Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
J osh went on and on about expenses relating to a renovation on a property we’d acquired in Paris. He was heading out there in a few weeks to oversee the process. I picked up on half of what he said. He was the one who insisted on these daily check-ins. He has an irrational fear of anyone taking advantage of me, including himself.
He forever didn’t think he was qualified for the job I gave him or the responsibility I bestowed on him in a role equal to my brothers in authority and fifth behind the four of us in value. I trusted him implicitly.
“I thought I’d pop over before the family dinner in two weeks and then go back for the finish.” Josh said.
I grunted.
“Am I keeping you from something important?” He asked.
“The most important.”
Rayna looked up. I winked at her, and she smiled and went back to reading.
“You and Rayna are getting along?” He asked.
“Better than expected.” I stood up and paced near the window. The sun was low in the sky.
“You bringing her to dinner?”
“If it’s safe, then yeah.” I nodded.
“We could do it in a suite instead of on the casino floor.” Josh added. “I’ll arrange it and let the guys know. Any special request? Warnings to be on our best behavior?”
“Thank you.” I peered down into the courtyard that separates the Quadrangle Towers. I waited for the moment I would look at what I built with a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mostly, I felt trepidation and a sense of impending doom. I had been obsessed for so long with protecting my father’s legacy. It was my sole focus, for the simple reason that failing my dad’s company meant I failed my brothers and Josh, too. I didn’t do it completely for them, but now I want to do something for myself. I deserved it. I deserved her.
I turned back and found Rayna watching me. She hopped up off the chair and bounced on her feet. All the doom went away when I look into her eyes. She stood and wrapped her arms around my waist. I bent down and lifted her in my arms.
“I finished reading it, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Any questions?” I nuzzled her neck. She smelled like the vanilla soap I washed her with.
“Nope.” She pressed her chest into me. “It’s all good.” I carried her over to the desk and sat her down. Handing her a pen. She leaned over and signed the two copies of the contract. I did the same. I gathered the papers and slid them on a tray at the corner of my desk. “If we ever need to make changes, we know where it is. Okay?”
“Okay.” I reached around her, but she pushed me back and looked up at me. “Now that we have your contract, want to hear mine?”
My eyes narrowed.
“No need to write it down.” She hopped off the desk and pushed me back toward the couch. I sat down and she kneeled between my legs. “A verbal affirmation will be fine.”
She placed her hand on my thigh and the muscle flexed involuntarily.
“Raise your right hand.” She blinked those big expressive eyes, the perfect little doll face with her high cheekbones. She wore no makeup, but her natural beauty accentuated her features. “Do you solemnly swear to be the best Daddy you can be at all times?”
“I do.” I blinked to keep from laughing.
“Do you promise to play with me and take care of me and only spank me when it’s absolutely necessary?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You decide when it’s necessary, of course.” She blinked innocently.
“In that case, I do.” I nodded.
“Okay, by the power vested in me by the universe, I now pronounce us, Daddy and little girl.” She curtly nodded her head and reached out for my hand and kissed it. The sweet, innocent kiss made my dick hard. She licked the tip of my index finger and sucked it into her mouth while her other hand slid up my thigh to caress my cock.
“What should we do now, Daddy?” Her cheeks hallowed out as she continued to suck on my finger.
“We could watch a movie.” She mumbled around my invading digit. “Have you seen the latest 007 movie?”
“Have you seen all the movies?” I asked.
“Just the newer ones.” She released my finger.
“You should see the older ones.” I ran my slick fingers across her bottom lip. “Who’s your favorite Bond?”
Her eyes narrowed. She nibbled on the tip of my index finger. “Daniel Craig, of course, but Pierce Brosnan is pretty cool too.”
“What about Roger Moore?”
“Who?” Her lips made a perfect O. My sexy little girl.
I shook my head. I could think of other things besides my fingers I could put between her perfect lips.
“Or, Sean Connery. I think you’d like him. He did the movies in the sixties.”
“Back when you were little?” She giggled.
“Brat.” I pinched her lip. “I’m not that old.”
“Sorry Daddy.” She renewed her vigor on my thumb.
“What are you doing, little girl?”
Her hand dropped.
“Celebrating.” She continued to suck on my finger like it was her personal pacifier. She seemed to be regressing, or it was her true innocent peeking through. I looked forward to exploring it all with her. “Do you not like it?” Her words muffled around my digit.
“I do like it,” I pulled my finger out of her mouth with a pop. “I thought we had this discussion. If you want something from Daddy, what are you supposed to do?”
She pouted and sat back on her heels.
“You don’t take without permission.” I tapped her on the nose. “We ask politely.”
“You mean, to say it out loud?” Her eyes grew wide.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
She grunted.
I grabbed her cheeks and brought her face up to mine and kissed her hard. My tongue invaded her mouth and sucked it back into my mouth. She squeaked.
I released her and she stumbled back onto her ass.
“Wow.” She touched her lips. “There was nothing polite about that!”
“I don’t have to ask. I’m in charge, little girl.” I caressed her cheek.
She sat back on her knees and placed her hands in her lap, one over the other. She sat quietly, waiting for instructions.
“Come here, little Ninja” I motioned her toward me. She crawled up on my lap. I gripped her behind her back and brought her face towards me. More gentle than before. “Not what was it you wanted to ask for?”
My cellphone rang.
I frowned and motioned for her to get it and bring it to me.
She pouted but scrambled off my lap, grabbed it and climbed back onto my lap. “We are kind of in the middle of something, Daddy.” Her eyes cut down to the bulge in my pants and then back up with a wiggle of her eyebrow.
“I know little one, but it must be important, or they wouldn’t be calling my cellphone.” I accepted the call.
She nodded.
“What?” I barked into the phone.
Rayna jumped.
I ran my hand down her cheek and my fingertips over her lips to calm her. I push my finger between her lips, and she sucked.
“We have a problem.” Patrick sounded like he was on the move.
“What kind of problem?”
“Natalie’s here.”
“Nat-- Ouch.” I pulled my finger out of her mouth before she bit it off.
“Natalie.” Rayna and Patrick said in unison.
Rayna stood up and off my lap. Her eyes blinked and darted around.
“Get the team up here now.”
The guys shuffled into the room a few minutes later.
“Natalie showed up at the casino about thirty minutes ago.” Patrick pulled out a tablet. “We tracked her through the casino, into the bathroom, and then another lap around the casino. She made her way to the front desk. That’s when I went down and got her and brought her back to the security office. She’s in a conference room.”
“What does she want?” Rayna asked.
“She doesn’t know you’re here.” Patrick shut off the video feed. “She’s asking for you.” Patrick turned to Me.
Rayna stiffened in my arms.
I gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“Well, I guess I better go find out what she wants?” I lifted Rayna off my lap.
“Not without me.” She gripped my hand.
We rode the elevator down to the second floor. I sent Rayna with Josh into an observation room to watch the camera feed.
I adjusted my shirt and stepped inside of the room.
“Natalie.” I stood across the table from her. “You wanted to see me?”
“You have to help me.” She blinked and leaned forward. “Santorini’s men are after me and I don’t have the energy to run anymore.”
“I thought Santorini was your father.” I sat down.
Her eyes narrowed.
“No,” she shook her head. “He’s not my father.” Her face scrunched in disgust. “Santorini bought me.”
I tried not to react.
“About five years ago,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “My father died owing his family money, and they used me to pay off his debt, but it’s never paid off. I will never be free of him.”
“So, you worked for him. Supplied girls for him?” Patrick asked.
“Not at first.” She shrugged. “I’d . . .went on dates for him, but after a while he said if I was loyal to him and got girls for him, then I wouldn’t have to go on dates.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Where is Rayna? Is she okay?”
My face remained blank. “Why do you care?”
“Please tell me she’s okay. I didn’t want to bring her in, I swear.” She adjusted a loose strain of hair. “I really did consider her a friend. I don’t typically groom girls. I pick out a girl and get to know her and then they would be working for Mr. Santorini within a couple of weeks, not months.
“I kept putting off bringing her in until he saw her.” Natalie touched her face. “She is so beautiful and innocent looking. He said we could get a lot for her. If I brought her in, I would be free.” She waved her hand.
“Your life for Rayna’s?” I growled.
“Yes. I was desperate.” Natalie slammed her hand on the table. “You have to believe me.”
“Where is Santorini now?”
“What?” Natalie wiped her nose and sat back. “I don’t know. As soon as the FBI arrived, I took off and drove to LA. I checked into a hotel, but my credit cards are all Santorini’s. My cell phone too. I have some cash stashed away and have been lying low for the last month, but I ran out of money, and they are getting close. I got scared and since you hate him as much as I do, I came here.” She hugged herself. “I have an idea.”
“What kind of idea?” Patrick asked.
“I can call his men and draw him out.” She sat up. “Then the FBI can take care of him.”
I looked at Patrick.
“I will cooperate in any way I can.” She grabbed my hand.
I pulled it away. “Call Agent Stanley.”
Natalie stood up. “Thank you.”
I stood, and the doors to the conference room burst open.
Rayna ran into my arms and hugged me. “Thank you for taking care of her.” She squeezed me tight. I bent over and brushed a kiss across her forehead.
She let go of me and walked over to Natalie and hugged her.
“It’s going to be okay.” Rayna rubbed her back. “Are you hungry? They have the best food here.”
“I see.” She pinched Ranya’s cheeks. “You don’t look nearly as emaciated as before.”
Emaciated. My little girl's brow furrowed.
“Oh sweetie, I just mean you look good with curves.” She smiled.
“Agent Stanley is stuck in LA. He can’t get here until tomorrow.” Patrick read from his phone.
“Who is Agent Stanley?” Natalie asked.
“He’s the one working on the case against Santorini.” Rayna answered. “You can stay with us until he gets here.”
“Rayna.” I grabbed her arm. “Can I speak with you in the next room, please?”
“Everything is going to be fine.” She patted Natalie's shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
I held the door open and pointed to an open door opposite. I slammed the door behind us and grabbed my little girl around the waist, turned us around and pressed her against the door.
“Little girl, you are speaking out of turn.” I stared down at her and pressed my body against hers. “We do not know anything about this woman. We don’t even know if she is telling the truth. She could still be working with Santorini.”
“I don’t think so.” Rayna nibbled on her lip.
“Why?” I stepped back and rubbed my beard. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because it makes sense.” She shrugged. “I figured her and Mr. Santorini weren’t related and once you told me what he’s into, it doesn’t seem like that farfetched to think Natalie was also a victim.”
“And she could still be playing us.” I pulled her to me. “And, still trying to get away from Santorini, either way, I don’t think inviting her over for a sleepover is safe.” I caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll put her up in a room.”
“If Santorini is after her, then she could be in danger.”
“We’ll have someone watch her.”
She leaned back and looked up at me.
“Another man in her life to tell her what to do.” Rayna shook my head. “I don’t think that’s the best thing for her.”
“You seem to like it.” I whispered into her ear.
“Daddy.” She scoffed and stepped away from me. “She has been through far worse than I have. I spent a night with those people and was able to fight back. She has been a prisoner for years. Let her stay with us. Maybe I can get more information from her.”
“As much as you like to think yourself the master spy, you are not.”
“That’s mean, Daddy.”
“It’s the truth, baby.” I pulled her into my arms. “Okay, she can stay with us, but she’s leaving with Agent Stanley in the morning. She isn’t completely a victim here. And, if Santorini is after her, then she’ll be safer in protective custody.”
“Okay. One night.” She grinned up at me. “Wow.”
“What?”
“Did I just win an argument against you?”
“No.” I smacked her bottom. “And don’t get used to it, little girl.”
* * *
I got Rayna off to sleep. She was restless most of the night, but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t sleep. I sent Patrick home, which left me on high alert. It wasn’t like we didn’t have the best security team and system money could buy. No one could get on this floor without both a badge and a code. And, the elevator for this floor was hidden from the public. You would have to know how to get up here, to get up here, but I had my girl to protect. Sleep could wait until Natalie was out of my apartment and out of our lives.
My phone beeped on the nightstand.
Randall: All clear.
It was a text from my brother. He must be on high alert, too.
I kissed Rayna on the cheek and slid out of bed.
I pulled on a sweatshirt and headed to my office and called Randall.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I didn’t bother saying hello.
“I was briefed.”
“Uhm”
“What?”
“I thought you were partial to spying on woman at check in and spotting card counters.” I punched the number into the keypad in my office and stepped inside.
“Someone is threatening my family and their friends, I pay attention.” The monotone didn’t match his conviction, but I knew Randall. He was insanely protective of us, especially Tyler and the reason Tyler lives full time in New York and not in Las Vegas with the rest of us. “You sound worried.”
“I’m not. Rayna’s safe. This minor intrusion can’t do anything to us and will be gone tomorrow.” I rubbed my face and sat down on the couch in my office.
“So, Rayna. She’s the one.”
“Yep.”
“Just like that, yep,” Randall chuckled. “You’ve known her for a month.”
“How long does it take?” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“You’ve claimed her.” He sighed. “Does she know that?”
“She feels the same way.”
“And, the Daddy/little thing.”
“Fully aligned.”
“When do I get to meet here?” He gaffed.
“I don’t need your approval.”
“Well, I have her background check to discuss, regardless.”
“No one told you to do a background on her.” I sat up.
“I don’t need your permission.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t worry.” He coughed. “She’s clean, no red flags. She’s probably the last innocent virgin left in the world.”
“Yeah, well, she’s no longer a virgin, so there’s that.”
Randall laughed.
“Happy to amuse you, brother. Good night.”
I hung up the phone and closed my eyes.
I drifted off before being woken by a scream.
“Get off of him.”
I felt the weight on my lap, but it was gone just as quick. I blinked, not registering what was happening. Rayna had Natalie by her ponytail, dragging her to the other side of the office.
“Owe, Bitch.” Natalie reached back. “Get off of me.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rayna pulled Natalie up and pushed her shoulder back into the wall.
Natalie looking around Rayna at me. “I figured, since you were going to fuck my Daddy, I could fuck yours.”
Rayna stepped back. Her little hand balled into a fist.
I sprang into action.
I pressed the panic button on my desk and then grabbed Rayna's left arm. I pulled her back, but not before she unloaded a jab across the bridge of Natalie’s nose.
“Ouch.” Natalie grabbed her face. Blood gushed out between her fingers. My girl was really a bruiser and had perfect aim. Unfortunately, it didn’t disquiet Natalie. She didn’t crumble like her bitch of a father. She grabbed Rayna around the throat. I pulled her back, but Natalie charged.
The slap echoed in the small room. I loosened my grip on Rayna, and she catapulted herself into Natalie. They both landing on the ground in a thud, screaming expletives back and forth at each other while clawing and scratching. It felt like thirty minutes before my team entered the room and separated them.
Rayna was handed off to me, but Natalie was subdued against the wall. Ryan had more fight left in her, but I held her firm with an arm locked over her chest.
“You stupid bitch.” Natalie yelled and spit blood on my floor. Her hair was pulled half out of her ponytail and her shirt was ripped, and half her boob had fallen out. “You might as well have gotten sold to the highest bidder. He’s treating you like his whore, anyway.
I underestimated my hold on Rayna and her strength. She pushed off me with a primal growl that made my dick hard. She went for the loose ponytail, yanked Natalie off her feet and threw her out the office door. She slammed her hand on the red button.
“Get out of my house.” Rayna yelled as the door sealed shut. She grunted and kicked the door.
I ran over to her. “Hey.” I grabbed her around the waist and pulled back against me. “Calm down. It’s over.”
Rayna screamed through clenched teeth, her body a tight little ball.
“It’s okay, little Ninja, you’re okay.” I tried to sooth her. She pressed her ass against my election and pulled back and turned in my arms.
“You’re hard.” She blinked. “Did that turn you on?”
“What, my girl going all ninja on Natalie’s ass to protect me.” I shrugged, “Not hot at all.”
She giggled.
I picked her up and supported her with an arm under her ass as I sat with her on the couch. I check her face. Her skin turned pink where Natalie slapped her.
“You’ve got to stop breaking people’s noses, little girl.” Her knuckles were scraped up, but not too bad. I kissed her hand.
“Am I in trouble?”
I lifted my head.
“No, I mean, I’d prefer you not getting into fistfights with criminals, but I understand why you did it — “
“And, I’d do it again.” She gave me a curt nod. “The nerve of her putting her hands on my Daddy. She did not know who she was messing with.”
“Damn right.” I check the rest of her for any cuts or bruises. “I think Natalie got the worst of it. How do you feel?”
“Tired.” She rested her head on my shoulder.
“You’ve had a big couple day.”
“A big summer.” She yawned. “Can we just return to the bubble? Just you and me. I’m tired of people.”
She played with the hair on my chest. Her body rocked against my cock.
“I’m tired of jumping between little and big Rayna.” She sighed. “It’s exhausting.”
“You want to be little for a while.” I rub her back. “I think I can arrange that.”
“But” she sat up. “I think I can manage some sexy, big girl. Time too.” She licked her lips and stared at mine. She hesitantly leaned in and placed her lips on mine. I let her take control, give her a chance to settle into her empowerment.
“Can I touch you, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby girl.” I whispered against her lips. The chill of the cool air sent a shiver down my spine. Rayna’s little hands reached into my pants and wrapped her hands around my cock.
“It’s so hard.” She bit her lip and stroked my shaft up and down. “Can I taste it?”
“Yes, and thank you for asking.”
“I’m a good girl?”
“Yeah, you are.” I touched her face. “We might need to put some ice on this.”
“Later.” She pushed my hand away and untangled herself from my lap and slid to the floor. She kissed the head and wrapped her sweet lips around the tip. Her cheeks hollowed, and she sucked. Her big brown eyes stared up at me as she took me in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby girl. That is so good.” I smoothed her hair back away from her face and gather it in the back. I scratched her scalp. She moaned and slid her mouth up and down my shaft. The vibration tickled the base of my cock. I had to calm myself. I wanted it to last.
“Is that good, Daddy?” She spoke around the tip as her hands continue to work.
“T-too, good.” My throat hitched as my thighs tensed. I stood stock still, afraid if I moved, my cock would explode before I was ready.
“You taste good, too.” She licked it from base to tip and back to the other side. I knew my little one had done her research. She hit on all the sensations. It ended with her taking me to the back of her throat.
She gagged but tried to take it further. She backed off a little and ran her hand up and down.
“Do you like sucking Daddy’s cock?” I asked.
She nodded.
“I’m so close to coming. You want me to come in your little pussy or your dirty little mouth.”
She groaned. Enjoying the dirty talk.
She removed her mouth and sat back on her heels. She gripped my cock, but it didn’t move.
“I can’t decide.” She pouted.
Her little bruised knuckles wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I was ready to blow. “Are you wet, little girl?”
She blinked and frowned.
“Check and see.” She looked unsure. “Put your fingers inside of you and let me see how wet you are.”
She kept her eyes on me and reached into her panties. I knew the moment she touched her clit. Her eyes went glassy, and her lips slacked. “Put my cock in your mouth and play with your little pussy.”
She sucked on the head, her hand moving back and forth. “Are you wet, baby?”
“Yes.” she whispered against my cock.
“Put your fingers inside of yourself.” She did as I asked. “Deeper.” She adjusted and pushed in further.
She grunted in frustration.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I chuckled.
She released my cock. “My fingers aren’t long enough.” She went back to work on the head of my cock.
“Let me see if I can help with that.” “Her eyes narrowed.
“Crawl up here.” I patted the seat to my left. She climbed onto the couch, keeping one hand on my cock and sat on her knees.
“Keep your mouth on me. Keep sucking me, baby.” I guided her over my lap while I reached between her legs. I pushed her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her folds. She was slippery wet. I coated my fingers in her juices.
She’d stopped moving on my cock. It rested against her lips.
“Rayna.” I warned.
“Oh,” she gasped. Her lips returned to their job.
When my fingers were good and wet, I pushed one into her pussy. She moaned and her hips rocked to meet my thrust. She continued, taking me in her mouth.
I pulled my finger out, rubbed her clit, and then plunged two fingers in.
“Is that deep enough, baby?”
She moaned on my cock. I was so close.
I pushed into her heat faster and harder. She squeezed my fingers. Her walls spasmed around my onslaught.
I pulled them out, and she hummed in protest, but she continued sucking me. I rocked my hips and fucked her mouth, but she kept up.
I was so close to blowing, but I wanted her to get off, too. I pressed three fingers insides of her. She pulled away, but I pushed her back down. My cock slid to the back of her throat and instead of gagging or pulling off, she pushed herself further. Her throat closed around the head of my cock, and I was done. I fucked her throat, and she held on as I pushed my fingers in deep and strummed her clit with the other hand.
I shot a load down her throat. She pulled off and gasped for air as two other streams hit her on the chest. She stroked my cock through it while riding her own orgasm. We both tumbled off the couch into a tangled pile on the floor. She tasted my cum while I sucked her juices off my fingers.
My phone beeped from somewhere on the floor.
I reached for it but couldn’t get it. Rayna crawled over me.
I read the message.
Rayna laid back down on my chest.
“It’s from Patrick.”
They’d taken Natalie to a secure location in another part of the building. Agent Stanley wanted to meet with us in the morning before he hauled her off to jail.
She exaggerated a sigh. “I’m too little to care.”
“Okay, little one.” I kissed the top of her head. “Nothing for you to worry about. It’s grown-up stuff. I got you.”