Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
I woke up wrapped in the towel and horny as heck. Daddy’s arm rested on my hip. I looked over my shoulder. He sat with his back against the headboard. A tablet in his hand. I flipped over and rest my head against his thigh.
“You finally up, sleepyhead?” He kissed the top of my head.
“Yes, Sir.” I draped my arm across his waist.
“You hungry?”
I nodded. “Can we have more than chicken and veggies?”
“What would you like?” He smiled down at me.
“Chicken Cobb salad.”
He typed out our order on his tablet.
“With extra ranch dressing from Chef George, please.”
“I think that goes without saying, Rayn Drop.” Daddy scooted off the bed. I noticed the clothes folded at the end. They didn’t look like my clothes. I secured the towel and sat up on my knees.
“Let’s get you dressed.” He held up a cute white t-shirt with red and white ties that made a cute bow.
“Whose clothes are these?” I crawled closer.
“I think they belong to you.” He pulled at my towel, and it dropped around my waist. He gathered the shirt and put it over my head. I pushed my arms through the armholes. “I don’t know of any other size small, little girl living here. Do you?”
“You bought these for me?” He held up the red and white polka dot cotton panties. I straighten my legs, and he put them on my feet and shimmied them up my legs. I stepped off the bed and held on to Kyler’s shoulders while he pulled them up. He held out a pair of denim shorts. I stepped into them as well and he pulled them up and button and zipped them. He tied the two straps in a bow just above my belly button. It was sexy, but cute.
“Now, for the most important decision.” He held up three pairs of knee-high socks. One pair was in red, one was in white, and the third was in red and white polka dots.
“Isn’t it obvious, Daddy?” I plucked the polka dot pair out of his hand. He dropped the other two on the bed and snatched them from me. “You do know I can dress myself?” The little voice had disappeared and surprised me. It’s like little Rayna was the real me and adult Rayna blurted nonsense out, demanding to be heard.
Kyler sat next to me. With the socks dangling in his hand.
“I mean, unless you really want to.” Hello again, little Rayna. I put my legs in his lap. He helped me with my socks and then stood up. He didn’t seem angry, but I had broken the playful mood. Well, not me, adult Rayna. She could really be a buzz kill sometimes.
After I got dressed. I hopped off the bed.
“Why don’t you go pick up and dry your toys so they will be ready for your next bath?” He nudged me toward the bathroom. “I need to grab something from my office. I’ll meet you in the living room.” I turned and watched Kyler disappear down the hallway. I picked my ninja case off the side of the tub and dried it off. I loved my new toys. I put them in the cabinet under the sink and put my towel in the hamper. Some phantom housekeeper would pop in on weekends to make the bed, but I could at least pull up the sheets and make them look like they hadn’t been fucked in.
I giggled.
“Rayna.” Kyler’s voice rang from the living room.
“Coming Daddy.” I caught my reflection in the large mirror. My clothes made me look little and feel little, especially the knee highs. I would never wear them out of the house. But in Kyler’s domain, I was his little girl, and no one was going to judge me for it.
I skipped down the hall. Lunch had been set up at the table. Kyler was on the phone. He motioned for me to sit and get started. I sat but then stood back up.
He wasn’t speaking but listening intently. His eyes narrowed.
“Drinks.” I motioned with my hand.
He put the phone on mute.
“What would you like to drink, Daddy?” I walked into the kitchen.
“Water for me, thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled and went back to his call, which quickly put a frown back on his face. I grabbed two bottles of water and sat them on the table.
Some papers I hadn’t noticed before sat next to Kyler’s plate. He motioned for me to start eating. I ate a piece of chicken. It was warm and grilled perfectly. I poured some of my ranch dressing on my salad and mixed it all up.
“Yeah, thanks for the update.” Kyler sat down across from me. “Let me know if you hear anything else.”
He hung up the phone.
“Is everything okay?” I stabbed at my salad to create the perfect bite.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” He sat down and took a sip of water.
I frowned and continued to eat. Kyler ate his salad, but he was distracted. The phone call wasn’t good news.
I sat my fork down.
“Is something wrong with your food?” He asked.
“No.”
“Then why aren’t you eating.” He sat his fork down.
“Nothing.”
“Rayna, if something is bothering you, I need you to tell me.” He scooted his chair back. “Come here.”
I stood and sat on Kyler’s lap. “How can I help if you won’t tell me what’s wrong?”
“Exactly.” I looked up into his eyes. Recognition flashed across his face.
“You are very clever, little one.” Kyle kissed the top of my nose. He tilted me back and kissed me with a loud smack on my lips. It made my insides flip.
“Go finish your lunch.” He tipped me off his lap.
I went back to my seat and ate.
“That call was from Agent Stanley.” Kyler rubbed his beard. “He called to basically tell me there had been no sighting of Albert since the night of the party. If he’s still in the country, he’s lying low, and if he left the country, he didn’t do it by any legit means, so we can’t track him.”
“Maybe he’s forgotten all about us and has moved on to ruin someone else’s life.” I hadn’t thought about him or what had almost happened to me. “Although I hope we catch him, because I don’t want him to hurt anyone else, either.”
“I agree.” He absently ate a piece of chicken. “I just hate to keep you cooped up here all the time. Theres so much I want to show my little girl, but right now it’s not safe.”
“I understand. I don’t mind being cooped up here.” I waved a hand in the air. “There are worse placed to hide out in than the penthouse in the most amazing hotel in all of Vegas.”
“You, little girl.” Kyler leaned over. “Have a great attitude.” He kissed me and leaned back.
He took out a stapled set of documents and moved them next to me.
“So, this is a contract that all the couples who are members of Quad IV sign. We offer them templates and let them edit as necessary. I would like for you to read it on your own and then we can talk about any questions you have.”
I nodded and skimmed over the first page.
“The fifth page, has a list of where we can designate our limits.”
I nodded and turned to page five. My face immediately grew hot. I skimmed down the list. “Some of these things I don’t even know what they are.”
“Okay.” Kyler chuckled. “Ask me and I’ll try my best to define them.”
“Or, I could google them.” I looked around, wondering where I’d left my phone.
“Probably not a good idea.” Kyler flipped the page. “For some of these, once you see them, you can’t unsee them.”
“Good point.” I turned to the last page. It was titled rules with blank lines.
“Page seven is where we talk about rules, limits specific to our relationship, and preferences.” Kyler tilted his head. It was the part that most concerned me, and he knew it.
“What if my preferences don’t align with yours?” I ask the question we both were wondering.
Kyler’s former littles were just that, little. Now we were going to put it all down on paper. It had me fidgeting in my seat and doubting everything. I return to my salad and shove a big bite in my mouth. I took my time chewing.
Kyler set the contract to the side. He had a pen and a legal pad.
“First of all, I believe we are compatible.” He leveled me with a stare. “Do you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I spoke with my mouth full. I covered my mouth with my napkin.
“So then, we start from there.” He picked up the pen. “I know you’re concerned my former little was younger than you, and some of the things I enjoy about the dynamic, may not traditionally be associated with your middle’s age. I think the key is making sure my preferences don’t undermine your little and vice versus.”
“My little doesn’t over mine your Daddy .” I giggled.
“Exactly.” Kyler smiled. “Very well said, Rayn Drop.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“So, to start, I love when you call me Daddy.” Kyler tapped the pen on the table. “So, a rule would be, when we are alone, I would like you to address me as Daddy and when we are in general public, Kyler, or Sir if appropriate.”
“Okay. I like that rule.”
“Great.” He wrote it down in a shorthand. “Now, you think of one.”
I leaned my head back and thought but couldn’t think of what to say to not infringe on Kyler’s as my Daddy. “Can I pass?”
“No, but I’ll help you out if you like,” he said.
I leaned forward. “Yes, please.”
“Okay, let’s take this morning as a good one. I enjoy picking out your clothes and dressing you.” He set the pen down. “I got the feeling it didn’t make you feel little. It made you feel uncomfortable. Do you want to explain to me why?”
“Well . . .”
“We are discussing our relationship, Rayna; there’s no right or wrong answer.” He reached his hand out. I put mine in his and instantly felt better.
“I love this outfit and love the socks, but I also like to shop and for a second, I thought I would not be allowed to shop for myself.” I took a breath.
Kyler’s lips pursed, and he nodded. “I would never take something away from you that you enjoy.”
I smiled.
“As long as it’s important to you, it’s important to me.” He squeezed my hand. “As long as we talk about these things, then we avoid conflicts in the future.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “But in case you weren’t aware, I like orgasms, too Daddy and you took them away from me.” I fake pouted.
“For 24 hours.” Kyler growled.
I shoved a fork full of lettuce in my mouth to keep from laughing.
“And, now I’m even more convinced that it’s the perfect punishment for my little Ninja.”
“Daddy.” I scrunched up my face.
He chuckled.
We discuss the rest of the contract, adding more rules while we finished lunch. Once completed, I placed our dishes in the kitchen, one of my rules.
“How are your typing skills, little girl?” Kyler stood up and stretched.
“Fast.” I leaned over the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room.
“I have a few calls I need to make.” I picked up the contract. “I’ll give you a laptop to use so you can type off the rules and once complete, print them out and sign the contract.”
“And, then what will we do?” I walked back into the living room and followed him down the hall to his office.
He punched in the code and the door released. The light came on. Kyler ushered me in and closed the door behind us. He pointed me to the couch, grabbed his laptop, and brought it to me.
He scanned his finger on the sensor, and the computer came to life.
“Let me know if you need any help or can’t read my handwriting.” He tapped me on the nose and walked back over to his desk and sat down. The phone on his desk rang two seconds after he was settled.
“Kyler here.”
I watched him for a minute. His face became stoic and still. The easy-going nature or joy in his eyes were gone. It was like his business persona was a completely different person. He wondered why people were afraid of him. Wait, no, he wasn’t. I was worried. If they could see the sweet and caring man I got to see. On second thought, I kind of liked being the only one who saw him in that manner.
He knocked on his desk. I blinked and looked up. He pointed to the computer on my lap.
I giggled and started concentrating on the rules.
So much for thinking he wasn’t paying attention. Maybe I could make this fun.
I sat the computer on one end of the couch and laid down with my legs facing him. I wiggled my ass and typed away. He continued his conversation. I kicked my legs back and forth, still no reaction.
I finished typing and opened a new document. I pretended to think while I reached into the legs of my shorts as if my panties were riding up. I ran my finger through the seam and pulled. They snapped back, and it echoed throughout the room. I looked over my shoulder. Kyler’s eyes bore into me.
“Get back to me on that ASAP.” He hung up the phone and interlocked his fingers on top of his desk. “You finished?”
“Typing up the rules?” I pushed off the couch and brought the laptop to him. “Yep.”
“I meant, are you finished teasing Daddy while he is working?” He turned the laptop around and tapped a few buttons. The printer behind his desk sprang to life.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” I bit my lip.
He harrumphed and swung around to grab the printed document.
He added it to the stack of the other papers and put them both in front of me and handed me a pen.
I poised to sign.
“Read it, first.”
“I already read it.”
“Read it again.” He pointed to the documents. I sighed and grabbed the papers. I collapsed in the chair behind me and tried to concentrate on the document in front of me, but it was hard with Kyler staring at me.
I dropped the paperwork.
“You’re not finished.” He leaned forward.
“I can’t read with you staring at me like that.” My leg bobbed up and down.
“Perhaps you’d like to read it naked.” He smirked.
Heat pooled between my legs. Oh yes.
“While standing in the corner.” He frowned.
Oh no.
I rolled my eyes and picked up the papers again. I read every word.
Kyler chuckled and got on another phone call.