Page 29 of Rayna's Daddy

Her eyes grew wide, but she didn’t look away. She flicked her index finger against her thumb, swallowing, and leaning to her side on the couch. Her finger and thumb thumped away. I grabbed her hand.

“Do you know what a Daddy Dom is?” I tilted my head to catch her gaze.

“Yes.” She nodded.

“And so, you know, my Daddy Dom side doesn’t usually come out unless there’s a little that needs me.” I sat my drink on the coffee table.

Her eyes couldn’t get any wider, but then they narrowed. She pulled her hand away.

“Are you not a little, Rayna?” I leaned forward.

She opened her mouth.

“Please be honest with me.” I rubbed her knee. “I am being honest with you.”

She sighed, reach out for another fry, dipped it in the ranch and ate it. A stall tactic, that left ranch dressing dripping down her fingers. I resisted the urge to lick them clean. Instead, I handed her a napkin. “Are you ashamed of your little side?”

“No.” she whispered but wouldn’t look at me. She meticulously wiped each finger clean, one by one.

“Tell me about her.” I squeezed her knee. “How old is she?”

“She’s not little.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my beard. “She a middle then?”

“She’s not little all the time.” She nodded, “Yeah, but definitely middle in the ten to thirteen range.”

“Is she bratty and mischievous?”

“No, she’s sweet. But — “

“But what?” I encourage her to continue.

“I think she can get in trouble every once in a while.” She shrugged. “If anyone was around to notice.”

“You’ve never had a Daddy before?” I narrowed my eyes.

“No,” she shook her head vigorously. Her ponytail flopped from side to side.

“Have you shared your little side with anyone?”

She shook her head again. I placed my hand on her cheek.

“I’d like it if you shared here with me.” She leaned into my hand. “I meant it when I said you are safe here. Safe to be however you want to be.”

“Have you had a little girl before?” She pulled my hand away from her face but rested it on her thigh.

“I have.” She dropped my hand. “I have been in three relationships with littles. But not in the last four years.”

“Why so long ago?” She rocked herself on the couch.

“I wasn’t in a position in my life to care for a little like I wanted to. We were together for two years. She had just hit her confidence as a little girl. She felt safe to regress, sometimes without me, but when I took over my family's business, I had to put all my energy into it and before I let her feel neglected as my little, I ended things.” I regretted the way things ended with my former little. Ending it with her was the hardest conversation of my life and the devastation in her eyes when she walked out of my life still haunted me.

“Oh,” Rayna blanked. “You abandoned her?” Her lower lip quivered.

Rayna couldn’t have known, but she just plunged a dull serrated knife smack dab into the hole of my deepest and most painful wound.

I abruptly stood from the couch and took my dinner into the kitchen. She followed close on my heels caring her plate with the half-eaten burger. She made a mad dent in the fries.

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