Chapter 66

Sebastian

Poppy lay tied at the foot of the bed, her pale skin flushed pink from her chest to her cheeks,

Her red hair billowed, spread wide on the white sheets of my bed. Her pink, pretty c.u.n.t was still fluttering from the last orgasm. Her nipples were pebbled and dark, her thighs soaking.

She looks perfect—my perfect little Poppy. I heaved off her and reached for the nightstand drawer. Her blue eyes followed me as I snatched the bottle of lube from the drawer.

"Daddy," she breathed. "What's that?"

The ropes kept her ankles bound back, her bound position tilting her hips upward, offering me that perfect,...