Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
I had so many questions, but I had to calm down.
It’s bad enough—with no regard for her own safety, that she had gone on a drinking binge in my apartment and made herself sick. I had to give the housekeeper a tip for cleaning up that mess. Now, she was dressed in a barely there sundress and flip-flops. A thin sweater draped over her arm.
But the last draw was the suitcase. With Santorini out there looking for her, she was going to do what? Jump in a cab to the airport or God knows where. Like Santorini didn’t have people staked out waiting to spot her and take her out.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My question came out harsher than I intended.
She gasped again. Her little noises going straight to my cock. My anger at her wanting to leave me did nothing to damp my deep-seated need to have her.
“I,” she looked around.
We weren’t alone. We stood in the hallway of our main offices on the fourth floor. As soon as Patrick texted me, she was on the elevator, I had security stop the car.
“Answer me, Rayna.” I crossed my arms across my chest.
She stepped forward, pushing her shoulders back, and copied my movement.
“I can’t sit around here doing nothing.” The child like lilt to her voice gone. She sounded mature and grown up. It was a front. Like this was the persona she portrayed to the rest of the world, but it was not appropriate for me. “I have to go back to Jersey and get a job and salvage what I can from this wasted summer.”
I dropped my arms.
“And, you obviously don’t want me around —"
I didn’t give her a chance to finish that sentence. I grip her biceps and pull her to me. Her body crashing into mine.
“Come here.” I drag her into the conference room.
My executive team looked around, stunned at the interruption. “Get the fuck out, now!”
The team scattered. I caught Josh’s amused expression, but ignored him, and everyone else except the woman in front of me.
As soon as we were alone, I let go of her arm and rubbed a hand over my beard.
How could she think I didn’t want her?
Because you’ve been ignoring her for days, you fucking idiot. She had tried many times to get your attention.
Waking up early, dressing in a way to get my attention. She knew those fucking knee-high socks turned me on. Her little stunt yesterday was a textbook bratty, little, screaming for her Daddy to pay attention to her.
I had stayed away because I thought it was what was best for her.
I paced in front of her. Peeking at her as she assessed the situation. She was dissolving into little space and fighting herself every step of the way.
“Kyler,” Her little had won. “It’s okay.” She stepped forward and gripped my arm. “I know. You don’t have time for me or anyone.” She looked around the room. “I’m not little enough or girly enough or,” she searched for the right word, “not the right anything.” She held up her arm. Tears formed in her eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me, anyway, but I can’t stay. It will hurt too much.”
She bit her lip and laid her head on my chest.
“No.” I whispered.
“Bye, Bye.” She mumbled something under her breath. It sounded a lot like Daddy.
I caught her hand as it slid off my arm. I pulled her back toward me. Held her to me.
“No!” I growled in her ear.
She gasped. I spun her around and my lips crashed on hers. She fought against me. Her arms pushed at me, her mouth closed tight, and I coaxed her lips apart with my tongue. Her body stiffened against mine. I wrapped a hand around the front of her neck. She stilled and submitted. Just like that. Her body went limp. Her lips parted and she let me in.
I walked us toward the conference table and pushed her onto her back.
I cradled her head and plunge my tongue into her mouth and rocked my body against hers. She arched up into me, seeking the physical connection.
“How could you think I don’t want you?” I ground my cock into the valley between her thighs. The heat of her worked through my slacks, soaking into my skin. Her little dress gathered around her waist. “I want all the little pieces of you. Every side of you.”
I kissed her hard, bruising her mouth. I reach between us and cup her pussy. She’d soaked her panties. Her little hips rocking against my hand.
“You d-don’t k-know me.” She stuttered as my index finger tapped her clit.
“I want to get to know you.” I pushed her panties aside and slid my fingers through her slick folds. “Inside and out.”
“Oh, Daddy.” Her nails dug into my side.
“That’s right, baby.” I pinched her clit. “Come for Daddy.”
“Oh, my god.” She screamed. I was sure the whole floor heard us. “Oh, oh, oh.”
“That’s my good girl.”
She blinked and focused on me. The cutest little grin turning up the corner of her mouth. I kissed her. I removed my fingers from her heat and brought them to my lips.
Fuck me. “You tasted so good, my little Ninja.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She sang, grinning.
My cock ached to be inside of her. I unbuckled my slacks. I wanted her. All of her. Right here and right fucking now. But I couldn’t take her. Not for her first time on a conference table. I wanted it to be good for her. Good for us. But I couldn’t walk around, like I was, now. I push her panties to the side. Her pussy was so wet.
“Daddy?” She bit her lip.
I released my cock and nestled it snug between her pussy lips. I rock my hips and slide through her slickness.
“It’s okay, baby.” I cupped her cheek. “I’m not going to take you now, but Daddy, needs a release too, or he’s going to explode.”
I rock my hips against her. She followed my lead.
“Is that okay, baby?” I cradled her head and kissed her cheek.
She pulled me into her. “It’s okay, Daddy.”
“Thank you, Rayn Drop.”
Rayna grunted as my cock tapped her clit. She shuddered. She was close. She was so responsive sexually. “Daddy, I’m going to.”
“Do it, baby.” I slammed against her. “Come for me again.”
I wrapped a hand around her throat. Her body stilling, as she exploded again. Her pussy twitched against my cock.
I stood up, holding her panties to the side. I stared at her slick little pussy, all red and swollen, jacking off. With a roar, I came all over her stomach and dress.
The sticky cream spattered against her pale skin. She pushed herself up. I grabbed her, wrapped my arms around her. I held her tightly against me.
“Daddy.” She clung to my torso.
“Yeah, Rayn Drop.” I leaned back and kissed her nose.
“You got me all sticky.” She giggled.
“I guess Daddy will have to take you back upstairs and clean you up.” I kiss the top of her head. “That is, unless you still want to leave.”
“Well, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.” She rolled her eyes.
I put my cock back in my pants.
“You’re still hard.” She hopped off the table.
“Seems to be permanent since I’ve met you.” I adjusted myself. This would get me down the hall at least.
“Silly Daddy.”
“Come here, Rayna.” I pulled out a chair and sat down and pulled her onto my lap. She wiggled against my cock. “Be still. We need to talk.”
She sighed.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” I kissed her cheek. “Truth is, I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“I wanted you, too.” She stared up at me.
“You’re so young and I got it in my head that this might be some sort of fantasy for you, but life is not a fantasy.” I cupped her cheek. “We are not a fantasy.”
“I know.”
“And, I don’t play Daddy.” My heart pounded in my chest. “It is how I’m wired. It’s who I am. It’s the lifestyle I’ve chosen and if you want to be with me, you have to be all in as my little girl and at whatever age that makes you feel comfortable. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I think so.” She furrowed her brow.
“It’s okay if you don’t. We will talk about it. I will learn about your little, and you will learn about my role as Daddy.”
She raised her hand.
“Yes, Ms. Rayn Drop.”
“I have a question.” She leaned in. “What if I don’t know a lot about my little? I mean, I’ve never thought of the way I acted as being big or little, I’m just who I am. But I most definitely identify as a little.”
“Well, thank you for sharing her with me.” I kissed her bare shoulder.
“All the time . . .” She narrowed her eyes. “Even during sex.” She whispered the last word. “I mean, isn’t that weird?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not weird. Unless you think it’s weird that it turns me on.”
“I don’t think it’s weird.” She shook her head.
“To me, it means you trust me and you feel safe to be yourself even when we’re intimate.” How the fuck did I get so lucky?
“Intimate.” She cringed.
“Or times when your tight little pussy is coming all over my hard cock.” I pinched her cheek.
“Daddddy.” Her eyes grew wide. I laughed.
“Any other questions at the moment?” I squeeze one of her pigtails. She shakes her head no. “Ok, then we are going to go back upstairs and clean up.”
She nods.
“Then we are going to have something to eat because you have not eaten today.” I patted her behind. “And, then we are going to discuss your punishment.”
Her eye grew wide. “Punishment?”
“What did I tell you about leaving the apartment?” I pushed her off my lap and stood her between my legs.
She stared at the ground.
I grabbed her sweater off the table and helped her put it on. The black sweater was longer than the cum stained dress.
“Rayna,” I lifted her chin. “What did I say?”
“Don’t leave the apartment without you.” She pouted.
“Right.” I took her hand and kissed it. “And, what about the little champagne and pizza party you had not only in the living room, but the result of your behavior in my bathroom?”
“You didn’t say not to have a champagne and pizza party in the living room.” She held her stomach. “And the party in your bathroom was punishment enough. Yuck.”
I turned to keep from laughing out loud in front of her.
We walked back into the hallway. Rayna huddled close to me.
People went about their business. A few smiled at her.
“Did they hear me, you know?” She whispered.
“I doubt it,” I kissed the top of her head. “But if they did, they are too polite to embarrass you about it.”
Josh and Patrick stood near the elevator.
“Hi Rayna.” Josh smiled down at her. “I’m happy that you have decided to stay with us for a little while longer.”
Except for Josh. The prick.
“Yes. I have decided to stay.” She smiled back.
Joan stepped out of her office.
“Cancel the rest of my day.” I squeezed Rayna’s hand. “And, have Chef George fix us some grilled chicken and whatever steamed veggies he has on the menu tonight.”
“Yes, sir.” Joan typed away on the tablet in the crook of her arm.
“Veggies.” Rayna’s nose crinkled.
“It’s not pizza, and a three-hundred-dollar bottle of champagne, but it will still be tasty.” I pulled Rayna into the elevator.
“Th-three h-hundred.” She stared up at me. “That bottle cost three hundred dollars.”
“Yes.”
She frowned.
“Don’t worry.” I whispered. “I’ll figure out a way for you to pay me back.