“Oh, wow.” A short woman dressed in all black did an elaborate ninja fighting type dance across the stage.
“You can get close.” Kyler pulled my chair out. I kissed his cheek and got closer to the stage. The dance got more elaborate and dangerous. The performers had every person in the room enthralled. Except for Kyler. Everyone time I looked back to see if he was enjoying the show, his sad eyes were focused on me.
He knew. I was about to break his heart.
* * *
WatchingRayna tonight was the highlight of our time together. She fell right into little space among the other littles. She didn’t want the night to end. Neither did I.
“Did you have fun?” I held her hand and squeezed as we rode up in the elevator.
“It was so cool.” She bounced on her feet. “Did you see the ninja dancers? Was that for me? So cool.” Her euphoria was contagious. I wasn’t sure if it was the sugar rush or the excitement of the evening. “Patrick, did you see the show? Wasn’t it amazing?”
Patrick grinned back at Rayna.
But she didn’t wait for his answer. “And Daddy, the tea tasted more like hot chocolate, but nothing I’d ever tasted before. Did you like the show, Daddy?”
“I did.”
“Is it different every time?” She frowned. It didn’t last long. “I need to get me a harness so I can fly through the air like that, real ninja style.” She gave a one-sided kick and karate chop as we reached the top floor.
Patrick stepped out and scanned the hallway. He motioned for us to follow. She let go of my hand and proceeded to run down the hall toward our apartment.
When did I start thinking of it as ours? “Don’t run, Rayna.”
She skidded to a stop and gave the air more of her karate moves. Patrick chuckled. I glared at him, but he didn’t stop. I had been too lacks with my staff lately. They were no longer afraid of me. The scowl I wore for years had been replaced with something else.
Contentment.
No, it was more than content. It was happiness. I was happy. Rayna made me happy.
I chuckled and caught up with Rayna.
“Shh.” I flattened myself against the wall. “We must be in stealth mode. You don’t know who’s listening or watching.” I looked up and down the hallway.
Rayna flattened herself next to me and loud whispered. “Who’s watching?”
“I think it’s the Russians.” I gestured towards Patrick. “There’s one right now.” I grabbed Rayna and pressed her against me. “Kiss me, so they can’t see our faces.”
Rayna stood on her toes and reached her hands around my neck. I turned her back against the wall. I deepened the kiss and felt her body relax against me. A little moan escaped as Patrick opened the apartment door to do his walk through. I leaned back and waited for Rayna to regain her composure.
“I think he’s gone.” I whispered in her ear and kissed it. “But be careful.” I looked back down the hall. “They could be anywhere.”
I flattened back against the wall.
“Stay close.” Rayna scooted toward the door. She peaked in and then grabbed my hand. We proceeded down the hall to our room, our steps quiet and careful.
We stepped in the bedroom, and I grabbed Rayna by the waist, lifted her, and scurried to the other side of the bed before kneeling with her in my arms.
“Woo, that was close.” She peaked over the bed. “I think we got away.” The door to my room closed.
Rayna gasped. “Do you think they locked us in here?” She turned to me. Her big brown eyes, the size of saucers, stared up at me.
I didn’t answer her; I kissed her instead. A desperate kiss. It could be our last time for a while, and I wanted it to last. I pulled back.
Rayna touched her swollen lips. The game in her head was over. She blinked and left little space as she pulled at the buttons of my shirt. I unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders, exposing her little tits. As she continued to work on my shirt, I laid wet kisses over her breast. I sucked on her right nipple.
She was all tangled in her dress and trying to undress me. I sat her on the edge of the bed and pulled the rest of her dress off. I stood up and removed my shirt. Rayna made quick work of my pants and underwear as my hard cock greeted her.