Chapter Six
She felt Briar’s absence, as she walked away from the desk, over to the cupboard. Scar almost turned her head to watch her when a “Scarlet!” had her freezing in place.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Did I say you could move?”
“Oh, shit, no, Daddy. Sorry Daddy.”
“You’re totally fine, but part of the fun of a flogger is the anticipation.”
She sighed dramatically, and settled back into place.
The door to the cupboard opened, and she heard the quiet swish of the flogger’s tresses moving as Briar unhooked it from where it was hanging up. Then a soft snick as the door closed, and footsteps she could barely hear as Briar moved around.
“You move like a mouse,” she commented.
“It’s easier to sneak up on people that way,” said Briar. “A trait I’ve found very handy when dealing with naughty Littles.”
She was standing directly behind Scar now, and slowly let the tails of the flogger fall across Scar’s back.
“How does that feel? Do you like the material?”
It was… scratchy on one side, and smooth on the other, like someone had deliberately torn up the leather to create contrasting sensations.
“It feels great,” said Scar, eager for the flogging to start.
“Patience,” said her Daddy, “we’ve got no rush. Can you stretch out your arm for me, sweetness?”
Scar paused, and then cautiously did as she was asked.
“I’m going to bring this down softly, so you can feel the sensations and let me know if you’re agreeable.”
“I’m agreeable, Daddy,” said Scar immediately.
“Fucking brat.” Briar’s voice was warm. “Usually I’d have gotten out all my floggers and you could have told me which ones you did or didn’t want to play with, but for this first time, I’m being extra cautious.”
“Fiiiiiiiiine.” Scar fake-huffed, but grinned. “Go ahead.”
The fall of the flogger on her arm felt like coming home, and she let out a deep contented sigh before she even realized it.
“That good, huh?”
“That good.” Neither of them were laughing now, still in the moment.
“Ask me to flog you, Scarlet.”
“Please will you flog me, Daddy?”
And then Briar was turning her chin so she could kiss her deeply. “Of course I can, sweetness.”
The first fall of the tresses against her butt made her jump, but her hiss of pleasure echoed in the room. And the Briar began flogging Scar in earnest. Not particular hard—she had nothing to prove—but with steady swings that intensified as she continued.
The flogger fell and she laughed, joy pealing out of her, her delight brightening the room. Joy and a sensation of finally coming, that this was where she was always meant to be. And this was whom she was always meant to be with.
The flogger kept falling, and eventually, Scar stopped thinking.
Her brain just switched off, and all she could do was float. Float in the sensations that rooted her in her body, helped her feel all tingly and happy and almost drunk.
When Briar eventually let the flogger fall by her side, Scar’s protests were slurred.
“I think not, sweetness,” said Briar. “You are quite done.”
“But Daddy…”
“Scarlet Foster!”
That made Scar stop complaining instantly. She sighed, and wriggled her butt.
“That’s better. I’m going to take you over to the couch and then I’m going to make you feel so good.”
When she stood, Scar’s legs were wobbly, and she was grateful for Briar’s steady shoulders as her Daddy helped her to sit down. She lay stretched out on the couch, her ass tingling, and her clit throbbing and smiled lazily up at Briar. “Subspace is better than orgasms.”
“Wait ’til after I’ve made you come, pretty girl, and then reassess.”
That made her giggle, and she let Briar slip a cushion beneath her butt and another beneath her head.
“It’s at times like this, sweetness, that I’m very grateful for having a nice big couch.”
It was big, taking up the entire length of the office, and was even long enough for Scar to stretch out on and still have space for Briar to sit next to her.
Briar slicked her fingers with lube, and then ran them over Scar’s clit. She gasped and almost flinched away from the touch. Briar froze. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I don’t know your sensitivity and—”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” she reassured her. “I just… It’s been a while, and it feels so intensely good that it almost hurts. I feel achy.”
“Well, let’s see if we can alleviate some of that pressure for you,” said Briar, and used her thumb to circle Scar’s clit.
The resulting flash of pleasure almost made Scar’s vision whiteout; she hadn’t felt sensation this intense since she’d first gone on estrogen, although what Briar was doing felt significantly nicer than her nipples had back then.
She hissed through her teeth, but settled in against Briar’s hand, moving her hips to follow the thumb as it painted lazy shapes against her.
A slick finger nudged at her entrance and she looked up, startled. “Oh.”
“Good oh?” asked Briar. “You said you wanted me to fill you up.”
“Yes, good oh. And yes please, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” said Briar, and slid a finger inside her. It moved, back and forth, intensifying the throbbing in Scar’s clit until she closed her eyes, almost too overwhelmed by it all. “More?”
She nodded, too overcome to speak.
Briar leaned forward and kissed her, still stroking, and moving in and out. Her little finger—it must have been her little finger—nudged at Scar’s back entrance.
“Do you want to take me there?”
“Uh huh.”
“Come on, sweetness, use your words for Daddy.”
Scar glared at a grinning Briar from under hooded lids.
“You can do it, Scarlet, I believe in you.”
She almost flipped her off, but instead opened her eyes and said very clearly, “Please fingerfuck my ass, Daddy.”
Briar growled then, a sound that sent a shiver through Scar’s body, and pressed firmly until Scar opened for her, letting her inside.
For a small woman, Briar had big hands and long fingers that moved deep inside Scar, touching her everywhere she needed to be touched.
And when Briar’s little finger pressed up against her prostate, she swore.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
This time, Briar didn’t need a translation, she pressed deeper and moved until Scar was floating again, fleeing the pressure that threatened to take her over completely.
“Are you going to come for Daddy?”
She blinked her eyes open, trying not to moan, and nodded.
“Yeah? Come on sweetness, let go for me. I’ve got you Scarlet.”
And she did, and she cried as she came.