Page 27 of Rayna's Daddy

“How about we talk about it over dinner?” I walk back over to her and lift her chin. “Okay?”

She nods and hugs herself.

I rub her cheek. I want to kiss her. Pull her into me. Press her up against the window and feel her small frame against me. When I held her last night, she had weighed nothing. I had imagined holding her with one arm, while exploring her tight frame with my other hand. Pinning her in place and touching her everywhere. She would feel so soft against me.

She tilted her head up farther. Her eyes hooded, her bottom lip quivered. She wanted me to kiss her, but it would have to wait.

We had to have a discussion first, and from the flush of her cheeks, her mind was clouded by lust.

My brain was in the same place. Instead of giving in I turned and headed into my room. A cold shower would clear my head and help me regain some semblance of control.

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Every partof my Daddy Dom side had awakened since she literal stumbled into my life. Feelings I had tapped way down for years suddenly rose to the surface. For a man who thrives on control, Rayna challenged every hard inch of it, and I didn’t mind one bit. She had already wormed her way into my fantasy life. Evidence by the way I gripped my cock in the shower. My mind filled with images of Rayna. Her long fingers wrapped firmly around my shaft, moved up and down with the right amount of pressure. Her coconut scent surrounded me as I peered down at her pouty lips. I groaned and gripped harder as her little tongue tasted me, massaging the underside of my length. My innocent little girl had expert skills. My little Rayna was smart, she probably did her research.

I imagine her watching porn to learn how to get me off. The thought pushed me over the edge.

Like this, Daddy?She would ask before I blew my load into her mouth. Some of it would dribble down her chin and land on her perfect tits, marking her as mine.

My sweet Rayna.

“Fuck.” My eyes blinked open and disappointment flooded my senses. My own cock laid heavy and limp in my own hand. And Rayna was in the other room. With my bodyguard.

I jumped out of the shower, dried off and dressed in dark jeans and a brown long sleeve Henley in record time. I couldn’t wait to get back to her.

The doorbell rang.

“Identify yourself!” She yelled.

Brat.But she was my good girl. I knew she’d do what she was told.

I stepped out of my room and pushed my sleeves up.

“Just leave the tray there.” I motioned toward and head to the bar and pour myself two fingers of scotch. Rayna’s glaring eyes made me pause.

She motioned toward Patrick with a head nod.

“Thanks man.”

A toothy grin spread across Rayna's face.

Patrick scoffed and shook his head. “You two have a good night.” He scurried back out the door.

“Bye. Bye.” Rayna called after him and waved.

“What would you like to drink, Rayna?” She turned on her heels to face me.

“White wine, please.” She pulled her shoulders back, but her thumb and finger flicked against each other. It was her tell for sure, but I’d need to spend more time with her to decipher what it meant.

I narrowed my eyes.

“What?” She skipped over toward me. “I’m twenty-two. I can drink.”

“I think you had enough from last night.”

She cringed. “You’re probably right.” She held her chin in her hand and looked at the sky.

“The fridge in the kitchen should be fully stocked with sodas and juice. Help yourself.”

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