Page 34 of Rayna's Daddy

“You okay?” He called after me.

“Yeah,” I went to the next door. “What’s in here?”

“My dungeon.”

“Cool.” I blinked. “Wait, what?” I spin around as his words hit me.

“I’m just kidding.” He opened the door. Shelves full of boxes and paper products covered each surface. “Just storage. Wanted to see if you were paying attention.”

I shook my head at him.

He took my hand again. “The dungeon’s in Quad IV.”

His phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket.

“Hello.” I walk up the steps. He guided me with a hand on my lower back.

Dungeon, huh?

Is Kyler more of a Daddy or a Dom? My dream dominant was a mix of both. Although I had little experience with either. I was a submissive, but not quite sure if it constituted age play. My personality as a little had nothing to do with having a Daddy. It was me. There were so many books out about the Daddy/little dynamic and I gravitated towards the one where the littles were their true selves all the time. But it was hard to live in the real world, like the littles in those books, alone.

Being a middle was my everyday personality, and when it came to kink, I was open to exploring all of it. If I had to commit to one kink for the rest of my life, I’d die of boredom.

No, thank you.

“Get it done.” Kyler huffed. “No more excuses.”

Mean Daddy.

He hung up the phone and reached out for my arm.

“What did you just say?” He pulled me back to him.

“Nothing Kyler.” I emphasized his name. I was not about to call him Daddy out loud. Not when he was in a bad mood. I was curious about Kyler’s Dom side, but did not want to be on the receiving end of Daddy’s wrath.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“What?” I grinned.

He turned his attention to the keypad on the door.

“Give me six numbers you will remember. Not your birthday, too easy.” He punched in a bunch of numbers and the door opened.

“Why?”

He punched in another sequence of number and the keypad beeped and the two little lights turned green.

“Because I said so.”

“Not fair.” I huffed. “You can’t use typical Daddy reasons. You’re not my Daddy.”

“Yet.”

I stepped back and blinked.

“Numbers.” He turned to me. “Six that you can remember.”

“007099.” He punched my numbers in the keypad and the green lights flashed. The keypad beeped in quick succession.

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