Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
I poured the grape-flavored bubbles in the tub and noticed Kyler forgot my toys. I grabbed a towel and ran out into the room. He pulled the bedroom door closed but didn’t shut it. I grabbed the doorknob but froze.
“Can you leave on Sunday? I don’t want her to be alone and I don’t want her to fly commercial.”
He was talking to Tyler. “I’ll miss her, but it’s time for her to go.”
I held my hand to my heart to keep it from pounding out of my desk. He was ready for me to go. He was going to miss me, which means he obviously wasn’t going to come with me.
Kyler moved further into the apartment. I shut the door quietly and went back into the bathroom. I sat on the side of the tub and swung my feet over. The temperature was perfect.
I swirled the bubbles around and sneezed. The scent tickled my nose. I stilled when the door to the bedroom opened. I hugged myself.
Hold it together, Rayna. You have to be a grownup about this.
I took a deep breath and let it out.
“You ready for your bath, Rayna?” Kyler stepped into the bathroom.
“Yes, Daddy.” I grinned up at him. “I didn’t get in, but my feet were cold.”
“Just as long as you were careful.” He nodded.
“I was.” I exaggerated and nodded back.
Kyler removed the towel, scooped me up, and stepped into the tub. He sat down and situated me between his legs. His cock rubbed up against my back.
“Oh, sweetie.” He looked between the mounds of bubbles. “We forgot your toys.”
He guided me to the other side of the tub and shifted in the tub. I grabbed his hands. “Don’t worry about it.” I pointed. I had my markers. “Besides, we have some planning to do.” I grabbed the red marker and wrote on the tile.
Rayna’s Last Day in Vegas
Kyler grabbed my feet and pulled them into his lap.
“What would you like to do on your last day?” He leaned back against his side of the tub and massaged my feet.
I put the cap on the marker and put it down. I swam back to the other side of the tub and into Kyler’s arms. I nuzzled into him and held him tight.
“This.” I whispered against his skin.
He leaned back.
“No where else you want to go?” He rubbed my back. “Nothing else you want to see?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I just want to spend it here with you.” I peeked up at him. “And maybe Chef George’s ranch dressing.”
Kyler chuckled and ran his thumb down my cheek before capturing my lips and kissing me.
I broke off the kiss. It made me sad. He had never let me do that before. I reached for the marker and wrote,
1. Daddy/Rayna time
2. Ranch dressing.
“There.” I nodded once. “It’s settled.”
* * *
The next day went by in a blur of cuddles, sex, and orgasms. In that order on repeat. I lost count on how many times we went through the circuit. I vaguely remember eating except for at dinner time when Kyler dressed me in a onesie and fed me ninja star shaped chicken tenders and a vat of ranch dressing. We laughed, we cried, we giggled the whole day and after one last epic orgasm around eight pm, I vaguely remember him bathing me and putting me to bed.
“Rayna.” His melodic, gruff voice pulled me out of the abyss. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
He ran his finger down my forehead and over the bridge of my nose, followed by his lips as he kissed me.
“No.” I attempted to roll away, but he pulled me back and pinned me to the bed.
“Wake up. My little Ninja.” He kissed my cheeks and then my lips. “It’s time to go.”
I blinked my eyes and found him smiling down at me. He was fully dressed in a pair of black joggers and a thin white sweatshirt. Active wear on most men made them look sloppy, but on Kyler, they made him look clean cut and approachable.
I sat up. He had laid out clothes for me. Kyler pulled the covers away and reached for me. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I didn’t feel much of anything. Not sad, but not anxious, more like numb.
“Go to the potty and brush your teeth.” He kissed the side of my face. “I’ll come in and help you with your hair and get you dressed.”
“What time does the plane leave?” I crawled out of bed.
“Well, considering it’s my plane, it won’t leave without you.” Kyler chuckled and left the room.
No chance of me distracting him and missing my flight. I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Kyler joined me as I washed my face. I sat down at the vanity. He carefully brushed out my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail and braided it before wrapping it around the ponytail. He smoothed down the sides like he watched me do before.
“What do you think?” He smiled at me through the mirror.
“You are getting good.” I touched the bun and smiled back at him. I let Kyler do things for me this morning. But little Rayna was nowhere to be seen. I was as far from little space as I had ever been. He continued to be my Daddy like he promised. He took my hand and guided me back into the bedroom and dressed me.
First in a pair of white cotton panties and a hunter green lounge skirt and matching jacket. I put a white t-shirt with Naratu leaping across the side of the shirt with numb chucks in his hand. With the jacket sipped, you couldn’t see the graphic t-shirt. He finished my outfit off with white and hunger green striped socks and a new pair of glittery green Converse.
“There’re so pretty.” I admired the shoes.
“I thought you’d like them.” He held out his hand. “Come on. They will serve breakfast on the plane unless you’d like to get something before you go.”
We stepped into the hallway
“Where is my suitcase?” I looked around.
“Patrick already took it to the plane.”
My purse sat near the door.
“Your phone is in there, all charged up.” He opened the door. “Eddie set it back to normal.”
“Ok. Thank him for me.” I bit my lip.
We walked to the elevator hand in hand. The elevator door opened, but it wasn’t empty.
“Hey.” Chandler was inside. “I thought I might have missed you.” Chandler handed me a shopping bag.
I narrowed my eyes and looked up at Kyler.
He nodded.
“Thank you.” I took the handle of the bag. “What is it for?”
“A going away present and a last year of school present.” He grinned, pleased with himself. “I hope you like it. If not, just take it to the store on Fifth Avenue and they will exchange it for anything you want.
On Fifth Avenue, in the city. “Okay.” I peeked into the bag, but whatever he had bought me was in a box. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Chandler stepped back into the elevator and we joined him.
Kyler held my hand tight as the elevator descended. I had so many questions. Was he putting me in a car or driving me to the airport himself? How much time did we have together? Why would Chandler be giving me a present? Kyler didn’t give me any presents besides clothes and a jeweled butt plug, but he probably kept those things. Maybe for his next little girl.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I’m not going to cry.
I was on autopilot.
Chandler got out of the elevator on the third floor. “Safe trip.” He waved and headed down the hall. In the lobby, I barely noticed the buzz around me as Patrick and two other guys on Kyler’s security team met us and walked us outside. A little blue-black sports car sat idle near the entrance. Kyler opened my door and helped me in. His arms slid across my body as he secured my seatbelt. My nipple instantly hardened. Kyler kissed me, but I was too stunned to respond, and it was over too quickly.
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, wait, come back, do it again, but he stood and closed my door. He walked around the front of the car and said something to Patrick before climbing into the driver's side.
Without another word, he slammed the car into drive, took my hand and kissed it, and then we were off.
Five minutes later, we were at a private airfield, driving up to a sleek black plane with the Quadrangle logo on the tail in gold. Tyler stood at the back of a black SUV typing on his phone. He had a cocky smirk on his face but looked relaxed. Not the wound too tight boy I saw at the dinner party a couple of nights ago.
We pulled in behind the SUV. I reached for the door.
“Wait there,” Kyler said.
I drew my hand back.
“I’ll help you out.” He kissed my hand again, released it, and opened his door. He rounded the back of the car. Patrick and his team had followed us in a similar SUV. Kyler opened my door. Leaned in to undo my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car.
“Finally.” Tyler huffed, but he had a grin on his face.
“Relax.” Kyler grumbled and walked up the plane steps with me in tow.
“I’m sorry we’re late.” I looked over my shoulder.
“You’re not late, darlin.” Tyler skipped up the steps. “I’m just giving my big brother a hard time.”
“Why?” I stepped into the plane and stopped.
“Because I can.” I bumped into the back of Kyler.
“Where would you like to sit?” Kyler asked. I didn’t answer. The dark outer shell of the plane was in complete contrast to the clean cream interior. Big, overstuffed seats sat in pairs along one side of the plane, four rows in total, and two couches faced each other at the back of the plane. Kyler guided me to a seat in the second row. He sat me down and buckled me in. “If you're tired, once the plane takes off, you can head back there and get some sleep.” He nodded towards the back of the plane.
Tyler went to the back and spoke to someone. He came back with a glass of champagne and sat next to me.
“Here.” He sat the glass on the little table separating our seat.
Kyler picked the glass up and handed it to him.
“She doesn’t need a drink right now,” Kyler growled at his brother.
“Fine,” Tyler tips the glass up and sipped it. He pulled his legs into the seat and sat crossed legged and took another sip.
Kyler glared.
I grabbed his hand.
“Give us a minute.” Kyler shouted.
“Dude.” Tyler shuddered. He downed the rest of his drink and stood up. “You could ask, you know.” He must have seen something he didn’t like it Kyler’s eyes because he spun around and headed back toward the back of the plane.
Kyler kneeled in front of me and rubbed the crease between his eyes. Funny, I hadn’t seen the crease in a couple of months. It miraculously returned the moment I realized Kyler was sending me away. He adjusted my seatbelt again. I looked out the side of the plane. An attendant in black slacks and black polo with a headset was loading suitcases into the plane beneath me.
“When you get to Newark Airport, Tyler’s driver will take you wherever you need to go.” He held my hand.
I turned back to him. I guess he wasn’t taking me home. I was silly to thank he would take the time and fly back with me.
“You okay?” He rubbed his hand up and down my arm. He reached up and placed the back of his hand on my forehead.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I pushed his hand away. “I’m just a nervous flyer. I’ll be fine once we get going.”
“Call me when you get settled, okay?” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it.
“Okay.” I was not going to cry. I reached out and soothed the crease between his eyes. “You stop being so grouchy, it will shorten your life.”
“I’ll remember that.” He pulled my hand down, leaned in, and kissed me. “Goodbye, my little Ninja.” He kissed me again.
“Bye Bye, Daddy.” I managed to get out over the lump in my throat.
Kyler kissed me on the cheek, and then abruptly stood and left.