Chapter Five
Being naked in front of Briar didn’t make her feel vulnerable, though being naked and crying certainly did.
Scar went to cover up, to hide herself, and Briar gently stepped back. “I can get blankets and we can just snuggle if you like?” she offered.
Scar blinked, and let her arms fall. “No, I want you, Daddy.”
That made Briar smile, and laughing she pulled Scar into her arms. “Call me Daddy, sweetness, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
Scar pulled Briar over to her desk, and gestured.
“You want me to…”
Scar gestured again and Briar shook her head, “No no, sweetness, you’re going to use your words for me. If you want something from Daddy, you have to say.”
“Why?” asked Scar.
“Because hearing what you want to do with me… well, it’s hot as fuck.”
That made them both laugh.
“If you could sit on the edge of the desk there, and spread your legs, I’d like to sit on my knees before you and worship you with my mouth.”
Briar’s pupils flared and she blinked hurriedly. “Yeah, we can do that. Would you mind locking the door for me first?”
That brought Scar up sharply. “Oh shit!”
“It’s okay, Scarlet, if my door’s closed people knock first, but better to be safe than sorry.”
The other woman was right, and Scar hurried over and locked it, feeling suddenly very naked all over again.
“Now, come back here.”
As she turned, she saw Briar sat on the edge of the desk, legs spread, dark curls between her legs.
She almost tripped over, in her haste, and Briar chuckled before saying, “If you’re going to fall over, perhaps you should get on your knees and crawl for Daddy. To prevent a broken ankle, if nothing else.”
The distance between them was less than two meters, but Scar felt every millimeter. Her butt moving from side to side and she moved towards the intoxicating woman who awaited her.
When she was finally—finally—at Briar’s desk, she sat back on her heels and looked up at her Daddy.
“You okay down there, sweetness?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. “Can I…?”
“Yes, sweet girl.”
Kneeling up, she leaned forward and stroked Briar’s soft curls, parting them until she could see the clit nestled within. It was pink, as if Briar was as desperate for this as she was. Leaning forward, she licked, and felt Briar’s hands come to rest on her hair, urging her onwards.
Closing her eyes she let herself sink into the sensations of it all; everything else fading away until there was nothing left but Briar.
Scar hadn’t been lying earlier when she’d said that she hadn’t wanted Briar to become her whole world, but in moments like this, with the tang of her Daddy on her tongue, Scar would be quite happy to orbit Briar occasionally.
To have scenes and moments like this when the world narrowed down to the two of them.
A bubble of desire, of connection.
“Oh Scarlet.” Briar’s thighs tightened about her face, and Scar pressed her tongue deeper, making circles around and across Briar’s clit until her mouth was suddenly flooded with sweet muskiness.
The hands on her head fisted in her hair and urged her backward until Briar could look down at her.
“Hey there sweetness,” said Briar.
“Hey Daddy,” grinned back Scar. “Enjoyed that?”
The hand in her hair tightened, and Briar tugged until she was standing. “You really are a cheeky brat.”
“You’d be bored if I wasn’t,” offered Scar, unrepentant.
“I wonder… Now, how to reward you…”
Scar knew that the normal answer was to ask for an orgasm, but Scar had never really been normal. “With spanks please, Daddy,” she said.
Briar quirked an eyebrow. “Spanks?”
“Ideally followed by an orgasm, but spanks first would be amazing.” They’d ground her in the moment, settling her where she needed to be, and put her in the right kind of mindset to accept orgasms at someone else’s hand.
“Spanks it is then.” Briar jumped down from the desk, never letting go of Scar’s hair. Placing a hand on Scar’s back, she pushed gently down until Scar was flat against the cool wood of the desk. “Up on your tiptoes please Scarlet, show me that pretty ass of yours.”
Going onto her tiptoes would make her spread her legs slightly, so everything would be exposed to Briar’s gaze. Scar squirmed at the idea of Briar looking at what she’d fill up later, and then hesitated. “Daddy, I… I don’t get wet like you do.”
Briar pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I know, sweetness; I’ve got lube in my desk, never fear. Now, I think I said up on your tiptoes, did I not?”
“Yes, Daddy,” said Scar, and did as she was told.
“Good girl,” said Briar, and the words fixed something inside of Scar. She was so good at supporting everyone else, at being the Littles’ Liaison and a great friend, and she’d forgotten what it felt like to be praised for just being her. For following the simplest of instructions.
“Do you want me to tell you how many spanks you’re getting?”
“No thank you, Daddy,” she said. “Counting them off makes it feel like a punishment, and this isn’t a punishment.”
“No,” agreed Briar. “This is definitely not a punishment. This is a reward for my best girl, because you get to enjoy the sensation of being present in your body, because you want it and my girl gets what she wants, and because you made Daddy come so fucking hard.” And with that she brought her hand down hard on Scar’s ass.
It had been so long since Scar had been spanked, that the sound Briar’s hand made as it hit her, made her jump almost out of her skin. It forced a startled burst of laughter from her lips.
“You okay there, sweetness?”
“Yeah,” said Scar, filled with a bravado she hadn’t felt in quite some time. “I was just wondering if all your spanks are this gentle.”
“Gentle?! Oh you cheeky…” Briar brought her hand down significantly harder and the resulting crack made Scar oooof against the desk. “Is that hard enough for you?”
“Could be harder,” she retorted.
And after that Briar gave it everything she had, peppering Scar’s skin with spanks until Scar was almost writhing with every fall of the hand, that sweet spot where if she’d stood up, her head would have rolled.
A hand held her in place against the desk, cool on her back, the other hand—the spanking hand—running over her ass.
“You’ve gone a lovely shade of pink, Scarlet,” said Briar, amusement coloring her voice. “I wonder how pink I can get your tush.”
The laugh Scar gave was breathy. “It can definitely get pinker, for certain.”
Briar’s nails suddenly bit into her skin and she hissed at the pleasure-pain. “You want it pinker?”
“I want it ’til I don’t know my own name any more.”
The low chuckle that answered her was warm. “You really do like spanks.”
“I do. If you’re hand’s tired though, you could always use something else…”
“I could?”
“Well, I know you’ve got floggers in your cupboard.” Scar had seen them only the once, when Briar had opened her cupboard to get something, and seen a row of floggers hanging up, their tresses falling delicately against the wood.
“You didn’t opt in to floggers, sweetness,” said Briar, running her nails across Scar’s ass.
“I did opt into impact play; I kinda assumed that meant floggers.”
There was a pause as Briar considered that. “Okay, having read your application, that seems fair, but I’m not going to go heavy with you. We’ll use my lightest flogger, that okay?”
Scar felt a slight tinge of sadness, but Briar was right, she hadn’t explicitly said floggers, even though she’d meant them, and so using the lightest flogger was a good compromise. “Flog away, Daddy!”