9. Poppy
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.”
“Like what? I’m on the pill.”
Now it was his turn to close his eyes and inhale deeply. After a moment, he looked at me with a completely straight face. “Does that mean you’re sexually active with anyone else right now?”
“No!” My jaw dropped when I thought about what he was suggesting. “Of course not. I just mean, that’s not something you have to worry about.”
Carter nodded and his shoulders dropped a smidge. “While we’re on that topic, when was the last time you were with a man?”
I scrunched up my nose, hating this part of any new relationship. “A long time ago. College, so two years ago. And it wasn’t anything serious. I’ve mostly just had some play scenes with Daddies at the club, but those weren’t sexual. And mostly they were in a group.”
“Why weren’t they sexual?” His tone didn’t indicate any kind of judgment or anger. He just genuinely wanted to know more.
There just wasn’t much more to tell. “I guess there wasn’t the right kind of chemistry.”
One side of his lips turned up. “And do you feel the right kind of chemistry with me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “A lot.”
His other hand slid above mine and held me in his palms, tracing my knuckles with his thumbs. “I feel it too, baby girl. And I would love to make you mine. When you’re Big like right now, and I can’t wait to spend time with you when you’re Little too.”
My breath hitched as I held back the wave of desire that pulsed through me. Was it possible to come from words alone? I didn’t think so but…maybe I was about to be the first person ever. “I want that too, Daddy. Can we hurry back now?”
He nodded and slipped his card back into his wallet before leaving a stack of cash on the table. Carter stood up and reached for my hand, carefully helping me out of my seat so he could guide me out. If there weren’t so many people around, I wondered if he might lift me up and carry me on his hip or over his shoulder.
A soft giggle escaped as I leaned against his side and pressed my head against his chest.
“What’s so funny, baby girl?” He pushed the door open, and I stepped outside before him.
“Just thinking about how silly it’d be if you were carrying me so we can hurry back.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” Before I knew it, he swept his arms beneath me and lifted me up against his chest, cradling me to him as if I weighed nothing.
I giggled again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on. “Put me down, Daddy. I’m too heavy.”
He growled and ignored my request. “My baby girl is absolutely not too heavy for me to carry around, and I will decide when I carry you. Is that understood?”
I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his warm skin. “Yes, Daddy. You decide.”
As soon as we were driving, my nerves started to pick up. What if he didn’t like me as Little Poppy? I wasn’t usually a brat, but I’d been told I could be a handful…whatever that meant.
By the time I was hitting the code to unlock the front door, a million butterflies were fluttering around in my tummy. “We didn’t clean up last night, so it’s kind of a mess.”
I walked through the reception area to open the door to the playroom, and I did a double take. Everything had been cleaned up. Coloring books were neatly stacked, crayons were in their boxes, the stuffies were neatly arranged on the beanbags as if they were all ready to watch a cartoon together, and the dishes we dirtied from our snacktime were all cleaned and put away. “What happened?”
Daddy Carter slipped his hand up my neck and then released my braid so it fell down onto my shoulders. “What do you mean?”
“How did everything get cleaned up?” I turned to him, very confused. “When I went up, everyone was leaving, and it was a mess. The only other person who was here…” My brain finally caught up. I narrowed my eyes and put my fists on my hips. “Did you clean up?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Daddy. We would’ve gotten to it. Or not. That’s the good part about having this room. We don’t ever have to clean up if we don’t want to.”
His fingers combed through my hair. Since I put it up wet, it dried in fat curls that he was separating as he massaged my scalp. “Daddy’s job is to take care of his Little girl. That means cleaning up after you play with your friends.”
I wanted to refute that, but…he was right. If that was the kind of Daddy he was, then it wasn’t my place to question his motives. He was the one to make those decisions. “Okay. Thank you.”
Carter leaned down to give me a kiss. It was soft and barely a brush of lips against lips at first, but when I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging from him as if I needed the air from his lungs to breathe, he lifted me up and deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held on, rubbing my pussy against his abs as I tried to get as close to him as possible.
Every part of me needed to be touched, and the way his mouth moved against mine was just a tease for what it could do over the rest of my body. “Please, Daddy. I need more.”
Carter kissed along my jaw and then nipped my earlobe before pulling back. “Would you like me to take care of you down here on the couch or would you like to go upstairs?”
Just the thought of him fully taking me for the first time in the playroom almost made me cry out with need. “Here. Now.”
Daddy Carter chuckled and carried me to the couch. As soon as we were there, he lowered me to my feet and then spun me one hundred and eighty degrees so my back was facing him. “May I unzip your dress. It’s so pretty that I don’t want it to get torn or…ruined.”
“Yes, Daddy. Get it off. Quick.”
Daddy chuckled again and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. His hand caressed my skin on the way down, stopping just before my bottom. “Are you sure you don’t want to play first? We have all night.”
“No, Daddy. I need you to play with my private parts first.” I could feel that my face was burning red, but I didn’t care. I’d saved my virginity for the right man, and I knew with my whole heart that Carter was that man.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re making Daddy think some very naughty thoughts.”
I shrugged out of the dress and turned to him, naked except for my panties. Instinctively, I covered my tummy with my arms, so he didn’t see roundness there.
Daddy held his hands out wide and waited for me to mimic his movements. “Let me look at my beautiful girl.”
I closed my eyes and lifted my arms out of the way, hoping he wasn’t disappointed by the fact that I didn’t spend much time in the gym.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl. Promise you won’t ever try to hide yourself from me.”
My eyes slowly opened up, and I met his gaze. The truth in his stare was obvious, so I nodded. “Okay, Daddy. I promise.” I should’ve been more embarrassed by the fact that my breasts were exposed to him, but I could see his desire written all over his face.
He liked the way I looked, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud of cotton candy when he placed his hands on my cheeks and came in for a soft kiss. As our kisses intensified, his hand slowly moved south, teasing down my chest until he was holding each of my breasts in his large hands and running his thumbs over my nipples.
I had to squeeze my thighs together, feeling my panties get even more wet with the juice that was leaking out of me. I couldn’t stop the whimper as I fisted the front of his shirt in my hands. “Please, Daddy. I need to feel you in me.”
His hand lowered until it slid beneath my panties, teasing my oversensitive skin. “Right here, baby girl? Is this where you need Daddy to touch you?”
I sucked in a breath, feeling wobbly as so much sensation was zooming through my body. “Uh-huh.”
“Lie back on the couch, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.”
I no longer felt embarrassed about anything as I lay back on the cushions and spread my legs open for him. After standing over me for a few moments and just looking at me, Daddy kneeled on the floor and pulled my panties down my thighs until they were completely off.
At some point, I’d kicked off my shoes without even realizing it, so I was completely naked and fully on display for this man I’d barely known for a few days but had already offered my heart and body to.
Carter kissed the inside of my thigh, moving toward my center until his lips closed over the nub that had been hard and aching all night.
My back immediately bucked off the couch as I tried to get even deeper into his mouth, begging for him to give me everything. All the things I’d been saving just for him.
He continued to lick and suck and tease my clit until I was whimpering with need. “Please, Daddy. Make me feel like I’m yours.”
His thick fingers entered my pussy, scraping against my channel that had only ever touched my own fingers and some small toys that felt nothing like him. His fingers slid in and out of me, and his tongue did something indescribable that took my breath away.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I erupted, unraveling beneath Daddy’s tongue as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt rushed through me in every direction. It was almost too much to breathe, and when I finally was able to focus again, I realized there were tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Was that okay, baby girl?” Carter kissed up my tummy, over each of my breasts, and then kissed away the tears drying on my cheeks. “Did that feel good?”
“So good.” I was still floating and sleepy, but I wasn’t done. I bit my lip and looked up at him, showing him without words that I needed something else.
“What is it, baby girl? What’s wrong?”
I held my hand over the one he was using to fondle my breast and gripped him tightly. “I’m still a virgin, Daddy. I need more than just your hand.”
Daddy’s jaw dropped as he pulled back. “You said your last relationship was sexual.”
I swallowed hard, hoping he wasn’t mad. “We did some sexual stuff, but not that. I’ve been saving that for…my Daddy.”