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Yes, she needed rules and structure and CJ could give Poppy that. But damn, did she wish she could give the other woman more, too.

Leaving the nipple she had begun to taunt with her fingers, CJ’s hand reached out to uncap the lube. She drizzled a generous amount over the toy before recapping the bottle.

She thought of Poppy, crying on the floor outside the door of their suite. How beautiful she’d looked, even with fat tears tracking down her round face. She thought of how the blonde had closed her eyes and looked away when she admitted she never had a Dominant before… never a Caregiver to help hermanage that overactive brain of hers that she yearned to turn off. Poppy confided that she wished she could hand over all control, that she wanted someone to make almost all of her decisions even if just for a short time. To give her a break from the perfection she was always chasing and always falling short at grasping.

Rolling to her stomach, CJ slid on top of the silicone pad, spreading the lube over the toy with her vulva. She reached out to steady herself on the headboard, groaning as she pictured Poppy’s beautiful body strung up using the various rings, loops, and holes built into the wooden furniture throughout the room.

Already, she was so close.

Briefly, she thought that she shouldn’t. That getting herself off to the thought of her platonic Little who agreed to things like being bathed by CJ and being dressed by CJ but not to things like being touched sexually or romantically by CJ was wrong.

But who was she kidding? She was already in over her head.

In more ways than one.

With her weight evenly placed against the headboard for leverage, she slid against the bubbled texture of the grinder, moaning as it brushed against her sensitive clit.

Her breath picked up as she rode the toy that had been tightly strapped to the pillow, wishing and dreaming andyearningfor it to be a pretty blonde with luscious curves she was riding instead.

CJ wasn’t picky.

Actually, that wasn’t true as she was extremely picky when it came to women. After her last relationship, she was guarded. She’d sworn she wouldn’t date for a very long time—maybe ever again. Yet one day, with the big, hopeful green eyes of Poppy Miller combined with being surrounded by the magic of the Ranch, CJ was ready to tear the heart out of her chest to hand to the other woman on a silver platter.

What she wasn’t picky about was how she got off.

She’d take her orgasms however she could.

Against the tongue of her lover as they panted for breath beneath her body. As she rode their thigh in a dark corner of a club, chasing bliss that burst behind her eyes like fireworks on the Fourth of July as people danced just a short distance away. Occasionally bent over a plush bed as her partner fucked her from behind with fingers, or their tongue, or a strap.

But it had been months since she last had a body beneath her and, with Poppy wanting to keep their dynamic platonic, it would be at least a few more weeks until she had the opportunity to touch anyone other than herself.

Still, CJ was nothing if not a woman with needs and right now sheneededto get off.

Again and again, she pulled herself over the toy. Slow and then fast, soft and then hard. Grinding needily against it as she chased a high only an orgasm could sate.

And the entire time, she thought of the woman sleeping just across the suite. The woman she longed to taste on her tongue like the finest of champagne. To see if her lips were as sweet as the fresh, spring berries she smelled like.

She dreamed of spanking Poppy’s ass with her palm, taking the woman over her knee without the barrier of pants or panties. She yearned to dress Poppy up, to see her in frilly skirts and cute, tiny tops as her Little girl.

Just this once, CJ thought to herself, continuing to chase her release. Just this one time would she allow herself to use the thoughts of her Little girl the way she yearned to have her. Dependent on CJ but not despondent. Open and willing for CJ but of her own accord and not because it was something Poppy thought she had to do to keep her partner happy.

CJ’s cunt was so wet she could feel it leaking over the toy, certainly making a mess of the pillow beneath it.

“Fuck it,” she said to the empty room. CJ had enough money saved, she could certainly afford to replace one measly hotel pillow.

One of her hands dropped from the bed, toying with a small button on the side of the toy. It buzzed to life, vibrations pulsing through it as CJ panted and groaned and grinded.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to remind herself to take in air. Sweat beaded on her skin despite the cold weather happening just a few feet away, and her short hair fell into her face damp and unkempt. She moaned into the silent room, wishing she could scream her release into the crease of Poppy’s neck instead.

And when she came on a mutteredfuckand collapsed on the mattress, the toy still buzzing against her pussy as the aftershocks worked through her from head to toe, CJ Winters knew just how utterly fucked she truly was when it came to Poppy Miller.

CHAPTER 6

Poppy

The days seemed to blur together as CJ and Poppy settled into a routine. They eased into their dynamic, CJ allowing Poppy to fully discover what she liked and disliked about being Little.

On their first full day together, CJ and Poppy took a tour of the Littles’ Wing. In her three years on the Ranch, Poppy had only been in the Littles’ Wing on a few occasions when she was running errands as part of her conditions for receiving her scholarship to the university portion of Rawhide Ranch. And while she had briefly studied that wing of the Ranch with a cautious curiosity on multiple occasions as she made her deliveries throughout the expansive Ranch property, she had been excited to finally get to spend some more time observing the different areas within the wing and all the various programs offered.

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