Chapter 27
PATRICK
It took me a while to fall asleep myself.
I studied the photo of Kylie in her onesie.
She said she was only little in the clubs.
The little pajamas surprised me. With her hair in braids, I had to adjust myself to get comfortable.
All my self-control and common sense went out the window when it came to Kylie.
I naturally woke up at six a.m.; a habit left over from my days in the military.
After a workout, I showered, dressed, and shaved all by eight a.m. The office, especially on weekends, was a quiet place for me to work, but the quiet was too distracting.
I wanted to see my girl. The security office was quiet, too.
The incident reports from last night were light, which was a surprise.
With a casino and four hotels, issues popped up often, but nothing my team hasn’t been trained on or couldn’t handle.
The rule was to call me only if someone was dead, dying, or breaking the law.
Everything else, I trusted them to handle.
The incidents were typical per hotel. Lots of fistfights in Quad I, verbal arguments and guests abusing employees in Quad II.
Quad III was mostly quiet except for the occasional patron whose requests were unrealistic.
We are a hotel, not a Make a Wish Foundation for the rich and famous.
Quad IV, the kinky side of Quad Vegas, was surprisingly well-behaved.
All hotels should have a vetting process, huge membership fees, and the right to kick out a person at the staff’s discretion. They’d run better.
The time to see my girl finally came. I had already claimed her last night, but today was about showing her what our life would look like together.
She came from a world where one mistake could have deadly consequences. In my world, communication was key, and I would teach my little girl that there was nothing she couldn’t bring to me. Even if it involved the organization and the people I’ve chosen to protect.
I knocked on her door before opening it.
She was in bed. She gasped and covered herself with the blankets, leaving an errant braid the only thing visible.
“Hi, baby.” I smiled.
“Daddy, you’re early.” The covers muffled her words.
“I’m right on time, little sneak.” Near the bed, an onesie lay crumbled on the floor. I picked it up. “Did you get a little warm last night?”
She whimpered and flipped the blanket down enough for me to see her pretty face with her pale pink cheeks.
“Come back in two minutes,” she pleaded.
“Well, since we need to get you dressed anyway, how about I stay and we do that?” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Besides, I need to check your bottom.”
“What?” She sat up, and the blanket slipped. She recovered before anything was exposed, unfortunately. “Why?”
“You had a pretty good spanking last night; I want to make sure there was no bruising.”
“It’s fine.” She lay back down and covered her head.
“Well, if you won’t come out, I’ll have to come in.” I walked to the edge of the bed and peeled back the layers. “No wonder you got warm last night.”
“Patrick,” she whined.
“Kylie.” I whined back and pulled at the tucked sheet until a leg came into view. “You have your safe words; you know what to say if you want me to stop.”
She looked up at me.
“Roll over onto your tummy.” My request was met with an eye roll, but she complied, releasing the blanket and turning over.
I peeled back the blankets and stared at my little sneak.
She was breathtaking. My little girl was a beautiful woman.
She had strong athletic legs, but they were slim and shapely.
Her bottom, still rosy from last night’s ministrations, bore the faintest hint of my handprints, like a temporary tattoo marking her as mine.
The curve of her ass was already a permanent fixture in my head.
I rubbed the surface for no other reason than to feel her soft skin against my palm.
“It looks good.”
“Why thank you.” She wiggled her ass.
“I meant no bruising, you little brat.” I chuckled. She giggled, too. I ran my hand up her back and onto her shoulders. She signed and looked back at me, biting her bottom lip.
“Can Daddy have a good morning kiss?”
She rolled onto her back and reached for me.
I lay down next to her and captured those lips with my own.
She’d brushed her teeth; her mouth tasted of mint.
I rolled my tongue around while my hands wandered.
Covering and pinching her breasts. Her body arched into my touch.
I kissed down her neck and across her shoulders.
I captured her right nipple between my lips while palming her left breast. Her curves were all soft and her skin tasted sweet.
My hand continued down her body, over her hips. She spread her legs for me.
Was my little girl wet for me?
I will not be distracted.
I pulled away. Kylie chased after me. I wasn’t ready to let go, but I had an agenda for the day.
“Kylie.” I gripped her shoulders and pressed her down into the mattress.
Hovering over her, she looked so tempting and sweet.
She bit her lip and gave me a look that showed how much she wanted me.
I wanted her too, but not now, not yet. Having her meant never letting her go.
I knew that much. But knowing it wasn’t enough.
There were things between us that needed to be talked about and agreed upon before we went any further.
“I think we are going beyond a good morning kiss, little sneak.” My gaze ran down her body. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Her flat stomach and curvy hips were too tantalizing, and her pussy was fully bare, her lips slightly swollen. My goodness, my little girl was tantalizing.
I kissed her nose, released her, and stood up.
“Clothes.” I huffed. “You need clothes quickly.”
I peeked back at her lounging on the bed. She was confident in her body and rubbed her legs together, warming up the gift she had between those shapely legs.
“Kylie.” I growled, but kept my gaze on her face. It didn’t prevent me from adjusting the bulge in my slacks. I turned and opened the top drawer in the wooden dresser. Bingo. Bra and panty matching sets. I picked out a cute pink and white cotton one with lace trim. “How about these?”
Kylie shifted to the end of the bed and sat with one knee drawn up, chin resting on it, wearing the most adorable, innocent expression. I found myself on my knees in front of her, and she left nothing to my imagination.
I concentrated on one body part at a time. One foot in the leg holes of her panties, followed by the other.
“Hey.”
With a flip to her back, I covered her precious parts with her panties and allowed the oxygen to return to my lungs. The top was a sports bra type garment I placed over her head. She slid her hands into the armholes. Once covered, I grabbed her hand and walked her to the closet.
“What would you like to wear today?” I stared down at her. She had a limited wardrobe. It consisted mostly of work clothes and a few polos, jackets, and slacks with the Quad logo gleaming in gold. She didn’t have any little clothes. We would have to change that, and fast.
She looked equally frustrated.
“How about jeans?” I flipped to the only pair hanging in the clothes.
“Okay.” Her voice sounded so dejected.
I flipped through a few more of her shirts and found a plain white t-shirt. She had a couple of belts hanging up. All standard black and brown, no fun colors. Nothing showing a personality.
“Where’s the dress you wore last night?”
She pointed to the dress hanging up behind us. I pulled the green velvet ribbon off the dress and returned to the bed. Kylie shuffled behind me.
I sat down. She stood between my legs. I held open the jeans for her. “Place your hands on my shoulder so you don’t fall.”
She grinned and stepped into the bottoms. I pulled them up and then placed the shirt over her head.
I pulled her hands through the armholes.
The ribbon slid through the belt loops on the jeans.
A loose tuck on the right side of the shirt allowed me to finish the look off with the green bow sitting near her right hip.
“Go grab your tennis shoes, and I’ll find some socks.” We went our separate ways. In her drawer, more boring items, but I found a pair of white ankle socks and grabbed her hairbrush and a hair tie from the counter in the bathroom.
She came back and flopped onto the bed. Her feet sticking straight out. “What are we doing today?”
“Well, first we are having breakfast at the diner in Quad I.”
“Oh, yummy.” She clapped her hands. “I love their pancakes–but you already know that, don’t you?”
“Yep.” I hated how her smile twisted into a frown. “What's wrong?”
“You know so much about me, and I barely know anything about you.”
“Well, then we will have to change that today.” I bopped her nose. “But you have read my FBI file, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, surprisingly, it’s not that interesting.
” She glared. “Which means you’ve done some shady stuff, and they either left it out or don’t know about it.
And, to requisition military records, you have to show cause, and I didn’t have cause, so I don’t know what you did there, either. ” She shrugged.
“You may ask any question going on in that cute little mind of yours and I will do my best to answer them.”
“Same,” she said immediately and smiled.
Kylie made herself so difficult to resist. But if today went as planned, I would no longer have to resist.
I released her braids, and her hair fell around her shoulders in a sexy, wave pattern. The brush wasn’t necessary.
With her shoes secure on her feet, she hopped down. I grabbed her hand, and we left the apartment.
“It’s probably too late, but I hope Mabel is on duty.” Kylie gripped my arm with her other hand. “She is so nice, and she gives me extra whipped cream without even knowing I’m a little. Do you know Mabel?”
“I know her well.”
“You know everyone’s secrets who works here, don’t you?”
“Curse of the job.”
“Why curse?” She frowned. “If their secrets are really that bad, I imagine they wouldn’t have gotten the job, right?”
“True, but I still have been exposed to some sad stuff. Stuff I’d rather not know about.” I squeezed her hand.
“Is Mabel’s story sad?”
I frowned. “Not my story to tell, but if you spend more time in the diner, she’ll tell you herself.” We stepped into the elevator.
We made our way downstairs, the doors opening on the ground floor. The lobby sprawled out in front of us. Kylie dropped my hand. I took hers back and squeezed it.
“Aren’t you afraid of everyone seeing us?” she whispered.
“Are you ashamed of me?” My hand flew to my chest.
“No.” She rolled her eyes but continued to whisper. “But they’re going to think I’m sleeping with my boss.” Her eyes darted around.
“Would you like me to announce to everyone explaining that we are not fucking... yet.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Nope, that won’t be necessary.” The slight concern made her lip quiver. Where was that confident woman from a few minutes ago? The struggle between her big and little played across her face.
“I promise, it will be okay.” I gave her a reassuring squeeze.
She nodded slightly.
It was a short walk to the diner in the middle of the casino floor.
Our hands swung between us. I wanted people to see us together.
It would spread fast through the staff if it hadn’t already made the rounds from us being together in Quad IV last night.
I didn’t care. We didn’t have a no-fraternizing policy at the casino.
My phone beeped, and I checked it. It was a photo of Kylie and me from one of the security cameras. Not text, just the photo. I opened the messaging app on my phone and typed out a quick message.
Patrick: Fuck off Randall!