman moaned and Scar felt like she’d completed a marathon, she was so damn proud.
“That’s it, sweetness,” said Briar. “Touch me. I want you to touch me.”
She traced a path round, feeling Briar’s belly, its softness delightfully giving a little jiggle, and then up to her breasts. She tweaked a nipple and was rewarded with a guttural groan and Briar biting her lip.
“What are you doing to me, sweetness?”
And then Briar did something that Scar had never experienced before. She wriggled one knee in between Scar’s thighs, braced one hand under her back, and then flipped them both so that Scar was on top of Briar.
“What the… how did you do that?!”
Briar grinned. “I have my ways.” She pulled Scar down for a kiss, and ran her fingers up the back of Scar’s thighs, pausing just beneath her skirt’s very short hemline. “High, sweetness?”
“I might die if you don’t,” said Scar, with a remarkable lack of drama compared to how she was feeling. “Please, Daddy.”
Every time Scar said “Daddy”, Briar’s eyes darkened, her hands tightening on Scar.
“I didn’t know how much I needed to hear you call me that.”
“What? Daddy?” said Scar, and ground down on Briar’s thigh which was oh so conveniently still between her legs. “Do you like it when I call you Daddy?”
“Cheeky minx,” said Briar and kissed her hard, nipping at Scar’s lip to make her gasp and grind down harder. Her hands slid up until they cupped Scar’s ass, and then settled on her hips, urging her into a rhythmic movement atop her.
The pressure building inside Scar grew, her clit throbbing and she closed her eyes and let Briar move her back and forth.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” said Briar, her voice hoarse as if she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “With your pigtails and your adorable outfits, and that look on your face, like you can’t get enough of me.”
“I can’t,” said Scar, simply. She opened her eyes and met Briar’s gaze. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” said Briar, her fingers tightening, pressing into soft skin. “You’ve got all me, Scar.”
“Can I… can I see you?”
Briar didn’t answer, just shifting so that she could sit up and shuck her top over her shoulders. Rounded breasts, with dusky pink nipples, were mesmerizing. Scar couldn’t stop looking at them. She wanted to lean down and take one in her mouth.
Her Daddy laughed and kissed her on the forehead, before disentangling herself. Scar whimpered at the loss of Briar’s thigh beneath her clit, but the tone of it shifted as Briar stood and swiftly undid her trousers, and stepped out of her underwear.
Her cunt had soft curls framing it, where her head did not, and Scar wanted to reach out and touch them. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
“Then I’m matching my girl,” said Briar. “Come on sweetness, look your fill. And then I’d like to look mine, if you’re amenable.”
“I’m amenable,” said Scar, and almost tripped over in her haste to undress.
Gentle hands stopped her. “Slow down there, and let me undress you?”
Scar didn’t think that she’d ever been undressed by someone else before.
She’d always stripped off herself, either in an attempt to have it over and done quickly, or taking her time, alluring.
But this felt so different. Each touch, each caress, felt reverent, as if she were someone to be worshipped.
It brought tears to her eyes.
“Don’t cry, sweetness,” said Briar, and kissed up the salty trail that had escaped down her face.
“I’m just so happy.”
“Good. Because Daddy’s girl deserves all the happiness in the world.”