Page 10 of Poppy's Place

She chuckled softly. “Why does every Daddy worry so much about mealtimes? Clearly, I’m not starving.” She poked at herthigh. “I get plenty of calories just…usually all of them are between six and midnight.”

I gripped her hand, and as soon as I was stopped at a traffic light, I turned and caught her eye. “Just because the outside of your body is perfect and healthy doesn’t mean the inside is perfectly healthy. If you’re my girl, I’ll expect you to adhere to rules about healthy eating.”

She scowled, and her lower lip popped out. “How healthy are we talking, because I eat a vegetable with dinner every night, but giving up french fries or muffins would be a hard limit for me.”

The teasing glimmer in her eyes made me smile and shake my head. “I’d never ask you to give up things that you love, but balancing out the times that you eat and making a tiny bit of effort to throw in something green at lunch would make me very happy.”

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and blew it out slowly. “Okay, that sounds fair and…I would like to make you happy.”

With that simple statement, I knew I was a goner. Poppy had me at her first slip of Daddy, and if she wanted to give up vegetables for the rest of her life, I’d have no choice but to let her. I just couldn’t say no to those big green eyes.

The restaurant I chose was high-end comfort food. Something for everyone and the best baked lobster mac & cheese around. The chef was a friend of mine, so if Poppy had any allergies or food preferences, I knew he’d be willing to accommodate her requests.

But she quickly flipped through the menu and honed in on the sides section. She then closed her menu and looked up at mewith those big eyes. “Are there any rules I need to follow for dinner?”

“No, beautiful. Order whatever you’d like. We’ll discuss rules if you agree to be my Little girl.”

She sucked in a breath and nodded as she glanced back through the menu. “Then I’d like a side of the lobster mac and cheese and the braised beef pops.” She looked up at me and seemed to be debating something internally before she spoke. “Would you share the Brussels sprouts if I ordered those too?”

“I’d love to. They’re delicious here.”

She closed her menu and put it to the side. “Thank you.”

Someone was on her best behavior. “What would you like to drink?”

She thought about it for a minute and then smiled. “A glass of bubbles, please.”

“Prosecco or Champagne?”

“Prosecco. Something sweet.”

When our server came, I ordered for both of us and added a bottle of Prosecco. I didn’t usually drink it, but it felt like a good night to celebrate.

Chapter 9

Poppy

My dinner was yummy, and Daddy Carter even ate most of the Brussels sprouts, so I only had to have a few. That was good because I wasn’t so hungry after I started thinking about showing him my playroom. He was so interested in asking me questions that I started to get even more excited. And not just happy excited but also…aroused excited.

I could feel that my panties were wet, and no amount of squirming and squeezing my thighs together satisfied the urges that were building up inside me.

“Did you save room for dessert, beautiful?”

I didn’t even notice that the server had handed him a dessert menu while I was busy thinking about how much I wanted to touch myself…and him. Or have him touch me. Ugh. I needed to stop thinking that way, at least until I got back home. “I’m okay to just go back.”

He cocked his head and put the menu on the side of the table with his credit card sitting on top, indicating to the server that he was ready to pay. “Is everything okay?”

I inhaled deeply and nodded at the same time. “Yes.”

That darn eyebrow popped up, and his eyes narrowed. “Try again, beautiful. This time, honestly.”

“I am just a little…um, excited to show you the playroom. And maybe my bedroom.”

Daddy grinned and clasped his hands together on the table. “I’m excited for that too. Are you sure you’re ready for that tonight?”

All sexy thoughts disappeared, and I panicked. “Oh? Is it too soon? Am I being a slut? Sorry, maybe it’s too soon. Do you think I’m a slut?”

“No, sweet girl.” He held out his hand and let his open palm rest right in front of me. I dropped my hand into his and took a deep breath as he gave me a squeeze. “I’d very much like to see everything you’d like to share with me, but if that’s the direction you’re thinking this night will go, we should probably talk about some stuff before we get to the playroom.”

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