Page 49 of Rayna's Daddy

“I don’t think it’s weird.” She shook her head.

“To me, it means you trust me and you feel safe to be yourself even when we’re intimate.” How the fuck did I get so lucky?

“Intimate.” She cringed.

“Or times when your tight little pussy is coming all over my hard cock.” I pinched her cheek.

“Daddddy.” Her eyes grew wide. I laughed.

“Any other questions at the moment?” I squeeze one of her pigtails. She shakes her head no. “Ok, then we are going to go back upstairs and clean up.”

She nods.

“Then we are going to have something to eat because you have not eaten today.” I patted her behind. “And, then we are going to discuss your punishment.”

Her eye grew wide. “Punishment?”

“What did I tell you about leaving the apartment?” I pushed her off my lap and stood her between my legs.

She stared at the ground.

I grabbed her sweater off the table and helped her put it on. The black sweater was longer than the cum stained dress.

“Rayna,” I lifted her chin. “What did I say?”

“Don’t leave the apartment without you.” She pouted.

“Right.” I took her hand and kissed it. “And, what about the little champagne and pizza party you had not only in the living room, but the result of your behavior in my bathroom?”

“You didn’t say not to have a champagne and pizza party in the living room.” She held her stomach. “And the party in your bathroom was punishment enough. Yuck.”

I turned to keep from laughing out loud in front of her.

We walked back into the hallway. Rayna huddled close to me.

People went about their business. A few smiled at her.

“Did they hear me, you know?” She whispered.

“I doubt it,” I kissed the top of her head. “But if they did, they are too polite to embarrass you about it.”

Josh and Patrick stood near the elevator.

“Hi Rayna.” Josh smiled down at her. “I’m happy that you have decided to stay with us for a little while longer.”

Except for Josh. The prick.

“Yes. I have decided to stay.” She smiled back.

Joan stepped out of her office.

“Cancel the rest of my day.” I squeezed Rayna’s hand. “And, have Chef George fix us some grilled chicken and whatever steamed veggies he has on the menu tonight.”

“Yes, sir.” Joan typed away on the tablet in the crook of her arm.

“Veggies.” Rayna’s nose crinkled.

“It’s not pizza, and a three-hundred-dollar bottle of champagne, but it will still be tasty.” I pulled Rayna into the elevator.

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