Chapter 11

This kiss felt different.

There was something about it, something charged, that made Rachel sit up and pull back, looking at Isla quizzically. "I thought you wanted to take things slow."

Her Daddy blushed. "It's been a month since we started dating, and—if we're honest with ourselves—years of being in love. And seeing you here, creating your new home and space, I simply couldn't be prouder. I love you, babygirl, and I would like to make love to you, if you'd like to."

"Well then," said Rachel. "I guess it's just as well that you started by building my bed."

She stood up, her lunch abandoned on the table, and taking Isla by the hand, drew her into the bedroom.

They stood for a moment, slightly awkward, until Isla ran her fingers through Rachel's hair, fisting it in a tight hold that made Rachel gasp.

"Tell me, babygirl, what do you want Daddy to do with you?"

A myriad of ideas ran through Rach's head so fast that she almost felt dizzy. "The problem is," she whispered, moving so that her breasts were flush against Isla's chest, "that I want to do everything with you. So, please Daddy, you decide."

Isla swore then and, pulling Rach to her roughly, kissed her.

This wasn't like all the gentle kisses that had come before, this had bite—quite literally when Isla nipped Rachel's lower lip—and there was a savagery to it that had Rachel panting and gasping when they came up for air.

"Wow, Daddy," she said.

"You going to be a good girl for me?" asked Isla. "Are you going to take my fingers and my tongue, and come apart for me again and again, just like a good girl should?"

"Yes, Daddy," breathed Rachel, and she felt her pussy clench each time Isla said ‘good girl'. "Please, Daddy."

"Next time, you're going to ride my strap, but today you get to be pleasured like the princess you are." She sat down on the bed. "Are you going to undress for me, princess?"

Rachel nodded, every atom of her tingling, feeling more alive than she'd done in years. Slowly she raised trembling fingers to her first button, only to have Isla catch her hand and say tenderly, "If you don't want this?"

"I do!" she insisted. "Please, Daddy, let me. I promise I'll use traffic lights if I need to."

"You really are the best of girls," said Isla, and the tenderness in her eyes made Rachel almost want to cry. She'd never felt so truly loved before.

She fussed with the first button on her cardigan, relishing in how desire darkened Isla's eyes at her teasing, and then she popped it open. It had been a warm day, and Rach's breasts were small enough that she didn't have to bother with a bra. She knew when Isla realized that because of the sharp inbreath around button number three.

Usually, she was nervous, getting naked in front of someone for the first time. More of a ‘fling everything off quick and hide beneath the covers' kind of move. But here, with Isla, Rachel took her time.

The wonderment in Isla's eyes fed her, succubus-like, giving her strength and confidence, until she found herself playing peekaboo with the cardigan.

"Drop the cardigan, princess." Isla's voice was low, almost rumbly, and Rachel shivered and did as she was told.

"I'd take off my skirt," said Rachel, suddenly emboldened, "but I have a feeling that you'd like to flip it up over my arse and spank me. Am I wrong?"

"You're feeling very brave today," said Isla, her green eyes sparkling. "I suppose you're right. I shall have to just administer a spanking. Make sure you know exactly where that line is, and what the consequences are if you cross it."

"Try me," said Rachel, and she slipped a hand up underneath her skirt, and tugged down the lacy knickers she'd been wearing, the gusset wet with her juices. "Come on then, Daddy. Spank me if you dare."

Before she could even really register what was happening, Isla had stood up and spun her round until she was facing the back wall.

"Are you going to bend over for me, princess, or am I going to have to make you?"

"Make me," whispered Rachel.

"I can't hear you," said Isla. There was laughter in her voice, along with the singsong, and it resonated in Rachel's core. This was fun, this was joyful, this was them.

"Make. Me."

Isla growled then, a guttural sound that flooded Rachel's pussy, and then she bent Rach over in one fluid movement, flipping the skirt up simultaneously.

Cool air hit Rach's bottom before Isla did. In fact, nothing happened after that, just the two of them frozen in tableau.

Then, when Isla spoke, it was with a barely contained delight. "Beg me."

"Pardon, Daddy?"

"Beg me for your punishment, babygirl. Beg me to spank you."

Rachel swallowed. "And what happens if I don't?"

"If you don't?" She could hear the smile in Isla's voice. "If you don't beg me to spank you, you're going to stay exactly as you are, wet little pussy dripping for me, all exposed to my gaze. And I won't touch you, and you won't touch yourself."

Unbelievably, everything Isla was saying was happening. Rachel could feel herself getting wetter, could practically feel the heat of Isla's gaze upon her upturned tush.

"But, if you beg me, princess—" Isla leaned over, her shirt brushing Rachel's back and Rachel had to bite back a whimper— "if you beg me, I'll make you come until you can't remember your own name."

Fuck.

Rachel considered the merits of holding out, of letting the tension build and build and build, but then Isla bit her earlobe and she groaned. "Fine, Daddy. Fucking spank me."

"That doesn't sound like begging to me."

"Please, Daddy. Please spank me."

"Because?"

She swallowed, then suspense almost too much to bear. "Because I was cheeky, and cheeky princesses get spanks."

"Yes they do," said Daddy Isla, and her hand came down sharply on Rachel's arse.

The sound Rachel made was almost guttural and at any other time, with any other person, she'd have felt embarrassed. But today, here, she felt glorious. Free.

"That's it, babygirl, take Daddy's spanks."

They came down faster then, and Rachel felt each sting and each thud right in her core, even if Isla's aim never faltered from her cheeks. When the spanks became a flurry, she gave up any hope of holding back and let everything go, giving herself over entirely to the sensations.

At some point, as if form far away, she heard Isla say, "You green, babygirl?"

"Yes," she replied dreamily. "Green, green, green."

There was a laughter, and the volley of spanks paused, cool hands brushing over her arse cheeks gently. "Oh babygirl, you've gone all subspacey, haven't you?"

"Uh huh," Rachel murmured, "all subspacey for Daddy."

"Oh darling, onto your back now."

"Yes, Daddy."

She let Isla help her onto the bed, and roll her onto her back. Her arse stung dully, but she didn't mind it, couldn't think of anything other than Daddy Isla. Reaching up, she pulled the other woman down on top of her. "Kiss me," she pleaded.

Daddy Isla obliged, with gentle kisses than made Rachel's head spin. "My darling princess. Would you like Daddy to make you feel good now?'

Rachel nodded. "Yes please, Daddy."

Isla sat up, straddling Rach's hips, and in one fluid movement pulled her shirt up and over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra either, and her perky tits jiggled softly.

Rachel reached out, tweaking a nipple with one hand and giggling when Isla cursed.

"You cheeky thing, you."

"You like me cheeky," said Rachel.

"You're right, I do," said Isla, and she leaned down and kissed Rachel again, running her fingers up the inside of Rach's thighs.

The sensation sent her spinning again, the gentlest touch turning stronger, using more pressure as Isla's fingers grazed the top of Rach's legs, stroking the creases and the joins and ignoring the throbbing button sat at the center.

"You going to make me beg again?" asked Rachel.

"No," said Isla. "Not yet. You will beg for me to stop, though," and before Rachel could work out what she meant, she flicked Rach's clit.

Rachel felt that everywhere. In her nipples, her toes, even behind her knees. It was as if that touch had been a strum on the guitar that was her body, and now she was coming alive with music.

If she were a hill, Julie Andrews would be singing about her.

Isla was above her, tits brushing against hers, straddling one leg now, and quite possibly grinding on her thigh as she kissed Rachel.

"Can I…?" Her fingers danced until they were at Rach's entrance, and Rachel nodded.

"Please don't make me beg, Daddy."

"Oh my sweet girl."

And then she was full, one, two, three fingers pushing deep inside her, beckoning forward in a come-hither motion that had arching up into Isla's arms almost instantly.

"I'm going to come quickly," she gasped, stunned by the intensity of the sensations flooding her senses. "Daddy, I think I'm going to…"

"Come as much as you like," said Isla, and moved her thumb instantly across Rachel's clit and then Rachel was, she was coming. Mouth open wordlessly, a silent cry to the skies as her orgasm waterfalled through her body, stealing her breath, her words, and making her sight whiteout with the intensity of it.

And then she was floating down down, ready settle in Isla's arms.

"No, no," said Daddy Isla. "You've got more for me, babygirl. I can tell." And she added a fourth finger inside, moving hard and fast, and shifted so that instead of her thumb brushing against Rach's clit, it was Isla's tongue.

Isla sucked Rach's clit into her mouth and Rachel screamed. She screamed over and over, her pussy clenching around Isla's fingers, her clit throbbing under the pressure.

It was so much, too much almost, but Isla kept on, bringing Rachel back to peak after peak of pleasure until she tapped out on the bed feebly. "Red, Daddy, please, red."

Slowly withdrawing her hand, Isla kissed Rachel again with that tenderness that she'd come to associate with the other woman, and rolled Rachel until she was little spoon.

"You did amazing, babygirl," she said. "You came so prettily for Daddy. I love you, my darling."