Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
CJ
While Poppy told CJ she had the basic working experience of knowing the parts that went into a dynamic between a Dominant and their submissive but had never imagined just how much effort and communication it would take, CJ assured her they would work together to make sure it went smoothly. That included setting expectations of what would happen over the three-week period the two women agreed to spend with one another.
Some of the rules they had settled upon Poppy had seen coming from a mile away— hello, drink more water every day, eat your vegetables, and get eight hours of sleep each night . But others had taken her by surprise. She especially wasn’t sure how she felt about beginning to keep a journal where she would list three positive things about herself each day. CJ told Poppy she was also expected to spend a few minutes each night writing down the tasks she wanted to complete the following day in the same journal. CJ had recommended that by having a clear outline of what Poppy wanted to accomplish each day, she would already have a starting point when she woke and wouldn’t need to spend time prioritizing the tasks since she had done the hard part the night before.
Surprising Poppy further, the two women even took a trip to the Ranch’s gift shop where CJ helped Poppy to pick out a brand-new journal and set of pens to start her affirmation journey with.
And when CJ caught Poppy staring longingly at a stuffed kitten tucked in the back of a shelf as if long forgotten as newer, cooler toys got chosen first, CJ tossed it into the growing pile of items she had acquired for Poppy in the pair’s shopping basket.
CJ had steered the majority of the conversation the two women shared their first night together in their spacious suite. And though it went late into the evening hours, when Poppy finally climbed into the king-sized poster bed in her room, CJ was pretty sure the young woman’s mind was still busy anxiously worrying about the future—starting with the next three weeks.
CJ had the exact same problem, though her reasons for racing thoughts differed from Poppy’s. Through sharing and talking, the two had decided on a strictly kink-based dynamic. And though CJ had assumed that the stunning blonde was straight as an arrow, there was the tiniest bit of her subconscious that still plummeted to the floor like an amusement park free-fall when Poppy had confirmed she had only ever been intimate with the opposite sex.
And sure, CJ could have pressed Poppy and asked if she was interested in experiencing something sexual with someone of the same gender, but that felt unnatural and predatory. She could have booked time in the Dungeon and even potentially found a play partner for a bit of fun. But if she was going to be in a dynamic with Poppy—no matter how short-lived and platonic it was bound to be—CJ wanted to give all her energy to it, to being everything Poppy needed her to be.
Still, she couldn’t help but picture the smooth skin of Poppy under her hands.
As CJ crawled into bed, she placed a small, waterproof, zip-top bag on the empty mattress next to her. The space she ached to see the other woman fill with her thighs that were bound to be thick under her soft clothes. With breasts that would undoubtedly spill over CJ’s hands if the way they poured over the edge of Poppy’s modest top was any indication.
Her eyes closed as her head hit the pillow but she didn’t even try to fall asleep.
Instead, she opened the bag and pulled out a small bottle of lube and her favorite silicone grinder. The toy was a deep purple color, shaped like a rectangle, and about the size of a large palm. Two nylon straps hung from each side. With a practiced ease, CJ buckled the toy to one of the pillows from her guest room.
CJ shimmied her sleep pants and panties down her legs. Her hands slid down her body, one stopping to play with her breasts as the other continued to trail down over her stomach, disappearing between her thighs.
God, just thinking of Poppy made her wet.
The sweet woman was so frazzled. So overwhelmed. So damn beautiful .
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 her manage 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 and yearning for 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 she needed to 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 muttered fuck and 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.