Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
D olls and stuffies.
Geez.
I took the dishes, he sat on the counter and put them in the sink. I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and grabbed the dishwashing liquid and stood back up.
“Rayna?”
“Yeah.” I plugged the sink with a stopper, pour some liquid soap in the sink and turned on the water.
“What kind of things does your little like doing?” He stared at me with those gray eyes, and I did my best to ignore him. His eyes were like weird tractor beams and apparently lie detectors. I must avoid them at all costs during my stay.
“Those things sound fun.” No, they didn’t.
I watched the sink fill up. I reached into the water to grab a plate.
“Wait!” He yelled.
I didn’t wait.
“Ouch.” I pulled my hand away. The water scalded my skin. “Owwweee.” I shook my hand out.
In two seconds, Kyler was by my side.
“Easy. Here,” He grabbed my hand, switching the water to cold. Testing it before pushing my hand under the faucet.
“That hurts.” I blinked the tears out of my eyes. It was just a burn, nothing to cry about. I would not hold up well to torture.
“I know.” He stood behind me. As the cool water soothed the burn, I noticed his body pressed up against me. “Give it a few minutes to cool down.”
“It still hurts.” I leaned back against him.
“I know, sweetheart.” He rubbed my back with one hand while holding my hand under the cool spray with the other.
He was warm against me. I could fall into his arms and have him rock me to sleep. I blinked and scooted to my left.
“It feels fine, now.” I pull my hand away and dried it off on a towel.
“Let me see it.” Concern etched across his facial features. He held my wrist and inspected my hand. His touch was so gentle, so careful. It made my tummy flip.
“It will be fine.” My hand throbbed and turned an angry red color. I tried to pull away, but Kyler wouldn’t let go.
“Be still.” His booming voice settled my stomach. His touch soothed and scared me. I backed away from him.
“Really, it’s fine.” I yanked my hand back, and it slammed against the counter. “Shit.”
“Rayna.” He frowned and followed me out of the kitchen. “Why are you running away from me?”
“I’m not.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” My hand throbbed, but his disappointed look hurt worse.
Kyler shook his head and went back into the kitchen.
I knew it. I was too much for him to take and not the type of little he was used to. He was looking for a cute little who liked tea parties and frilly dresses.
Cut-off shorts and crop top t-shirts were more my vibe. My secret identity was more ninja and less princess. My favorite stuffie was a penguin with spectacles named Sherlock. I’d rather watch anime than cartoons.
“What’s that pout for?” Kyler sat next to me on the couch, holding an ice pack in his palm.
I placed my hand on the pack. He wrapped the ends around my hand and held it on his thigh.
I peeked into his eyes, and I sang like a canary.
“I’m not a girly little. Pink bows and Mary Janes aren’t my style.”
“Not a big surprise, Ninja Rayn Drop.” He grinned.
He’d called me that before.
“And, Sherlock and I don’t have tea parties.” I sank back onto the couch. “I’m not a My Little Pony kind of little. I like Naruto.”
“Who’s Sherlock and what’s Naruto?” He asked.
“Sherlock is my penguin stuffie.” I answered, but then sat up, my back ramrod straight. “OMG, you don’t know Naruto?”
Kyler shook his head.
“It’s like the coolest ninja anime ever. It’s about this ninja named Naruto and he’s so misunderstood, but he wants to be the leader of his village, but no one around him sees his potential. And, he’s keeping a huge secret, which I won’t tell you about, but he and his friends all have special skills and must fight for acceptance and respect and . . .” My voice trailed off.
“Why’d you stop?” He leaned against the couch.
“That’s not the type of little you like.” I picked at the couch cousin.
“And, why are you concerned about what type of little I like?” He nudged my knee.
I shrugged.
I peeked up at him. He smiled. I looked away.
“Awe, Rayn Drop.” He took my good hand. “Truth is, since I saw you in the lobby with your shoes untied, dragging that huge suitcase behind you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” I tilted my head.
“Really.” He squeezed my hand, and the warmth spread through his fingers into mine. “Then I saw you at the party in that dress with your hair with the gazillion pins in it.”
I shook my head. My hair was teased up to the ceiling. I could feel the weight of it on my shoulders now.
“You pulled each one of those pins out of my hair one by one and it didn’t even hurt.” I bit my lip. “My little comes out when I’m inebriated, too. Apparently.”
He laughed.
“I don’t drink much.”
“I thought so,” he rubbed his beard. “What was the glass of wine about earlier?”
“I figured it was what people my age drink when they are having dinner with a hot guy.” I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Hot guy, huh.” He rubbed his stomach. I stared, hoping to find a hint of those abs I caught a glimpse of earlier. We sat in silence for a few seconds. My hand throbbed, but it paled in comparison to the way my heart raced.
“Didn’t you promise me a tour?” I changed the subject.
“I did.” He stood up. “How does your hand feel?”
“Cold.” I shrugged.
He lifted the ice pack. “Wiggle your fingers.”
I wiggled them. They were sore but not painful.
“You think you can keep the pack on and walk at the same time?” He teased me.
“I’ll give it a try.” I nodded.
Kyler helped me off the couch. Walking me through the house.
The kitchen, living room and dining room were one big room separated by half walls and an island. The masculine brown and beige color theme ran throughout the main room. Behind the kitchen was a small hallway and some stairs, which led to a large game room with a pool table, poker table and a bar along one side. Kyler pressed a button on a keypad near the far wall and it disappeared, revealing an outdoor patio and pool.
“Wow.” I walked to the side of the pool. Stooped down and put my good hand in the water. It was cold. “This is amazing.”
“I’m happy you like it.” Kyler walked over to the edge and placed his hands on the four-foot concrete railing. “Come check out the view.”
I walked toward him but stopped a few feet away.
“Come closer.” He motioned.
“I’m good right here.” My heart raced and the blood running through my veins made my hand throb.
He looked over my shoulder.
“What kind of ninja is afraid of heights?” He turned.
“One who knows her limits.” I rocked on my heels.
“Take one step.” He motioned for me to come forward. “Come on. I promise. I got you.”
He was hard to resist. I took one step toward him.
He took my hand and pulled.
“No, no.” I shut my eyes.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around. “I got you, Rayn Drop.” He kissed the side of my head. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
We stepped forward, and my front connected with the railing. Kyler leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Open your eyes.”
I shook my head from side to side.
“Hey,” He cradled my hand across my chest. The other hand he guided to hold the railing. “Open your eyes, stubborn girl.”
I peeked with one eye. The lights of Vegas made a spectacular sight in front of the sunset. “Oh, gosh.” I flexed my fingers.
Kyler removed his hand.
“No, don’t let me go.” He gripped my hand and interlaced our fingers.
“Never.” He whispered in my ear.
My heart flipped and skipped a beat.
I looked over the railing. The Quadrangle hotels sat below. Each four pillars surrounded a common area in the middle with shops and restaurants.
I settled back against him.
“You own all of this?” I asked.
“My family does.” He answered.
His other hand snaked around my waist.
“With your three brothers?”
“You did some research.” He nodded. “Chandler, who you met, he lives on the top floor of Quad IV.” He pointed both our hands in the direction of the smaller of the four buildings.
“Randall is in Quad II.”
“We’re in Quad III and Tyler has a place on the top floor of Quad I,” He placed our hands back on the railing. “But he’s rarely here.”
“Where does he live?”
“In our family home in New York City.” We step away from the railing and walk the length of the pool. He interlaces his fingers with mine. We entered through another door and walked down another hallway. “Here’s the gym. He flipped on the lights for me to see. It had four high-tech pieces of equipment and two treadmills and an elliptical machine facing the windows.
“Do you work out?” He asked.
“Of course.” I dropped his hand and flexed my biceps. “A ninja must always be in shape. You never know when we have to spring into action.” I winked at him. He chuckled. His laugh warmed my heart. It was deep and bold. When he laughed at my jokes, it was like he hadn’t allowed himself to laugh in a long time.
A bench and weights sat along a mirrored wall. My reflection looked off. I brushed back my windblown hair and pinched my cheeks to get some color in them. My eyes looked tired and my clothes fit baggy on me. I pulled at my shorts and walked out into the hallway.
“You okay?” He called after me.
“Yeah,” I went to the next door. “What’s in here?”
“My dungeon.”
“Cool.” I blinked. “Wait, what?” I spin around as his words hit me.
“I’m just kidding.” He opened the door. Shelves full of boxes and paper products covered each surface. “Just storage. Wanted to see if you were paying attention.”
I shook my head at him.
He took my hand again. “The dungeon’s in Quad IV.”
His phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket.
“Hello.” I walk up the steps. He guided me with a hand on my lower back.
Dungeon, huh?
Is Kyler more of a Daddy or a Dom? My dream dominant was a mix of both. Although I had little experience with either. I was a submissive, but not quite sure if it constituted age play. My personality as a little had nothing to do with having a Daddy. It was me. There were so many books out about the Daddy/little dynamic and I gravitated towards the one where the littles were their true selves all the time. But it was hard to live in the real world, like the littles in those books, alone.
Being a middle was my everyday personality, and when it came to kink, I was open to exploring all of it. If I had to commit to one kink for the rest of my life, I’d die of boredom.
No, thank you.
“Get it done.” Kyler huffed. “No more excuses.”
Mean Daddy.
He hung up the phone and reached out for my arm.
“What did you just say?” He pulled me back to him.
“Nothing Kyler.” I emphasized his name. I was not about to call him Daddy out loud. Not when he was in a bad mood. I was curious about Kyler’s Dom side, but did not want to be on the receiving end of Daddy’s wrath.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
“What?” I grinned.
He turned his attention to the keypad on the door.
“Give me six numbers you will remember. Not your birthday, too easy.” He punched in a bunch of numbers and the door opened.
“Why?”
He punched in another sequence of number and the keypad beeped and the two little lights turned green.
“Because I said so.”
“Not fair.” I huffed. “You can’t use typical Daddy reasons. You’re not my Daddy.”
“Yet.”
I stepped back and blinked.
“Numbers.” He turned to me. “Six that you can remember.”
“007099.” He punched my numbers in the keypad and the green lights flashed. The keypad beeped in quick succession.
Kyler shut the door.
“Enter the numbers.”
I punched in the code.
007099
The door opened with a whoosh.
Kyler placed a hand on my lower back and guided me inside the room. When he shut the door behind us, it locked with a thud.
“Now, no one knows the code except you and me.” He stepped behind his desk. “If anything happens or you feel unsafe, you come in here and close the door. It only locks from the outside. You can always get out once you’re in.”
“What is this like, a panic room or something?” I rubbed my chest and willed myself to breathe.
“Yep.” He tapped a few keys on his laptop, but didn’t elaborate.
It only made me want to learn more.