Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
T he next two weeks flew by in a blur. Kyler and I spent every second together. When he worked, I was on the couch enticing him or under his desk, being naughty and pestering him. We went to his office on the third floor, and I met his staff. They all seemed to know more about me, and it made me happy his people knew who I was to him. I wasn’t some little secret he kept locked up in his apartment.
We went down to the casino in Quad I late one night for dinner at the twenty-four-hour diner. We had a team of security around us, but it didn’t deter me from eating a hamburger bigger than my whole head and people watching. Daddy was getting as good as me at making up stories about the people who gambled at eleven o’clock in the evening.
Daddy found my antics amusing. I loved making him laughed, he had a bright deep laugh, and it hit him like he had no control over it. I had the magic touch to make Daddy happy. After another outing to Kyler’s office downstairs, we made a detour and stopped into a small boutique.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Grant.” A tall woman with long blond hair and high and deep-set eyes greeted Kyler as we walked in. “This must be Ms. Rayna.”
“Hello Ms. Benes.”
Instead of rows of hanging clothes, the showroom had little pedestals of headless mannequins in different outfits. Mostly formal silky dresses and sparkly floor length gowns. A couch was set up in the back and a few mannequins had on shorter, more playful dresses.
“Rayna.” Kyler pulled my arm to keep up with him. “Say hello to Ms. Benes,” he whispered.
“Hello.” I turned to the blonde. “Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” She motioned for us to follow her. “I pulled a few things I thought Ms. Rayna would like based on what you described.”
She motioned for us to follow her to the back of the room. A couple of bottles of what looked like champagne and a plate full of macaroons in every color of the rainbow sat on a platter on the coffee table. They were so inviting.
“Please help yourself to refreshments.” Ms. Benes nodded and disappeared through a back door.
I turned to Kyler.
“May I, Daddy?” I whispered his name. I didn’t want to call him Daddy out loud and embarrass him.
“You may have three during our visit.” I danced on my toes. “Rayna, do you have to use the potty?”
I cringed inside. He smirked.
“No.” I pushed my lips out at him. He leveled me with a stare that scanned to the cookie table. “I’m sorry. No, Sir. I don’t have to use the bathroom. I’m just excited.”
I walked to the table and reached for a pink one, but then the purple cookie caught my eyes. I settled on the bright green one for my first choice.
“Yummy.” It was sour lime flavor and hit every tastebud on my tongue. I reached for the glass of champagne and looked at Kyler. He nodded. I took a sip. It was sparkling cider. I looked at the glass. Kyler chuckled.
I was duped, but it was good.
Before I could make my mouth form a frown, a flurry of colorful and shiny fabrics flew into the room on a rack.
It took all the effort in the world not to release a squeal of epic proportions. I’d never seen so many beautiful things. I sat the glass down.
“Oh, my goodness.” I walked up to the closest dress. It was mint green with the shiniest material. I flipped through a few more. “They are all so beautiful.” I looked over my shoulder at Kyler.
“Well, you can have them all.” He came up behind me. “But you do need to pick which one you want to wear tonight.” He kissed the side of my neck.
Tonight.
“What’s happening tonight?” I turned to face him.
“Well, first we have family dinner. And, after . . .” He paused.
I leaned forward, waited for him to continue. I almost lost my balance in anticipation. What other adventure did Kyler have planned for me before I left?
“After, what Daddy?” I whispered in his ear. “Where are you taking me?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yesss.” I hissed into his ear. I hoped it sounded sexy and not as awkward as I heard it.
Kyler stiffened and stepped back. I stumbled forward. He looked around and then stepped up close to me. “This is your assignment if you choose to accept it.”
This time I did squeal. I didn’t care who heard it.
“What’s the mission?” I leveled a stare into Kyler’s eyes.
“You must break into Quad IV and steal the purple diamond.”
“The purple diamond.” I gasped and clutched at Kyler’s chest. “How will I break in undetected?”
He stepped away from me but held onto my arms. “Well, my darling.” Kyler spun me around. “We are going to a tea party.”
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I chose the most beautiful pink shiny satin dress with a black bow around my torso. I kept twirling and exploding in a fit of giggles as the dress flared. Kyler has someone come and fix my hair and makeup.
I stopped mid twirl when Kyler appeared at the bedroom.
“Daddy.” My eyes scanned up and down his body. “You look super handsome.” His black suit fit him like a well-tailored glove. The white button-down shirt stretched over his broad chest and large biceps.
“You look almost perfect, my little Rayn Drop.”
I tilted my head up and Kyler kissed me on the lips.
“Almost.”
He pulled away and reached inside his pocket. He pulled out a black baggie and dumped the contents out on the bed. I turned to look, but Kyler captured my face in his hand. “I know you're nervous about tonight. I would like you to do something for me and if you concentrate on it when you get nervous, you’ll know Daddy is with you and I am so proud of you.”
My eyes teared up. Kyler wiped them away.
“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “It was just a really sweet thing to say.”
“Yeah, I’m not all gruff and growls all the time.” He growled in my ear and bit my earlobe.
“I like growly Daddy, too.” I stared up into his eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
“That’s my good girl.” His firm lips landed on mine, and he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. He pulled away, stood up straight, and adjusted the bulge in his pants. “Go bend over the side of the bed. Hands flat out in front of you and spread your legs.”
My throat hitched. Every word out of Kyler’s mouth sounded so sexy and dirty. And, demanding. My body responded before my mind had a chance to catch up. I bent over and spread my legs. I laid with my cheek on the bed and spotted it. Sitting on the bed was a silver butt plug with a purple diamond on the end and a bottle of lube.
I rose up, but Kyler placed a hand on my lower back and eased me back down.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” He gathered my dress and flipped it up to expose my ass. Kyler pulled my black satin boy shorts down to my knees. “I promise you are going to like this.” Kyler kissed the top of my ass.
I sighed and settled back into the bed. He kissed all over my ass cheeks and slipped his tongue between them as well. I squirmed as he got lower. It wasn’t going to put his tongue . . .
Yes, he was.
“Daddy.” I looked back over my shoulder.
“Shh.”
I laid back down and squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t supposed to turn me on. Kyler pulled my ass cheeks apart. I tensed.
“Relax and enjoy, little one.”
“I can’t relax with someone doing . . .” I grunted. “To my backside.”
“Doing what? Sweetheart.” Kyler pressed his tongue into the center of my rose bud and wiggled it around. “What’s Daddy doing?”
“Oh, my god.” I pressed back into him. My center and core each twitched on its own and a warmth spread through me. “I can’t.”
Kyler stood up.
“No, Daddy.” I wiggled my ass. “Don’t stop.”
Kyler slapped my left ass cheek. The delayed pain intensified the burning in my core. “Say it, Ninja.”
“Daddy’s slapping my ass.” I sighed. Slap.
“Wha, why?” I lifted up on my hands. “That is what you’re doing right now.”
“Rayna.”
“And, can I point out you’re wrinkling my new dress?”
“Rayna,” my name was punctuated with another slap to my sit spot.
“Daddy.” Slap.
“Get back into position.”
I flopped back down on my stomach and laid my hands flat.
“Okay, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” Kyler explained, like he was giving me driving instructions. “That’s it.”
Kyler pushed a finger in my ass. “Oh, fuck.”
“What’s Daddy doing to you, sweetheart?”
“Pushing his hand up my ass.” I groaned.
Kyler chuckled. “It’s only a finger.”
I looked back. “Are you sure?” He pushed in and out. It wasn’t a hand and probably wasn’t the whole fingers, but anything in your butt felt big.
“Let’s try two.”
Oh, my goodness. He was awfully ambitious of my body. I buried my head into the bed and gripped the sheets. The second fingers went in smoother than the first. I rocked back against his onslaught. I hated to admit, but it felt good. Too good. I tried to tamper my reaction because Kyler’s cock was much bigger than his two fingers.
The warmth of his fingers was quickly replaced by cold metal. I gasped.
“Once we find the purple diamond. We need something to replace it with.” I pushed back on the intrusion. “It’s the only way to smuggle it in and out without being detected.” It burned going in, but once settled, it felt quite nice.
“There we go.” Kyler put my panties back in place and flipped my dress back down.
I stood back up and shifted on my feet. Every move sent a shiver up my spine. It was a crazy sensation. I took one tentative step and then another. The movements called all sorts of nerve endings to fire off. I peeked up at Kyler, who watched me carefully.
“You okay?”
I shrugged.
“Are you nervous about tonight?” He asked.
I narrowed my eyes.
“See, my plan worked.” Kyler grinned and retreated to the bathroom.
I waddled to the mirror and tried to twirl. I got stuck mid twirl when a tickle in my tummy began to expand. I stared at myself in the mirror.
Kyle walked up behind me.
“What’s wrong, my little Rayn Drop?”
I shivered as he pulled me close to him.
He leaned down, and I whispered in his ear. “This thing in my butt is going to make me cum in front of all those people.”
If he laughed, I was going to punch him in the nose.
“What do you need, baby?” He pulled on my earlobe with his teeth. He watched me through the mirror.
“Please, make me cum, Daddy.” My breathy tone surprised me. It was so strange to be dressed in a twirly dress, with my hair in two pigtails on the side of my head, full coverage panties with ruffles on the butt and flat black leather boots and nothing about my thoughts was little. I was horny and needy “Please.”
“Of course, baby.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Thank you for asking for what you need. It makes me so happy. Lift your dress.” He growled into my ear.
I lifted it. He pulled my panties down to my knees. “Keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come.”
Kyler ran his fingers through my folds while spinning the plug in my ass.
My legs wobbled. I held onto him. My brain went to mush. It was an overload of sensation. Kyler’s fingers dipped into my entrance and adjusted the plug to push up against my walls. The sensation radiated out through my toes.
“Oh, my goodness, Daddy.” I leaned back against his chest. My eyes closed.
“Eyes open, little one.”
My eyes popped open, but instead of looking at me, I stared into his eyes.
“You ready to come for me?” He asked. I nodded. “Come for Daddy.”
“Oh, oh, oh.” The orgasm washed over me like a warm blanket but then moved to a sharp pain followed by waves of pleasure coursed through my bones. My knees buckled and Daddy scooped me up from behind and held me to him. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled in close.
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of my head and laid me down on the bed. I wasn’t concerned about wrinkles anymore. “Stay still, little girl.” I nodded.
Kyler retreated to the bathroom and returned with some towels.
“Let me clean you up.” Kyler placed a damp towel between my legs. “Don’t want you to get your panties wet.”
I giggled.
“What’s so funny?” Kyler dried me with the other towel, pulled my panties up and smoothed down my dress.
“Daddy,” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “My panties are always wet when I’m around you.” With a wink.
“Well, maybe you should just go without.”
I blinked and closed my legs.
Kyler laughed and took my hand. I hopped off the bed. We headed to the door.
“Come on, little girl.” He squeezed my hand and kissed. “We’re already late for dinner.”