“Good choice. I want you to use them if things get too intense, either mentally or physically, or if you just need to take a break, okay?”
She nodded before answering, “Yes, Sir.”
“Daddy. I prefer Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Lottie answered with a tiny smile.
“Good girl. Shall we get dinner before or after checked you in at the hotel?”
“Whatever you want to do, Daddy,” Lottie answered as she settled deeper into her seat. “Would it be okay if you just make the decisions, please?”
Travis chuckled as he started the engine. “That works just fine, little girl. But I do need you to make one more decision. Chicken strips or a cheeseburger for dinner?”
Lottie stared out the windshield for a moment before she whispered, “Chicken strips, please? And fries and a sweet tea?”
“That sounds like a good dinner, except you’ll have lemonade instead of sweet tea. No one needs caffeine this late at night.”
With dinner decided, Travis started the car and headed to the nearest fast-food place that sold chicken strips. Since it was close, they would take the food and eat in her room before deciding the rest of the evening’s itinerary.
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 manbeside 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.
