Chapter 22

Clearing up did not take as long as anyone had expected. Once the market closed its doors to the public, Cat bought a round of drinks—alcoholic and otherwise—for all who remained, and Rachel was pleased to see that there was socializing happening alongside packing up.

Tel highlighted that the space wasn't being used that evening, and suggested that if people wanted, they would be able to chill out in the café until it closed in a few hours.

Most of the vendors joined them, though it looked like Bri was going to take Susie home early. But Daniel and Mossie stayed, and a handful of the security guards as well. It all felt very jolly.

Nevertheless, in between discussions about how much stock to bring to market, and which website made the most ethical porn, Rachel found her gaze always landing upon Isla.

Despite the fact that she'd clearly been overwhelmed during the day, her girlfriend was doing her best. A bit more relaxed now, Isla was chatting away with Emma, but her smile seemed always reserved for Rachel. Every time their eyes met, Isla gave this lovely half-smile, where the corners of her eyes crinkled up, and Rachel decided that they most definitely weren't staying out late.

She needed her girlfriend to do her.

Thoroughly.

She gave up on waiting for everyone to tire out and begin leaving, and strode over, offering her hand to Isla.

"Hey babygirl. You okay?"

"I'm good." She smiled at Emma, but her focus was saved for Isla. "Take me home?"

Isla's features sharpened immediately. "Take you h—right you are, babygirl." She stood quickly, nodding a goodbye to Emma. "We're off."

Emma laughed. "I can see. Thanks so much for organizing this Rachel; I'm really looking to next month's."

"Me too!" said Rachel, and after saying their goodbyes, they managed to make their escape.

Cat was taking all the market stuff back to her place, so Rachel and Isla just had themselves and the discreet bag to get home. They opted for the bus, and Rachel bound up the stairs to the top deck, letting all the excitement of the day fizz through her and out into the open.

"Where are you going?" asked Isla, but Rachel could hear the excitement in her voice too.

"We're going to sit at the back of the bus," said Rachel. "And neck like teenagers."

"I'm not making out on the bus," said Isla, mock horror in her voice.

But Rach turned wide, pleading eyes upon her girlfriend as they sat down, and Isla said "Oh, fuck it," and grabbed her.

Her hand caught the nape of Rachel's neck, scruffing her very slightly, and pulling her close until their mouths met in a clash of tongues and teeth. Rachel bit back a moan, because this was most certainly not an appropriate kiss for on the bus.

"Daddy," she whispered. "We should…"

"What, babygirl? What should we do? Should we stop?" Isla's voice was low, almost a growl. So quiet that Rachel had to lean in to hear. "Because you're getting Daddy wet, being all hot and eager like this."

Rachel squeaked.

"You like getting Daddy wet, don't you darling?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed.

"Are you wet, babygirl?"

Rachel pressed her thighs together and wriggled. She was most definitely wet.

"I'm going to fill you up, darling, as soon as we get inside. I'm going to fill you with my fingers, and then my strap, and you're going to come so prettily for me, aren't you?"

"Fuck yes, Daddy," was the answer.

Isla pressed the button for their stop, and stood up, all composed. Rachel, on the other hand, felt completely disheveled. Physically and emotionally.

"After you, babygirl."

She tripped down the stairs, smiling her thank you at the driver, and then out onto the pavement, the fresh air hitting her all at once.

Isla stepped off behind her, standing ever so slightly too close. Anyone watching wouldn't have noticed a thing, but Rachel could feel the heat radiating off her girlfriend, and couldn't wait a moment longer.

They practically ran across the road to Rachel's front door, and Rach fumbled with the keys, even dropping them, before Isla took them from her and pushed it open.

The moment it closed behind them, Isla walked her up against the wall, kissing her desperately. They didn't wait for anything, not even to get into the bedroom. Isla was hitching up Rachel's skirt, grasping at her knickers and ripping the gusset free so that she could sink her fingers inside.

Rach could hear how wet she was, and how turned on. It was as if she were possessed, no longer in control of her body, of her voice, as she made noises that she'd never heard herself make before.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she begged. "Please, I need you."

"I need you too, babygirl," gasped Isla, deftly undoing the top of her trousers with a flick of her fingers. How she was able to do that and keep fingerfucking Rachel, Rach didn't know, but she wasn't complaining.

"Here, babygirl," Isla said, and she guided Rachel's fingers so that they could slip beneath the fabric.

Isla was slick, her boxers sodden with desire, her clit hard. Rachel barely had to nudge at her opening before her fingers slid into that hot, wet heat. Fuck, she felt amazing.

Isla rested her head on the wall, and her breath heated Rachel's skin. "Oh babygirl, you know how to make Daddy feel so fucking good."

Curling her fingers, Rach stroked forward, higher until Isla made a little noise that meant that she'd hit the g-spot. "There?"

"Fuck yes, just there."

She kept stroking as Isla moved her own fingers harder and faster beneath Rach's skirt.

"I'm going to take you right to the edge, princess. Tell me when you're there." Isla's breath was coming in short gasps now, and as Rach began to kiss her neck, she felt her Daddy begin to tremble.

"Are you going to come for me, Daddy?" she asked, her own voice breathy. "Please come for me."

Isla swore, and her pussy was spasming about Rachel's fingers and Rachel was close, oh so close, almost there… And then Isla slumped against the wall, and withdrew her fingers.

"Not yet, babygirl. I want you coming on my strap."