**Hopefully this will tide you guys over until sometimes next week. My grad party is later today and I'm graduating tomorrow. Not to mention my family is in town so I'm going to be pretty busy the next couple of days. The ending may have a few mistakes because I didn't have time to finish editing. Oh well! Hope you guys enjoy!**

**Edited**

Poppy's POV

I giggled as my mom finished telling her thousandth story about Knox and me from our childhood. Ever since Knox had explained the ulterior motive behind the way he used to treat me, I've found joy and amusement in reminiscing our early years. Hearing them told from someone else's point of view was odd as they were totally different from how I'd remembered them.

My mom sighed happily. "I don't think you ever had a choice in who you ended up with, Poppy. Knox claimed you from the second you were able to play as a child," she teased, poking Knox in the side cheekily as he set up plates on our dining table. It was just going to be the four of us, my parents and Knox and I, eating tonight since Tansy was at a playdate with a friend from preschool.

"Damn right she didn't," Knox joked with a serious glint in his eyes. The response caused my mom and me to burst into another fit of giggles. I'd been so caught up in talking that I hadn't realized my dad was still missing once we'd all settled down to eat.

"I thought he got off work at five?" I questioned while pointing to my dad's empty chair and glancing at the clock on the wall.

"He does, but recently he's been getting off later and later. It's this stupid new case they've assigned him. He can't seem to find any leads, so he's having to spend more time at the office," she explained with a nonchalant shrug. I brushed it off before helping her cover the plate of steaming food up so it wouldn't get too cold before he had a chance to eat it. About thirty minutes into our meal, my dad finally wandered into the kitchen looking disheveled and dazed.

"There you are, honey! I've been waiting for you!" my mom called to him with a smile, getting up to greet him with a hug and kiss on the cheek. His only reply was a low sigh as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and joined us at the table. He slumped into his chair, popped the top off his bottle, and took a long guzzle before releasing an ah of satisfaction. He picked up his knife and fork to dig into his food, but he must've just noticed Knox sitting at the table with us seconds later.

"Who's this?" he grunted, a guarded look on his face.

"Dad, this is Knox...my boyfriend. He used to live next to us, remember?" I rushed out. My dad dropped his silverware back onto the table while narrowing his eyes at Knox - clearly scrutinizing him. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat as I waited for my dad to say something, anything. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest before shifting his gaze to me.

This wasn't gonna be good.

His stare changed to that of sizing Knox up. Clearly sensing it, Knox straightened his back and met my dad's penetrating gaze head-on. My dad ran his tongue over his top teeth before clicking it. "So, I heard you met my bosses boy. Corbin? Nice kid," my dad noted with a smug expression. Knox growled under his breath while clenching his utensils in a death grip.

"Uh, yeah. He's a good friend, I guess," I muttered, making sure I emphasized the nature of Corbin and I's relationship so no one got any wrong ideas. I had an idea of what my dad was doing but was confused as to why he was doing it. He didn't even remember Knox, so why would he be trying to anger him?

"He's not a bad looking guy, either. Have you ever thought about going on a date with him?" he inquired. I gaped at him, unable to even fathom him asking me that kind of question when I just finished introducing Knox to him as my boyfriend. What the heck was his motive, here?

"Dad, I have no interest in Corbin whatsoever. I've made it more than clear to him that he and I are just friends as well. I'm with Knox," I spoke confidently, hardening my gaze to show how serious I was. Knox didn't need to find any more insecurities in our relationship, not after how much progress we've made so far.

"Just because you're with someone doesn't mean you can't keep your options open, Poppy," my father shot back condescendingly. It took everything in me to keep from blowing up. How dare he say something so disgusting to me! He was never going to approve of anything I did and I was more than done waiting for the day to come when he finally would. Noticing the angered and upset mood I'd been put in by my father's words, Knox sprung into action with a less...civil approach than I would've used.

"Listen here, asshole! Your daughter and I are very much in love. Nothing that rich pretty-boy says or does is ever going to change that, so why don't you fuck right off?" he suggested with anger blazing in his eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists in my lap, trying to reign in my own intense emotions while praying that all of this was really just a terrible nightmare that I was going to wake up from in a few seconds.

My dad shot to his feet as his face grew bright red with his own anger. "Get the fuck out of my house!" he screamed, pointing a threatening finger at Knox.

"Gladly. But, before I go, I have just one thing to say. I don't remember a lot from my childhood, but something I do remember are shitty fathers; which is something you've always been. You've never treated Poppy and her mother like they deserved," Knox accused soundly. My mom and I shared a distraught look, unsure of how to go about diffusing the situation.

"You know nothing about being a father, you little punk!" my dad growled, trying hopelessly to defend himself.

"Yeah? Well, your little girl calls me daddy when I fuck her from behind, so that's close enough for me," Knox spat back before hauling me out of my seat escorting the both of us out of the house.

**

The drive home had been silent thus far. I was playing a game that not even Knox could beat me at; the silent treatment.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Knox gritted out, my blood pressure skyrocketing once again as I fought the urge to blow up. Stay calm, Poppy I told myself for the fourth time since I'd buckled my seatbelt.

"Poppy, fucking answer me," he demanded, annoyance heavy in his tone. My resolve was beginning to fade, but he didn't need to know that. Starting an emotionally charged argument would do nothing in resolving what I was upset over, so I remained quiet.

"I swear to God, Flower, if you don't say something right now I will take you home and spank the living shit out of you," he continued.

Hold on... I shouldn't be turned on by that, should I? I asked myself while clenching my thighs together. The mental images his words created in my mind summoned a wetness to accumulate in my panties. Thankfully, he didn't notice my reaction as his eyes were trained on the road. I mulled over my options in my head for a few seconds, knowing that's all the time I had to make my decision.

One, I could explain why I'd been quiet and tell him why what he did made me upset...or I could purposely push his anger just a bit further and find out if I had another kink...

"Something," I muttered quietly after making up my mind. The car suddenly turned off the main road and down a desolate side street before stopping next to a curb. I whipped my head to the side, giving him a questioning look as my heart pounded in my chest.

He released his seatbelt, refusing to look at me and keeping his eyes straight ahead as he spoke. "Bend over the console," he ordered, his voice strong and demanding.

"W-what? Knox, we can't do this here-" I spoke before he cut me off.

"I said bend the fuck over the console, Poppy," he husked out again, just as confident as before. I scanned his face for a moment, searching for even a tiny sign that he was joking. To my dismay, he wasn't. Sure, don't get me wrong this is the exact reaction I'd been wanting to elicit in him, but not on a public road in his car of all places!

Dang, Poppy, you've really done it this time.

I cleared my throat and unclipped my seatbelt with a slight shake in my hands. I tried to relax my intense blush as I crawled over the barrier between us and laid upon his lap, my stomach resting comfortably on the middle console while my hands were draped across his legs. The position was a bit odd, but I did the best I could with the limited space we had. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before roughly yanking my panties down my thighs and pushing my sundress up to my mid back.

I tried to get my breathing under control as he rubbed soothing circles into my bare flesh. My nipples tightened with need as my thighs clenched involuntarily once again, but this time it was in anticipation for the delicious assault that was to come.

"Are you gonna be smart with me again, Flower?" Knox's calm and composed voice asked against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"U-um-" I breathed out, unable to get much farther than that as he delivered the first smack. I gasped as my body jolted forward, just about hitting his window with my forehead. To my pleasant surprise, the after-effects of the slap weren't all that bad, especially when he rubbed the fiery tingles away with the palm of his large hand.

"It was a simple yes or no question, Flower," he reprimanded smugly.

"No," I whispered. Apparently, that still wasn't the answer he was looking for because he slapped my right globe again. Another hiss escaped between my teeth at the sensation.

"Speak up, Flower. Daddy doesn't like it when you mumble," he tsked. I bit my bottom lip to refrain from moaning out loud. I knew I should've felt at least a smidgen of embarrassment or shame from how turned on this was making me, but I couldn't bring myself to. All I was able to think was holy crap, I'm wet as I felt my essence dripping down between my thighs.

"No," I repeated loud and clear. He spanked me again harder than before which caused me to shove my face into the material of his pants so it would muffle my cry of pleasure.

"No what?" he asked, drumming his fingers against my undoubtedly flushed skin.

"No, daddy..." I moaned out turned on beyond belief, needing some kind of relief before I exploded. The last slap he delivered was harder than all the ones before combined, forcing a strangled cry of pleasure from my lips. Knox lifted me onto his lap slowly before undoing his zipper and pulling himself out. He pressed his lips against my own before raising my hips and quickly setting me back down on his engorged member. I couldn't muffle my sounds of ecstasy as he pleasured me in what was quickly becoming my favorite position; he was just able to thrust so much deeper this way.

I could hardly form a coherent thought as Knox took me to new heights I didn't even know were even possible, pressing a harsh smack to my butt every now and then to heighten the already immense pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Right there!" I mewled as I came, digging my nails into Knox's t-shirt clad shoulders. Moments later, Knox joined me in post-orgasmic bliss. I moaned at the incredible feeling of his warm seed filling me with powerful spurts. It was only a few moments before it began to leak out and smear along my inner thighs.

"Such a kinky little thing, Flower," Knox grunted cheekily as I slumped against his chest, completely spent. I laughed mindlessly as I came down from my high.

"Only for you," I panted honestly, causing a large smile to form on his face.

"Good," he declared, kissing the top of my head soundly. He assisted me in getting back into my own seat and buckled me in before taking off. We both laughed at how fogged over the windows had become. I began smoothing over my dress when I realized with disdain that some of his cum from my thighs had gotten on his seat.

"Um, Knox..." I mumbled, cheeks flaming.

"What is it, baby?" he said, only partially paying attention because he was trying to merge back into traffic.

"I got some stuff on your seat," I squeaked out while looking out the windshield. His deep chuckle bounced around the inside of his truck.

"They're leather seats for a reason, Flower," he murmured with a saucy wink. The comment rubbed me the wrong way, but I tried to push it to the back of my mind.

It had been a couple hours since we'd arrived at Knox's place, but I still couldn't get what he'd said out of my head. They're leather seats for a reason. What does that even mean? Was he trying to be cheeky when implying that he bought a truck with leather seats for the sole purpose of easy clean up after sex? I rubbed my forehead as a headache began to pound there from overthinking the entire situation.

I'm just being crazy, it's not what you think I kept telling myself, but it didn't change the fact that it felt as if Knox was throwing all his past relationships in my face. I'd loved everything we'd done in the car, but after the comment was made I couldn't help but feel cheap in a way.

It wasn't until about three-quarters of the way through the movie that he noticed how distracted and squirmish I'd been.

"What's going on in that cute head of yours?" he questioned, his breath warm against my neck as he spoke. Normally, that small sensation by itself was enough to have me raring to go, but right now I was just so caught up in my own destructive thoughts that all I wanted to do was go to bed - alone.

"I don't know, Knox," I sighed out truthfully, sitting up and leaning my elbows on my thighs as I cradled my face in my hands.

"What do you mean 'I don't know'?" he asked. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was not only confused by my cryptic response but was already starting to go on the defensive as if my mood was all his fault. It wasn't.

"What did you mean when you said you had leather seats in your car for a reason? I mean, I knew your experience was... extensive, I just didn't..." I trailed off, already seeing how ridiculous my assumption had been just by the shocked expression he'd taken on. He shook his head, trying to find something to say before pulling me into his arms again without protest from me.

"That is the not what I meant, Flower," he stated strongly, turning his focus away from me for just long enough to turn off the T.V. and give me his full attention. "I bought that truck right before I came back home. You're the only woman I've ever let ride in that truck and I intend to keep it that way," he insisted, his eyes showcasing his sincerity, but also worry.

Well, that's just great! You made him question himself yet again, Poppy!

I sighed deeply as my chest felt heavy with guilt as leaned back from my crouched position and took his cheeks into my hands. "I knew that me even thinking you would say something like that to insinuate something like that was absolutely crazy - that's why I didn't want to say anything about it. We both have our insecurities, baby, and my inexperience makes me fear that I'm not good enough to please you," I confessed, letting him see my own vulnerability so he knew first-hand that he wasn't alone in this internal battle.

I waited for him to respond, but he kept quiet which only heightened my insecurity. Seconds later, he scooped one arm under my thigh while the other cradled my back as he lifted me into his arms and stood from the couch. I gasped and released a short laugh of shock before asking where he was taking me. He just shook his head, a determined look on his face.

He brought us to the threshold of his master bathroom - a place I loved very much - before finally placing me onto my feet and beginning to carefully undress me. He stared intensely into my eyes as each article of clothing slipped off of my body. Soon, his clothes came to join the pile of my own before he carefully lead me through the opening and to where his tub was located before turning on the nozzles. He pressed delicate kisses all over my skin as the water began to fill it, the loud rushing sound of the water drowning out my moans as his hands began to wander.

He crouched down and came to eye-level with both my womanhood and the edge of the tub, pressing kisses down my stomach and to my navel while blindly reaching behind him to turn the water off. His tongue came out to lave against my skin as his the fingertips of one hand dug into the back of my thigh as the fingertips of the other dug into the flesh of my behind. Sucking his way back up my body, he grabbed me by the back of the legs and hoisted me up his body. Carefully, he stepped into the large bath and slowly sunk us both into the hot, soothing water. He didn't speak for the first few minutes, just held me tightly against him as the sound of his deep, even breaths calmed me.

"I know you already said you didn't think I had bad intentions by what I'd said, but I need to say what I'm about to anyway. I was just teasing you with my comment. What I meant was that I bought the truck with leather seats because they're easy to clean in general. I never once thought about how it could've been related back to my past," he explained evenly. "I don't want you to think, even for a split second, that my mind wanders to any woman I may have seen before you. You're it for me, Poppy. You're the only woman that's ever on my mind and you are more than enough for me. You satisfy me in every way a man could possibly be satisfied; not just in the bedroom. But, for the record and so that things are perfectly clear, you beyond satisfy me in the bedroom. Sex is so good with you that I have to constantly remind myself to give you a break so I don't hurt you," he assured me.

I felt my throat tighten. Whether he knew it or not, he knew exactly what I needed from him and how to banish all my thoughts of self-doubt. Instead of just telling me I was wrong, he elaborated further. And he didn't think he was good enough for me - what a load of crap.   

"How can you not see how perfect you are for me and to me?" I murmured quietly, staring at him in absolute wonder as I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. He smiled bashfully as his cheeks pinkened just the slightest bit.

"I think I'm starting to," he replied softly as I rested my forehead against his own.