Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
K yler carried me to our room and cleaned us up. He put some ointment on my knuckles and a cold compress on my face. He put me in bed and wrapped me in a Kyler Daddy blanket embrace. Keeping the bad stuff out. The way Kyler handles me made me feel safe in little space, but post orgasmic bliss does it for me, too.
So weird.
I woke up alone, but with Kyler’s warmth and smell surrounding me. I blinked and stretched. I sat up and inspected my knuckles. They were a little beat up, but not too bad.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Kyler walked into the room. His chest bare, carrying a tray. There better be coffee on that tray. I yawned and stretched again. I sat up and fell back down.
“No, you don’t. Wake up. It’s time to get up.”
“Don’t wanna.” My voice was really little.
“I guess you don’t want your special treat for breakfast.” He turned back toward the door.
I sat up. “What special treat?” He didn’t answer me.
“Daddy!” I yelled.
“Geez, so loud.”
I gave him a side eye. He better not be messing with me.
I sat my hands in my lap and in a more respectable level asked. “May I have my treat, please?”
“Ok.”
I peeked up.
He held the tray above my eyesight.
“First, go potty and wash your face.” He side-eyed me back.
“Ugh. Okay.” I stumbled out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. I did my business and washed my face and brushed my teeth. There was no sign of Natalie’s slap, but I felt it. I’d never been slapped before. Cross that off my bucket list.
I giggled.
“Rayn Drop.” Kyler called from the other room.
“Coming Daddy.” I tamed my hair into two buns on the side of my head.
I walked back into the bedroom and stopped at the door.
Kyler wasn’t near the bed. He was in the little alcove near the floor to ceiling window. He’d set up a blanket among the mountain of pillows. A plate of pancakes with the design of a smiley face with a ninja mask in chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
“How cool.” I plopped down on the floor. Kyler handed me the mug of mocha flavored coffee with more whipped cream piled in a spiral half the size of the cup. I took a sip. Whipped cream covered my nose. “Yummy.”
Kyler chuckled.
“Do I have something on my face?” I grinned.
“Yep.” He leaned in and licked it off. “Yummy.”
Kyler cut a piece of pancake and fed me. I chewed and looked out the window at the people below.
“People don’t slow down here.” I watched a man shuffled his feet across the grounds into Quad I. “How many people are in the hotel at this moment?”
“I’m not sure.” He fed me another piece of pancake. “You figure there are 1,420 rooms in the total complex. Average two people in each room. Another five thousand people in and out of the casinos every day.
“Almost two thousand.” I whistled. “That’s a lot of people.”
He feeds more pancakes. “Aren’t you hungry, Daddy?”
“I already ate, baby.” I nodded.
I took another sip of my chocolate coffee and sat it down. I leaned back on the pillows, then switched around and laid my head on Kyler’s lap.
“Comfy?” He asked.
I shook my head and giggled. I rested my feet on the table and hummed while Kyler finished feeding me.
“You want more?”
“No.” I sat up and finished my drink. “Thank you, Daddy. It was so good.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” He wiped my mouth and my fingers with a wet wipe he fished off the tray. “I made it myself.”
I gasped and shot up. “You cooked? I thought the stove was just for show.”
“Yes, little girl.” He tugged on one of my buns.
“I think we should eat breakfast like this every day for every” The child like tenor to my voice surprised me. I placed my head back in his lap.
“Every day, huh?” Kyler stared down at me. He caressed my cheek.
“Yep.” I stared at the blue sky. I didn’t want to ask but figured I should. I was enjoying little space, but knew we had to take care of Natalie today. “What are we going to do today?”
“How about we take a shower?” Kyler ran his fingers over my skin. It tickled. I tried not to squirm.
“Then while I have a meeting, you can stay in bed and watch a movie or go in my office and read.” He rested his hand on my cheek. “Whatever you’d like?”
“Don’t I need to go to your meeting?”
“Do you want to go?”
I shook my head back and forth slowly. I should go, but I really didn’t want to. “Nope.”
“Rayna, sit up for me.” He scooted me close to him. “I need you to listen for just a minute.”
“Okay.” I signed and nodded.
“You are so damn adorable.” He kissed my lips. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
I shrugged. “My pesky shoelace, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” He pushed a stray hair behind my ear. “After my meeting, it’s going to be you and me.”
“Promise?” I kissed him back.
“Promise.” He cradled my head like I was his precious doll.
“Daddy?”
He tilted his head.
I opened my mouth, but he stopped me.
“I’m in charge, little girl.” His thumb ran along my lips. “Trust me?”
I did trust him. I had so much going on in my head and couldn’t concentrate on any of it. I had never been able to let go and let someone else take charge. No one had wanted to take complete control. Kyler and I were made for each other.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He asked.
“Yes, sexy Daddy.” I batted my eyes.
“Sexy Daddy?”
“Uh huh.”
“Too adorable.” He leaned in, but I avoided his kisses.
“Not too adorable.” I slid onto his lap and straddled him. “Adorable enough.” I wiggled my ass.
He chuckled. His grey eyes danced. He reached between us and cupped my pussy. “Is my little girl needy this morning? What do you need?”
“You know?” I wiggled more but couldn’t get any good friction. Was this as much torture for him as it was for me? His bulge strained against his sweatpants. I ran my hand over his cheek and looked down.
“I’ve fed you, gave you chocolate coffee with copious amounts of whipped cream, and told you the plan for the day.” He teased me. “What else could you possibly need?”
“Your cock, Daddy.” I blurted it out and slapped my hand over my mouth.
Kyler laughed. “Thank you, baby, for telling me what you need.”
I giggled, too. I reached for him, but he stopped my hand.
“In the shower.” He slapped my butt and guided me off his lap and to stand between his legs. He reached up and slid his fingers in the seam of my panties and slid them down my legs to my knee. They dropped the rest of the way on their own. He pinched my nipples through my thin tank top before pushing it up and over my head. He pulled me to him and laid small kisses across the rise of my breast. I squeezed my thighs together.
His teeth clamped onto my left nipple.
“Dadddddyyyyy.” I whined. “Ouch.”
The searing pain sent a shock wave through my body straight to my core. He let it go with a pop and another love tap on my ass. He stood and removed his sweats. His cock popped out at attention. My mouth watered remembering how he tasted last night. He climbed out of the alcove and bent to lift me out. He walked us both into the bathroom. He adjusted the water and guided me in. “I’ll be right back.”
The water cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. I turned around and closed my eyes, letting the water massage my front. Kyler returned. He stepped in behind me and proceeded to wash every inch of me. His fingers caressed every nook and cranny including a few passes over my back door. I shivered at the thought leaned, but into his touch. A silent encouragement for him to give me more.
“Patience, little one.” He pressed the tip of his finger in. “You’re not ready to take me there.” He slapped my ass. “Yet.”
When he was done, he turned me towards the white tile and placed my hands on the wall where he wanted them. A hand to the center of my back, had me bending over. I gasped as my breast encountered the cool tile.
He placed both hands on my hips and tilted my pelvis, which made my ass stick out and up in the air. He smacked my ass twice. I rose up on my toes. The sting sent waves of pleasure through me. I settled back down. Anxious to feel what he would do next.
“You ready for me, my little Ninja?” He twisted my other nipple.
“Yes, Sir.” I squealed.
“I’m going to be a little rough, but if it’s too much, then you say your safe word, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safe word?” He asked.
“Red.”
“Good girl.” Kyler positioned himself behind me. He kissed my shoulders and led a trail of kisses, nips and licks down my spine. “Stay still.”
“I’m trying, Daddy.” I pleaded.
He continued mapping my body with his mouth. When I thought I couldn’t take another second of his teasing, he slid into me. Kyler was big, and I was four fucks away from being a virgin, but I accommodated his width. His length, on the other hand hit me so deep. I groaned and my toes wiggled. I stared down at them, trying to focus on something to avoid falling into oblivion or collapsing on the shower floor.
He slid out and then back in a few more times, smooth, strong, long strokes, but it wasn’t rough. Not what I associated with rough from the books I’ve read or the videos I had seen.
Apparently, the rough hadn’t begun.
Kyler adjusted his stance behind me and squeezed my hips. It was the only warning I had before he shoved himself back into me with a grunt.
“Fuck.” He growled, pulled back and shoved himself inside of me again. He held himself inside of me. My eye lids flickered, and I lost all the breath in my lungs. I couldn’t speak. Not that I wanted to safe word, the only word tickling the back of my brain was more. More of him. More of us. More pain. More pleasure. More Daddy. More Kyler. My insides exploded and a kaleidoscope of images, noises, and sounds shot off in my brain. I felt like a kitten in a washing machine.
My thoughts disappeared in an instant. The room fell silent. Kyler consumed my every thought. Tears fell as I crashed over the wave again. My hand slipped, but Kyler caught me. He pulled me back away from the wall and held me as he pistoned into me. He groaned and I moaned and together created a harmony of sexy sounds with every push and pull.
He went on forever. The man gave a whole new meaning to the word stamina.
He pulled out of me and spun me around. He hitched one of my legs over his hip, pushed me back against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up at him as he positioned himself at my entrance. Once again, but without the warmup, he pressed himself into me. It was all he needed. To look into my eyes and affirm his declaration. He roared out his release and held me tight.
We caught our breath while making out like teenagers. Eager, yet exhausted. With his arm under my legs, he picked me up and sat down on the bench with me in his lap.
He stared into my eyes. Searching for the answer to a question he didn’t have to ask.
His relentlessness affirmed his mission he’d been on ever since he rescued me. I was his. I belong to him.
Damn anything— or anyone who came between us.