Page 99 of Rayna's Daddy

“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.”

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The next daywent 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.”

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