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“I like when you call me beautiful.” Poppy said it quietly, almost as if she were suddenly shy despite the fact that she was lying naked in bed next to her Daddy. Despite the fact that, for almost two weeks, the other woman had bathed her and dressed her, had seen her first thing in the morning and last thing at night before they fell asleep.

A wicked grin spread across CJ’s face. “Oh yeah, kitten? Just wait until I show you how beautiful you are with my mouth.”

Poppy giggled at the line and CJ took that as her green light to continue. CJ slid one hand through Poppy’s hair, down her neck and over her delicate collarbone.

The laughing evaporated as Poppy sucked in a breath.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Complying with the demand, Poppy situated herself flat on the mattress, her head on a downy-soft pillow she desperately wanted to steal and take back to her dorm at the end of the break. Her blonde hair spread out around her in a tangled haloand CJ thought she looked even more like an angel than ever before. With labored breaths, her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. And the entire time, CJ simply watched.

Poppy

When Poppy was situated, CJ crawled back across her torso, straddling Poppy’s thick hips with her own muscular thighs as she had just a few minutes prior while clothed. CJ set her hands on the place where Poppy’s ribcage stopped and even that small movement was enough to make Poppy whimper.

CJ had been right when she said Poppy’s past partners hadn’t been kind to her. But there was yet another difference between her time with CJ and her past relationships.

Poppy hadn’t been a virgin when she arrived at Rawhide Ranch, but her experience was limited. Still, with how limited it had been, she knew that she had never felt like this before. There had never been the overwhelming need to consume another human like there was with CJ. She had never experienced raw need—wanting to touch CJ for fear that she would spontaneously combust if she didn’t. Wanting CJ to touch her for the same reason. She was wet and dripping and they had barely begun to explore one another.

She gave CJ a nod and for once, her Daddy didn’t ask her to use her words.

Poppy didn’t know if it was because in the bedroom they were equals or because CJ was too excited for the main event. Honestly, she didn’t care because she wanted it too. Badly enough that her entire body trembled with anticipation. They could talk and figure out the intricacies of their changingrelationship later. Right now, it was Poppy and CJ—two women with a desire and need to consume.

Deft fingers ran over Poppy’s bare skin. Over her sides, across deep-set stretch marks, and across her belly. They trailed featherlight paths over her breasts, and if she thought her nipples had already been hard, they were nothing compared to the aching points that were now begging to be touched, to be licked and sucked.

And when CJ leaned down, her lips finally closing over one of Poppy’s sensitive nipples, Poppy was sure she saw God herself.

Neither woman could keep track after that first taste. Hands roamed, tongues licked the salty, sweaty flesh of necks and breasts and stomachs. And after what felt like hours of explorations, when CJ settled between Poppy’s beautifully thick and dimpled thighs and licked Poppy with one smooth, long motion up her wet, molten-hot center, it was nearly enough to push Poppy over the edge.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.

Taken care of, sure. But this went beyond any simple dynamic between a caring Daddy and her often gregarious Little. This was adoration,worship. A ritual too sacred to be rushed and too esteemed to be done with anything but the utmost of care.

Two fingers slid inside of Poppy with ease, her wetness nearly embarrassing her until CJ looked up at her with an almost feral look in her nearly black eyes. “I could drink you, Poppy. You taste so damn good, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

Poppy whined, her forehead creasing in a combination of wanting to hold off from coming for as long as she could while careening closer to not being able to hold back from the orgasm barreling toward her at full speed. “You feel so good, CJ. I love the way you feel inside of me.”

CJ

“It’s all for you, sweetheart.” CJ slid her fingers out, almost all the way, before pumping back into Poppy’s pussy. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the first day I walked into this Ranch. I never thought I’d get to have this, haveyou.” Her mouth descended once again, finding a rhythm of gentle licks and sucks, of nibbles and bites that seemed to drive Poppy wild. CJ sucked on the skin of Poppy’s thighs, leaving marks behind that would certainly still be visible come tomorrow.

And when Poppy bucked up to meet CJ’s face, fucking her Daddy’s tongue and fingers in needy, wanton thrusts while one of her hands tugged on CJ’s short hair, CJ smiled the best she could, knowing that just like the poppy flowers inked into the skin of her chest and the poppies that still bloomed each year on a farm she no longer visited, that she’d never get enough of this flower, either.

She might not have been thinking about or looking for love when she came to Rawhide Ranch, and CJ certainly didn’t believe in magic no matter how many times people around her spoke of the Ranch’s special magical powers of bringing people together. But somehow, over their short time together, she had gone ahead and done just that, succumbing to the magic that must have actually existed behind the gates of this special place and falling in love.

CJ Winters was in love with Poppy Miller, and she was determined to keep her Little in her life, for as long as Poppy would allow it.

CHAPTER 12

Poppy

Poppy had no idea what she had done in a past life that led her to waking up tangled in the arms of a beautiful woman who was also a Daddy.

HerDaddy.

She smiled sleepily, aware of a slight soreness between her legs that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. While she might have originally been apprehensive about a Caregiver dynamic when Master Derek brought it up, she now saw the merits of having someone who looked out for her and helped her to thrive instead of always putting their own needs first. Poppy finally knew what it meant to have someone who had your back and it was something beyond her wildest dreams.

The fact that the woman who was first assigned as her Caregiver out of nothing but a curious necessity had turned out to be so much more wasn’t lost on Poppy. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if maybe it was actually Master Derek’s goal to bring the two women together from the very beginning. He hada knack for doing just that, but Poppy had never seen it in action for herself until now.

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