Page 111 of Rayna's Daddy

In the elevator, he flashed a key fob across the panel and hit the PH button. “Daddy, I live on five.”

“We live in the penthouse.”

“You moved in here?” My head throbbed. “Wha, When?”

“Last night.” He grunted.

“And when were you going to tell me?” I asked.

“Today.” His eyes shut. “Before all of this . . .” His voice cracked.

“Hey, Daddy.” I gripped his face. “I’m okay. I’m fine.”

“But you almost weren’t.” He leaned in and swiped his lips across mine. “If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. He adjusted me to straddle him. He held me with one hand under my ass.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kyler asked. “If you need to go to the hospital, I’ll take you.”

“No, I’m fine. I promise.” The elevator opened. We stepped out and took a right. Kyler opened the door with his free hand.

“Wow.” The room had the same view as my place, but from much higher up. We didn’t get to enjoy it or the rest of the apartment. He carried me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He sat me on the counter and turned toward the tub. It was as big as my bathroom downstairs. I noticed a new set of bath crayons and other toys in a little basket in the corner.

“I took a shower this morning.” I smelled under my arms.

Kyler smirked back at me as he poured bubbles in the tub.

I sighed loudly.

“You’re not clean until Daddy cleans you and besides the warm water will help your bruises.” He frowned and gently lifted my arm to study the bruise on my biceps.

“The bruises were probably more my fault.” I pressed on my hip. “I fought back hard. I wasn’t about to let him put me in the trunk of that car.”

Kyler’s mouth dropped open.

“I’m a ninja and I can take care of myself.” I gave him a quick demonstration of my karate chopping skills. He grabbed my hands and growled.

“What am I going to do with you?” He whispered and shook his head. “Arms up.” He lifted them and removed my dress. Then my bra. He ran his fingers down my sternum and over my hip. He lifted me and removed my panties. He dropped them in the hamper near the tub. He bent down and removed my shoes and socks. He remained fully dressed.

Not for long. He stood and pulled his shirt off. Toed off his shoes and jeans and left them in a pile in the floor.

He pulled me in his arms and stepped into the tub. The air was filled with lavender. “Hold on.” He tightened his grip around my waist and sat down in the tub.

The water felt good. The perfect temperature to sooth my aching muscles. We sat in the middle of the tub, holding each other. Daddy buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Daddy?”

“Just let me hold you for a second.” He nibbled on my skin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I ran my hand through his hair. His cock hardened between us. “I’m sorry.” He loosens his grip.

“I thought when I said I had to go back to school, you would tell me not to or come with me or something silly like that.” I bit my lip.

“It wasn’t silly.” He lifted my chin. “I wasn’t going to tell you not to go, but I didn’t want the reason we were together was because of how we started. I wanted you to have the opportunity to choose me.”

“I get it.” I nodded. “I choose you.”

“I choose you, too.” He kissed me and all the uncertainty and confusion melted away. “For the rest of the day, I’m going to take care of you, bath you, feed you and fuck you.”

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