Chapter 11
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… all of 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 I still dream 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 slip free. 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 and seriousness of the moment thickened her voice as her pulse point in her throat kicked up even faster, a quick tap, tap, tap CJ 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 to devour you.”
As if she wasn’t already soaked, wetness flooded the place between Poppy’s thighs where she had her legs tightly pressed together. “Do you still want 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… finally placing her lips on Poppy’s skin.
“Ahhh...” Poppy cried out as the electricity coursed through her body.
CJ chuckled, the sound deep in her throat and downright devious. “Oh, this is certainly going to be enjoyable, isn’t it?”
Walking Poppy backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress, CJ helped Poppy to position herself on the king-sized bed. It was perfect for people wanting to roll and slide, to explore and romp. But this time, they wouldn’t need the space. This time, CJ was going to worship Poppy’s body, was going to lick and suck and taste until Poppy couldn’t take another moment.
“I don’t know what you’re comfortable with, kitten, but know you can call me whatever you’d like in here. I want you to feel safe with me now, just as you are any other time. God knows I would love to be your Daddy in here too, sweetheart, but if it’s too soon or not some...”
Her words were cut off as a pillow nearly missed her face. “Stop worrying and come here!”
“Oh you’re going to pay for that, you brat!”
CJ climbed on top of Poppy’s naked body, her hands trailing up the woman’s sides as she kissed and licked and nipped until Poppy was squirming and squealing.
Okay, so maybe the king-size bed wasn’t exactly a bad thing to have.
With laughter shaking them both, CJ suddenly sobered, taking in Poppy’s body beneath her.
In the past, CJ had enjoyed intimacy and sex. At times—and with the right person—she had even loved it. But now, still fully clothed with a naked, willing Poppy beneath her, CJ was goddamn infatuated with it and she had barely even begun.
Poppy was thick and curvy with rolls and dips and divots. With stretch marks and dimples.
And she was fucking perfect .
CJ was so busy admiring Poppy that she hadn’t noticed the woman beneath her had gone still, a look of wonder and awe in her pretty, green eyes. It was only when she followed the sight of Poppy’s hand that she realized exactly what had stopped the other woman in her tracks.
Poppy had begun to unbutton CJ’s shirt without her even realizing it. The fabric was open just enough, exposing CJ’s bare chest beneath with only a thin, black bra covering her breasts.
“Is that...”
How could she have been so foolish to forget? CJ had the tattoo for years, yet somehow she hadn’t once mentioned it to Poppy.
“In honor of my grandparents and their flower farm.” It was all CJ said.
Of course, she had loved her grandparents deeply while they were on the Earth and she missed them terribly. After all, they had given her a second chance at life when her parents all but decided that fame was more important than building a family which included her. But with the woman of her dreams naked and pliable beneath her fingers, CJ wanted all thoughts of her deceased grandparents pushed to the far recesses of her brain.
Despite CJ’s lack of words, Poppy’s fingers traced over the gentle petals of the flowers of her namesake where they were permanently inked into CJ’s skin. The three flowers—the three poppies —in various stages of bloom were created from the finest of black lines. Stems twined together as if growing from the same plant while several smaller buds that had yet to open were interspersed between the open blooms.
“Will you tell me about it later?” Poppy asked quietly, her fingers still brushing against the ink with gentle caresses. “Will you tell me about them?”
CJ smiled back at her from where she was still straddling Poppy’s hips. “Yeah, kitten. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
With that, the soft, tender moment was forgotten as CJ finished unbuttoning her shirt before pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall somewhere behind her on the bed. She had expected Poppy to be tentative, having never been intimate with a woman before, but as Poppy had continued to do since their very first meeting, Poppy surprised her in the very best way.
Poppy’s hands trailed over the thin material of CJ’s bra. She explored the small swell of the other woman’s breasts before dipping curious fingers beneath the fabric. Without padding, Poppy was able to watch as her actions caused CJ’s nipples to harden. “Can you take it off? I… I want to see all of you.”
CJ had never been shy about her body. Sure, she worked out regularly and was what most people would call athletic, yet knowing Poppy would be seeing her nude for the first time still gave her pause. She momentarily worried it would be the breaking point that caused Poppy to run, afraid of the unknown. But she pushed the intrusive thought away, knowing that Poppy had been clear and open with her feelings up until this point. Poppy wanted this, wanted CJ, just as much as CJ wanted Poppy.
After a quick, soft kiss to Poppy’s lips, CJ pushed up from the bed. She made quick yet efficient work of undressing, neatly placing the articles of her clothing over a nearby armchair before walking back to the bed. Poppy had shifted, laying on her stomach facing where her Daddy stood. A goofy grin that CJ was unaccustomed to seeing on Poppy’s face had her reciprocating with a smile of her own. “What’s so silly over there, little girl?”
A blush spread across Poppy’s cheeks and she hid her face behind one of the numerous pillows from atop the oversized bed. “I just can’t stop looking at you. You’re so pretty.”
CJ laughed, not sure what she had been expecting, but knowing that certainly wasn’t it. She had been called many things over the years—cute, hot, even sexy a time or two. She had been called every slur in the book as a young, queer kid in Florida. Been called masculine and androgynous. But as she thought back on all the things people had called her, pretty had never been one. “Hey, then put that pillow down and look, sweetheart. I’m not going to stop you from that. I’m yours to look at, just as much as you’re mine.”
Slowly, Poppy lowered the pillow, her cheeks still as red as the fresh tomatoes in the greenhouse. “I’m sorry…”
Shaking her head from side to side, CJ climbed up the mattress naked as the day she was born and uncaring of the scene she made. Settling next to Poppy, she pulled the woman into her arms, making sure that they could look each other in the eyes. “Stop. You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. I know that in the past, you might not have been treated kindly or with the respect you deserve. But I’m not going to make fun of you or admonish you, okay. Not for your likes and dislikes, not for what turns you on, and certainly not for wanting to look at me, to compliment me. Hell, a beautiful woman like you?”
CJ pulled her lower lip between her teeth, slyly shaking her head again. Though this time, it wasn’t to stop Poppy from apologizing. No, this look spoke of something much deeper—an awe that spoke of how amazed she was that Poppy chose her.
“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 halo and 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 changing relationship 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, have you .” 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.