The Princess's Bride (5 page)

Daisy bit her bottom lip in consideration. "You may have a point there. But this isn't your way of getting me naked?"

Chelsey knelt and crossed her heart with her finger. "I promise my intentions are pure.

How about I undress also? We can keep our chemises on." She unlaced the front of her bodice and tugged down her dress.

Chelsey stood, and with one last tug, her dress dropped to the floor. She turned her back, peeking over her shoulder at Daisy. "Can you unlace my corset?"

Daisy stood and untied the well-worn ribbons in the back. When it was loosened, she opened the contraption and kissed Chelsey's back, smoothing her hands up and down her arms.

She watched as Chelsey let go of her corset before turning around to face her. It was as if Chelsey knew Daisy had to look at her, for she stood there, her arms at her sides, as Daisy simply watched. Her lover’s chemise barely covered the top of her thighs, and it allowed Daisy to see that Chelsey wasn't wearing any drawers. As she followed the silky expanse of smooth skin down, she noticed that a few of Chelsey's dark pussy curls peeked out from under the hem.

When Daisy glanced back up, she watched, transfixed, as Chelsey's arm strap slid down, slowly uncovering her right nipple. Daisy circled the dark nub with her middle finger and watched it become hard. Chelsey remained silent as Daisy pushed down her other strap so that both her breasts were exposed.

"Chelsey, your bosom is beautiful." She glanced up for permission, and when Chelsey nodded, she cupped her hands around Chelsey's breasts and squeezed, tugging and pulling gently. She stopped when Chelsey's hands came over hers.

"I think we should get you out of your dress before you faint from the heat. You are very flushed."

Daisy almost corrected her. She was flushed, not because of the heat, but because of the ardor she felt. She ached to touch and kiss Chelsey, and to have Chelsey do the same to her. But she remained silent and turned around, allowing Chelsey to undo the back of her dress. As she reached the last section, Daisy pulled her arms out, and her dress fell on the hay-covered floor.

Chelsey placed a kiss in between Daisy's shoulders and tugged the hem of her chemise upward.

"What are you doing?" Daisy moaned and leaned back as Chelsey untied her drawers.

They fell in a puddle at her feet.

"I want to make sure you aren't overheated in any other areas." Chelsey pressed her mouth against Daisy's ear and bit down on her side of the neck. She trembled as Chelsey combed through her pussy curls that now lay revealed.

She peeked down at Chelsey's hand, sifting through her glistening hair, and moved her hand to join with hers. She stood in Chelsey's intimate embrace, allowing her to pet that very special and secret place no other person had ever touched.

"Let's sit down on the blanket." Chelsey placed another kiss on Daisy's shoulder and sat.

Daisy followed and pulled her legs under her, making certain her lap was covered. Chelsey didn't seem to mind, and as she rooted through the basket, she spread her legs out. Daisy could see Chelsey's enlarged nether lips. She was overcome with need to place her mouth upon them.

"I see we have a few strawberry tarts made fresh this morning and one of those naughty little books you do love to read." Chelsey lifted out two tarts wrapped in wax paper and laid them down on the blanket. She also brought out the book, lifted an eyebrow in Daisy's direction and set it off to the side.

Daisy grabbed one of the tarts, and as Chelsey went for hers, Daisy pulled it away.

"I believe you should lie down and allow me to feed you." Daisy held up the tart and smiled.

Chelsey rested on her elbows and spread her legs apart. Daisy swallowed very noticeably, and Chelsey's head fell back as she burst into laughter.

"Chelsey—"

"Fine, princess. We will do it your way. But when you are done feeding me, I will feed you."

Daisy beamed again and tapped Chelsey's foot with her finger. "Please lay back and close your eyes."

Chelsey lifted an eyebrow, but she did what Daisy had requested. She folded her hands on her stomach, crossed her ankles and waited.

When the flaky crust touched her lips, she opened her mouth and Daisy slid in the juicy, dripping dessert.

Chelsey chewed slowly and licked her lips. "So tasty."

Daisy watched her lover’s lips move, but as she bent to give Chelsey another piece, she placed her own lips there instead. Daisy licked Chelsey's lips and moaned at the pungent smell of strawberries.

Chelsey opened her eyes and held Daisy by her chin. She nibbled over her lips and moved her hand down until she reached Daisy's ass and squeezed. Daisy gasped and released Chelsey's mouth. She watched Chelsey's face and moaned as her ass cheeks were fondled. When Chelsey laid her palm against her cheek, Daisy fed her another piece of the tart and kissed her.

Daisy continued to feed Chelsey the tart while Chelsey flicked her fingers around Daisy's dripping clit.

"That feels so good." Daisy moaned loudly and accidentally crumbled the half eaten tart in her hand.

"Daisy, you—"

Daisy pulled down the front of Chelsey's chemise and suckled on a nipple, pulling it taunt with her teeth. Chelsey exhaled and hid her face in the strands of Daisy's hair that had fallen out of the pins.

"Daisy, suck harder," Chelsey ordered and gave Daisy a light slap on her ass.

Daisy released Chelsey's nipple and licked one breast, then the other. She wiped her tart-covered hand over Chelsey's breasts and ate off the crumbled sweet.

"Do you like this?" Daisy asked, lifting her head. She reached under Chelsey's chemise and dug her thumbs into the outer edge of Chelsey's cunt lips.

"You know I do." Chelsey panted and looked at her in lust. "But I want to pleasure you."

"Oh no, Chelsey. This is my turn to show you how much you mean to me." Daisy lifted Chelsey's chemise up until it covered her face. Chelsey panted against the fabric.

"Kiss my cunt, Daisy, like you did with my breasts."

Daisy rested her hand on Chelsey's stomach. Chelsey opened her legs as wide as they could go until she felt Daisy's hot breath fanning over her nether lips.

"Yes, dearest Chelsey, I would love nothing more. I want to drink the strawberries covered in your cream."

Chelsey yelped when she felt the warm, crumbling tart on top of her mound. She peered over her chemise and looked on in disbelief as Daisy slowly nudged the dessert into her entrance.

"Daisy, I lo—"

"
WHAT IN ALL THAT IS HOLY IS GOING ON HERE
?"

Daisy sat up and covered her mouth in shock. Her father stood in the front of the stall tapping a riding crop against his leg. His face was beet red and his mouth was gaping wide at the sight of them.

"Papa!" Daisy stood on trembling legs and crossed her arms over her chest.

Conrad stomped into the stall. His whole body shook and Daisy took a step back in fear.

"Father—"

"You slut!" He shouted, and the back of his hand slapped her across her cheek. Daisy cried out and stumbled to the floor. She laid her palm over her stinging cheek, staring up at her father in shock. Her lips trembled, and tears filled her eyes.

"Get dressed now!" Spittle covered his mouth and dripped down his chin as he pointed at her.

He turned to Chelsey, who took her time dressing. She stood and pulled on her dress, moving to comfort Daisy, but he blocked her.

"I knew something unhealthy was going on between you and my daughter. And then I found this disgusting note." Conrad pulled out the wrinkled paper from his jacket and threw it on the floor. "Don't think I haven't noticed the lustful looks you have been giving her!" He jabbed her in the chest with his riding crop.

Daisy covered her mouth and grabbed her dress, searching for the note she thought she had hidden well in her pocket.

Chelsey gave Daisy a frightened glance and slowly backed way. "You don’t understand, my lord—"

"Silence, you temptress! How dare you stand here before me, making excuses. Have you no shame, you jezebel? What type of person are you that you would corrupt my innocent daughter with your unnatural urges?"

"Papa no! Please, I can explain." Daisy strode over to her father and grabbed him by his arm. Conrad lifted his hand to hit her again when Chelsey pushed him hard in the chest.

"Stop it!" Chelsey shouted.

Conrad pushed Daisy back with his elbow and slapped Chelsey across the face. She stumbled to her knees, and Daisy cried out as Conrad hit Chelsey across the face with his crop.

"Whore. Devil's bride!" he spit at Chelsey as she covered her face and rolled into a ball, sobbing silently.

"Father, you’re hurting her." Daisy ran over to Chelsey. Conrad grabbed Daisy by her hair and pulled her back.

Chelsey lay there, crying, as Daisy fought against her father's tight grip on her hair.

"You will never see my daughter ever again. You and your mother are finished here. She is just as responsible and should be punished for creating a spawn from hell like you." Conrad went to kick her with his boot. She moved away until she was backed into a corner. She wrapped her arms around her knees, and her hair covered her bleeding face.

"Chelsey! Papa, let me go!" Daisy pleaded as Conrad pulled her out by her hair in only her chemise.

"No daughter of mine will engage in such perverted fornication." Conrad dug his fingers into her arm. As she struggled, he lifted her up and slung her entire body over his shoulder.

"Chelsey!" Daisy held out her arms as her father carried her away. Her screams echoed out of the barn as she called for her lover, who sat bleeding in the corner of the stall, where only a few moments ago both had been so happy.

"Daisy," Chelsey moaned and wiped away the tears from her stinging face, pierced with a deep cut from the riding crop. She looked at her bloody palms and licked her split lip. Her hands trembled, and when she stood, she fell back down in a heap onto the hay.

"Daisy… Daisy." She watched the wine slowly drip out of the overturned bottle.

A fly buzzed over one of the ruined tarts that lay crushed on the blanket. As the scent of strawberries drifted over to Chelsey, she gagged and vomited on her hands and knees, sick over losing Daisy and afraid of her unknown future.

Daisy's bedroom window rattled from the wind as she lay sobbing on her bed, smothering her cries with a pillow. It was after midnight, and the entire household was asleep.

"Chelsey," she moaned and bit down on the side of her hand. Earlier in the evening, after her father had locked her in her room, he had heard her crying. He pounded on the door, threatening to give her a beating if she didn't stop.

Now she lay in misery, suffering from a bruised cheek and arm, as well as a stinging head from where her father had pulled her hair. She had watched from her bedroom window as her father forced Wilda to leave. Chelsey had never come back to the house. A few stable hands and fieldworkers stood watch outside and had been told to use firearms if she dared to set foot on the property.

She shook in fear.
How dare they treat Chelsey as if she was a criminal! She could be
shot and killed
. "This is all my fault." Daisy wiped her face and rolled onto her back, watching the shadows from a nearby tree played across her ceiling. If only she had been more careful with the note Chelsey had written her. Then she would not be in this horrible situation and their relationship would still be a secret.

But now it was all for naught. Chelsey was gone… forever.

Daisy rolled to her side and cried in earnest again, when she heard a slight tapping on her window. She looked up and wiped her swollen eyes. Chelsey stood on the outside ledge, hitting the window with her fist.

Daisy gasped, climbed out her bed and unlatched her window. It swung open from the force of the wind. She took hold of Chelsey's arm as she held onto the trellis leading up the side of the house.

"How were you able to climb up here without my father's men seeing you?" Daisy enquired as she helped her climb into the room.

"Easy. They are all sleeping," Chelsey responded and hopped inside. Daisy shut the window and grabbed Chelsey by the arms.

Chelsey wrapped her hands in Daisy's hair and gave her a wild kiss.

Both women kissed with tongues and teeth. They only separated when they needed air.

"Chelsey…" Daisy lifted a trembling hand up to Chelsey's face. The side of her face had a deep gash and her bottom lip was cut.

Chelsey wrapped her arms around Daisy and rocked her as she cried into the crook of her neck. "Shh, Daisy. It will be fine. Hush, you will make yourself sick."

Daisy sniffed and looked back up at Chelsey. "Your poor face. Does it hurt much?"

Chelsey smiled, but then flinched and poked her lip. "Only a little. It's much worse than it looks. I made sure it was clean. It should heal soon.

"Where have you been? I’ve been sick with worry." Daisy reached out to touch Chelsey's sore cheek.

"I went to stay with a friend of my mum's in town." Chelsey took hold of Daisy's hand and kissed her palm. "She cleaned me up a bit and gave me something to ease the pain. Mum and I are staying there for the night."

"How is Wilda? I watched while she left. I wish I could have done something, b-but father locked me in my room." A tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Chelsey gritted her teeth and wiped away the tear. "Mum cried herself to sleep."

Daisy's mouth trembled. "You must hate me." She wrapped her arms around her waist and looked down at the floor, still reeling at the turn of events that had occurred over past few hours.

"Not at all, princess. It is your father I despise," Chelsey spat out.

"I hate him!" Daisy said vehemently.

Chelsey lifted Daisy's chin. "‘Hate’ is such a strong word. He is your papa and is only doing what he thinks is best."

"But—" Chelsey pressed her lips to Daisy's before she could finish that statement.