Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The closer they got to the hotel room the more aroused Lottie felt. It had been an emotionally turbulent day and her Little was on lockdown, hiding so well that Lottie could barely feel her deep in her chest.
But her adult side, the one that wanted to strip Travis naked and rub herself all over him, was fully active and demanding attention.
She just wondered what he would think of her if she did.
She was so lost in thought that she walked right past the room she and Tilly would be sharing for the next two nights since Carri had made it clear she would be staying with Rooker for the rest of the weekend.
She stopped after walking several steps and Travis did not keep up, but stopped and did not release her hand.
Turning to frown at him, she then noticed the number on the door he stood in front of. “Oh, sorry.”
“Want to tell Daddy what you’re so deep in thought about?” Travis asked as she backtracked and swiped her keycard.
She didn’t answer until they were inside the room with the door closed. Looking across the room instead of at the man beside her, Lottie asked, “Will you think I’m a slut if I want to … to have sex with you instead of being Little tonight?”
She grew more and more tense with every second he did not answer. She did not fight him when his hands rested on her shoulders and he turned her to face him. She stared at the middle of his chest for fear of what she might read in his eyes
“Lottie, look at me,” he said softly.
It took a few seconds, but slowly she raised her gaze to meet his.
“I would never think of you like that. Mainly because I’m feeling the same sort of intense attraction. Would you think of me that way if I begged to share my body with you?”
Lottie took a deep breath and when she exhaled everything in her relaxed. “No, Daddy, but it’s different for men.”
Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around Travis’s neck and tried to pull him down for a kiss. But he did not bend to her will as he stared deeper into her eyes.
Then his lips lifted in a smirk. “Who’s in charge, Lottie-love?”
Before Lottie could give him the snarky response on the tip of her tongue, he answered his own question. “Daddy’s in charge, isn’t he?”
That changed her reply, but not the snarky tone even as her face grew warm with embarrassment at being so forward.
“Only if he thinks we should get naked and have sex immediately, if not sooner.”
Travis looked stunned at her comment before he threw his head back and laughed.
“While that is an excellent idea, I think we should eat first. Reheated fries just aren’t as good, though they might not be warm anyway.”
As he spoke, one hand stroked from her shoulders down he back to lay three sharp smacks on her ass causing Lottie to jump in surprise.
“Hey, what was that for?”
“Just a little reminder of who is in charge in this relationship,” Travis said as he led her to the small table across the room.
Though she wanted to argue, her stomach took that moment to rumble, loudly, reminding her it had been a long time since lunch, most of which she had not been able to eat because she’d had to be Mama Lottie and make sure Dr. Rooker St. James was good enough to be with her sister.
He seemed to be a good man, especially since he’d encouraged Carri to come back after their blowup at the end of the afternoon to apologize, even though she was the one who’d become a major bitch.
“Lottie-love?” Travis touched her arm. “You okay?”
Lottie sniffed back the tears of guilt that wanted to escape. Carri had forgiven her and she’d forgiven Carri and Tilly had forgiven them both, so why was she still feeling guilty?
“I’m fine,” she whispered as she sat in the chair he’d pulled from the table for her.
“You’re not, but I won’t push. For now.”
Travis sat down across the table and emptied the food bags, setting her food in front of her along with extra ketchup and dipping packets that he’d expressly asked for. Such a thoughtful Daddy.
The first bite of chicken dipped in ranch dressing had her moaning in appreciation. She ate quickly, not stopping until she’d finished everything. Taking a long sip from her lemonade, she collapsed back into her chair with a happy sigh.
“Feel better?” Travis asked with a smile.
“So much better,” she said, rubbing her hand over her belly.
Then her pussy clenched, reminding her there was another hunger she needed to satisfy. Looking across the table, she tilted her head slightly and gave Travis what she hoped was a sexy, seductive smile. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Lottie-love?”
Travis knew she was ready to move on to the next part of the evening when she licked her lips with another hunger burning in her beautiful cobalt blue eyes.
“Can I have my dessert now?” she asked, dropping her eyes from his face down his body to where his cock was pressing hard against the front of his jeans.
“We didn’t buy dessert, sweetheart,” he reminded her with a grin.
He watched as her face and down her neck to her t-shirt flushed a bright pink as she cleared her throat. “Could I, um, suck your cock for dessert?”
His cock jerked in agreement and he had to suck in a breath to keep from yelling “Yes!” More than twenty years of control that he’d learned in the Navy went flying out the window as he watched Lottie lick her lips in anticipation.
“You can, for a few minutes, but Daddy really wants to come for the first time while buried deep in your pussy. After I lick your pussy to an orgasm or two.”
Lottie began nodding before he even finished speaking.
Rising from his seat, Travis closed the curtains and transferred their meal trash to the trash can under the desk. He needed those few minutes to calm his body down before he moved to the side of the bed. He took off his sneakers and socks before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Come here, Lottie-love,” he said, holding out one hand.
She was in front of him in an instant, her knees pressed against the side of the bed and her gaze still glued to the zipper of his jeans.
It took two fingers under her chin, lifting her head, to have her meet his gaze.
Her eyes were glowing with her hunger and since he’d been hard since he’d met her, Travis saw no reason to drag this out any longer than need be.
Maybe once they eased the sexual hunger, she would let Little Lottie out to play.
“Take off your clothes for me, little girl,” he said, using just a bit of his Daddy tone.
Lottie nodded and stepped back, toeing off her sneakers as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed to the floor. Her jeans quickly followed. But then, wearing her bra and panties, she froze.
Travis stood and quickly stripped off his clothes before going to stand behind her.
Laying his hands on her shoulders, he massaged the tense muscles until she took a breath and everything in her seemed to relax, including her shoulders which dropped as her head dropped back to rest against his chest.
“Need some help, Lottie-love?” he asked softly.
“It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man like this and I’m afraid that you won’t…”
Leaning down, Travis kissed her shoulder and then up her neck to take her earlobe in his teeth, giving it a nip before he put his lips to her ear.
“I’m falling for you faster than a jet reentry, Lottie-love.
I want you to push all those voices telling you bad things out of your head.
I know it’s soon, but I’m in this for the long haul. Understand me?”
Lottie took another deep breath and released it before saying, “Aye, aye, Captain.”
But she still didn’t move to strip off her last garments.
“Want some help?” he asked as he stroked his hands down her arms.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Kissing his way down her neck, he sucked on the space where neck and shoulder joined as he unhooked her bra and eased the straps down her arms until the garment fell to the floor.
He continued sucking on her flesh, hoping to leave his mark on his woman as he slid finger beneath the waistband of her panties and pushing them off her hips and down her legs.
She stepped out of them, pressing her body against his, to discover he was both naked, and very, very aroused.
“Oh, my,” she whispered as his long, thick cock pressed into her lower back.
“Oh, my, indeed,” he said, finally lifting his lips from her body and checking his mark.
It was already turning purple, and would no doubt be with her for a day or two as a reminder of his possession.
Wrapping his arms around her body, one under her breasts and the other across her belly, he shuffled them backward toward the bed. When his calves felt the bed behind him, he released her. Shifting his hands to her hips, he turned her around to face him, leaving a foot of space between them.
“Are you ready for your dessert, Lottie-love?”