Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
O h, my goodness. That didn’t sound ominous at all.
Sexy Daddy
Orgasm giving Daddy
Hot Hard Daddy
I covered my mouth before the giggle erupted. My fingers gripped his muscular biceps my feet bounced up and down involuntarily. This must be what insanely happy feels like.
Kyler wanted me. He’d kissed me, devoured me. Touched, and tasted me. He wanted me. And, I wanted him too.
Punishing Daddy.
I blinked, my body going still.
He rubbed the hand on his biceps and leaned over and kissed the side of my head.
He wouldn’t really punish me. I pouted. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, so how bad could a punishment be?
He said we’d clean up, eat and talk first. Maybe I could stall, and he’d forget about the punishment.
Technically, whatever transgressions I did, happened when I thought he didn’t like me. I should only be punished for rules he set as my Daddy.
I nodded.
It was settled. From now on, I would be on my best behavior.
I squeeze his hand. The elevator stopped on the top floor. Kyler and I stepped out and walked down the hall together.
“My suitcase.” I turn back to the elevator.
“It’s already here.” Kyler pointed. There it was, in front of Kyler’s door.
Patrick.
“How did he know I was coming back?” I asked.
Kyler opened the door, dragging my suitcase in the house toward his room.
The pillow nest had been restacked and his bed neatly made. The bathroom disaster had disappeared. The housekeeper had already cleaned up my mess. I vaguely remember how I had left it with all his pretty decorative towels on the floor, the bathmat crammed into the tiny trash can.
“I’m sorry about the mess.” My eyelashes batted and my lips pouted on their own. I was pulling out every little trick in the book to get out of what was coming.
“I know, sweetheart.” Kyler unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it in the hamper next to the shower stall.
“Can we take a bath?” I loved baths but never got to enjoy them. My apartment back at school only had a shower.
“Not today.” He reached into the shower, turned on the water, and adjusted the knobs until he got the right temperature. “We have more pressing matters to attend to today.”
“Yeah, I am kind of hungry.” I rubbed my tummy and pretended not to know what he was talking about.
Kyler smirked and my insides flipped. I wasn’t fooling him.
He removed my sweater and threw it in the hamper. He gathered the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head.
I covered my chest with my arms.
“You don’t need to hide from Daddy.” He cupped my cheek.
“My boobs are too small.” I whisper.
He leaned in and kissed me. I lifted my head to deepen the kiss. He pulled back. “Your tits are perfect.”
He kissed me again and pushed my hands away and cupped one of my tits. I shudder. His palm caressed my nipples. They were beaded and ached. He grabbed it between his fingers and twisted. The sensation sent a shot of pleasure straight between my legs. Kyler leaned over the rise of my breast. His tongue moved down and captured my hard nipple in his mouth. I arched my chest and grabbed the back of his neck.
He switched to the other breast. I didn’t realize how sensitive my breasts were. While he worshipped my boobs, he peels my wet panties down my legs.
I step out of them. He released my nipples with a pop.
“Okay, in the shower you go.” He nudged me forward.
I pulled the elastic band out of one of the ponytails.
“Let me do that.” Kyler removed the other tie and ran his hand through my hair.
“In you go.” He unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his boxer briefs down his legs. “You’re staring, little girl.”
“I can’t help it.” I sigh, and step into the shower.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He steps in after me. “This shower isn’t about sex, it’s to get you clean.”
“Yeah, Daddy.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Nothing sexy about that at all.”
He chuckled and moved me under the spray. Then he turned on the knob on the opposite wall. I look around the stall, noticing five or six other shower heads at different angles and different heights and one big one in the ceiling.
Kyler followed my gaze. He smiled and grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up with shower gel. He rubbed it all over me, taking his time massaging every inch. Kyler didn’t miss a spot. He rubbed the cloth between my legs. It got me worked up all over again. Once we were all soaped up. Kyler held me to him.
“You ready?” He reached behind me and pushed a button. “Hold on.”
I yelp and grab Kyler around the waist as the water poured down over us. A steady downpour covered us both, washing the soap, and the evidence of our releases down the drain.
I leaned against him, letting the deluge lull me into peace. I felt safe in Daddy’s arms.
A few minutes later, Kyler turned off the water.
“No, Daddy.” I reached for the knob to turn it back on. It was like we were standing inside of a rainstorm.
“We can enjoy the shower more later.” He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me drying me off.
“Bath time and shower time.” I huffed. “We have a lot to do.”
“We do.” He kissed my neck. My skin tingled. “Good thing we have all the time in the world.” He said it so matter of fact like we had a future.
“But you don’t have time for a little?” His own words echoed in my head.
“We will talk about that and many other things over dinner.” He wraps a towel around his waist and continues drying me off. “Let’s get you dressed.”
We walked back out to the bedroom. My suitcase laying open on his bed. He flipped through my clothes and frowned. He picked out a t-shirt with the word dangerous written across the front in pink glitter, with a pair of plaid cotton shorts and pink and white striped knee-high socks.
With a flick of Kyler’s fingers, my towel dropped to the ground around my feet
I didn’t have time to panic over being completely naked in front of him again. Kyler quickly dressed me in the clothes he picked out for me. He pretended not to look, but the tent in his towel made me giddy.
I reached out to cup his cock, but he moved my hand away.
“We have time for that later, too.” Kyler picked me up, walked me into his room and laid me down on the bed.
“I love these!” He gathered one sock in his hand and slipped it over my toe before rolling them up my legs. He does the same with the other and then kisses the top of my legs and patted my thighs. “So cute. Sit tight.”
“In storage, I have them in so many cute colors.” I drew my legs up and sat crossed legged on his bed with my chin in my hand.
“Why didn’t you bring them?” He asks as he disappears back into the bathroom.
“I didn’t have enough room.” My knees bobbed up and down. “I didn’t think I’d have many occasions to wear them.”
“You can wear them all the time.” Kyler returned wearing grey sweatpants. They hung lower on his hips. His flat stomach emphasizes the v shape of his torso, that led to his perfect penis.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Your perfect penis.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.
He chuckled and came toward me. Kyler stands in front of me, slid his hands under my butt, and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. My chest pressed against his. Everywhere our bodies touched, warmth seeped into my soul. He cradled me in his arms and once again, the feeling of safety and comfort, overwhelm my senses. I laid my head on his shoulder and hummed.
“You good, my little Rayn Drop?” He rubbed my back.
“Yes, Daddy.” So good.
“I love hearing you call me that.” He nuzzled my neck, nipping at my skin. I giggle and squirm in his arms. He carried me into the main room. Where two covered plates sat awaiting our arrival.
“I’m going to grab us something to drink.” Kyler sat me down on one of the chairs and kissed the top of my head.
The food smelled good. I lifted the covers. It was chicken breast with the grill marks that looked so perfect; like they were painted on. The vegetables were Brussels sprout which I loved. They smelled kind of sweet. There was even a small bowl of ranch dressing. I had tried each restaurant’s version of my favorite condiment since I’ve been here, and Chef George’s was the best. My mouth watered.
Kyler came back and sat down a glass full of ice and amber liquid. He added a pink straw.
I reached for the glass with both hands and took a sip.
“Apple juice.” Yummy. It was super cold like I like it. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You are welcome, sweetheart.” He reached for my plate but paused. “Would you like me to cut your chicken for you?”
“Yes, please.” I nodded and sipped my juice. “Do you like doing stuff like that?”
“I do,” he cut the chicken in cubed shapes. “But I’m more concerned about understanding what your little likes.”
“It’s not something a middle would need, right?” I pouted. He placed my plate back in front of me.
“Rayna, your little,” he smoothed down his beard and shook his head. “You can like whatever you like. We get to make up the rules of our relationship.” He tapped the side of my place. “Now eat.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I picked up a piece of chicken, dipped it in the ranch and popped it into my mouth. “But you have some preferences, too. Right? If there’s something you want me to try. I want to try.”
“Okay.”
“Except for diapers.” I picked up a piece of Brussels sprout and tasted it. The sweet sauce exploded on my tongue.” I moaned. “These are so good.”
“We will have to let Chef know.” He smirked.
“Oh, yes.” I nodded. “I’d love to meet everyone that has been feeding me all this time.”
“That can be arranged.” Kyler ate properly with his utensils.
I wiped my hands on my napkin and picked up my fork.
Kyler watched me.
“Stop looking at me.” I awkwardly stabbed the food with my fork and dipped it in ranch and brought it to my mouth.
“I can’t help it.” He smiled. “You’re too cute. I can’t look away.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Why are you using your fork now?” He asked.
“Because it’s polite.” I stabbed a Brussels sprout, but it slid off the plate. “Although food taste so much better when you eat it with your fingers. It’s a scientific fact.”
“Is that so?” He leaned forward and plucked the fork out of my hand. “Well then, by all means. Eat like a monkey.”
I giggle and dig into my dinner.
“I love it when you try so hard to please me.” Kyler sipped his beer. “But you know what I really enjoy.”
“What?”
“When you’re being yourself.” He reached over and pinched my chin. “Okay?”
“Okay.” I smiled. “But I’m pretty weird, Daddy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”