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That had been frantic and sloppy. Unpaced and hurried.

But now, CJ took control from the start. And Poppy molded to her Daddy like she had been custom-designed to perfectly fit between the hard column holding her up and the hard body of her Daddy in front of her.

Poppy whimpered when CJ broke the kiss, already desperate for more.

CJ’s muscular thigh slid between Poppy’s shaky legs. This time, CJ was determined to show Poppy just how wanted she was. “Don’t worry, you needy, little thing. I won’t leave you hanging for long. Let’s go, Daddy’s going to show you just how she takes care of her favorite Little girl.”

Laughter filled the greenhouse as Poppy trailed behind CJ, her mind obviously feeling lighter despite the fact that they really hadn’t managed to solve much of anything. But CJ was honored that her Little trusted her Daddy not to steer her wrong, trusted that CJ would keep her safe, and perhaps most importantly of all, trusted CJ would always keep the promises she made.

CHAPTER 11

CJ

CJ couldn’t help but smile. The last thing she’d expected when she left Master Derek’s office to pick her Little up from class was for the turn of events that led her first to the greenhouse and now to where she stood in her suite, Poppy at her side.

CJ had news she needed to share with Poppy, news that could change the trajectory of their relationship. And she had been on her very way to share that very news with Poppy.

And although her Little had flung herself into CJ’s arms with enthusiastic vigor, she’d immediately known something was off with Poppy. It took all the strength she had in her body to take on Poppy’s problems before sharing news she was so eager to tell, but as it had been with relationships prior, CJ was always willing to focus on her partner before focusing on herself. Though this time, it didn’t feel like a sacrifice, and maybe that was what would make this newly developing relationship last.

Hell, she thought to herself, there would be plenty of time to share and bask in the good news later. Right now, Poppy wanted her, and CJ was not about to wait another minute.

“Green.”

CJ laughed in response to Poppy, the levity of the mood lightening. “You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?”

Poppy smiled, but it was hesitant. “I know you’re worried about me. That maybe you don’t fully trust that I know what I want. But trust me as much as I’ve learned to put my trust into you. You’re what I want. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of something in my entire life.”

Closing the distance between them, Poppy placed her hands on her Daddy’s strong chest. CJ knew she felt different than any of Poppy’s past partners. CJ was sculpted and firm, muscular and lean. But still, Poppy had to know her hands were on a woman. Knew that if she continued to trail her fingers lower, that she would feel the gentle swell of CJ’s small breasts. And from the way Poppy looked at her, CJ had no doubt that Poppy wanted that, wanted to feel CJ…allof CJ.

Poppy’s breath hitched as her hands slid lower. “I want to kiss you again. I want to touch your skin in places I’ve never touched before, taste you in places I’ve only dreamed about since meeting you.”

With near lightning speed, CJ’s hands closed around Poppy’s wrists. “Oh, kitten, you can have all that and more. But we’re going to go slow and take our time. You think you’re desperate for me? Well, I’m fucking hopeless when it comes to you. I can barely sleep at night, waiting until it’s a decent enough hour to wake you just to see your smiling face. I spend nearly every waking moment with you most days and yet Istilldream of you at night. You’re under my skin, in my head… you’re in the scent that clings to my clothes and the sounds of laughter that I hear in my mind when I think of you.”

Poppy’s eyes had gone wide, following CJ’s hands as they came to undo the pigtails that were high atop Poppy’s head. CJ lightly tugged at the tresses and loved the moan Poppy let slipfree. When her Little blushed and tried to hide her face from her Daddy, CJ wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t even think about it, Poppy. Look at me.”

“I-I’m nervous,” Poppy said on a stutter. “I know I shouldn’t be, but I am.”

Continuing to play with Poppy’s hair, CJ massaged her Little’s scalp with gentle strokes. “It’s you and me, sweetheart. We can do whatever you want to do—whatever you’re comfortable with. And if it turns out that what you are comfortable with is nothing more than what we’ve already done, that’s completely okay, too.”

Some of the tension seemed to leave Poppy’s body at that. Of course, she should know her Daddy would never force her to do anything she was unsure of. But still, it was a new experience and CJ understood new experiences could make even someone without anxiety suddenly anxious.

“I know that. And I trust you.”

CJ’s smile could have thawed whatever was left of the polar ice caps. Slowly, she dropped her hands from Poppy’s hair before dragging Poppy’s pink shirt up and over her head. Thanking her own ingenuity at making sure her Little girl never had on a bra when in Little space, CJ nearly had to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth as Poppy’s heavy, full breasts came into view. She stepped back, admiring Poppy in her partial state of undress. “Take off your leggings for me, Poppy.”

CJ wondered if the pure lust and desire she felt had anything to do with the fact that, without even a please from her Daddy, Poppy obliged. Perhaps it was seeing how her Daddy looked at her. It was heady and intoxicating to the Little and that was all good with CJ. She hoped Poppy was basking in the knowledge that someone was looking at her with such hunger.

“Yes, Daddy.” The words came easy, as they had since the first day. Still, they sounded different this time. The weight andseriousness of the moment thickened her voice as her pulse point in her throat kicked up even faster, a quicktap, tap, tapCJ would swear Poppy could feel in every cell of her body.

At first, CJ didn’t move. She didn’t speak or react, simply took in Poppy with a look of veneration often reserved for great paintings on Sistine ceilings in romantic cities around the world.

“I have been respectful since the day we started our dynamic. And though it has been short, it has been among the most torturous days of my life.”

Poppy’s eyes snapped to CJ’s in question, and her Daddy continued, “Every fucking day I wanted to look at you more than was appropriate. Every night when I put you in that giant bath, watching you enjoy the bubbles and warm water before slowly dragging that cloth over your body I wanted to touch you more than I ever had any right. I wanted to crawl into that tub with you. I wanted todevouryou.”

As if she wasn’t already soaked, wetness flooded the place between Poppy’s thighs where she had her legs tightly pressed together. “Do youstillwant to devour me?”

Instead of answering with words, CJ was on Poppy. Her long, slim fingers trailed over Poppy’s hot flesh only to be replaced by goosebumps as CJ traded fingers for hot breath before finally…finallyplacing her lips on Poppy’s skin.

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