Page 52 of Rayna's Daddy

With a flick of Kyler’s fingers, my towel dropped to the ground around my feet

I didn’t have time to panic over being completely naked in front of him again. Kyler quickly dressed me in the clothes he picked out for me. He pretended not to look, but the tent in his towel made me giddy.

I reached out to cup his cock, but he moved my hand away.

“We have time for that later, too.” Kyler picked me up, walked me into his room and laid me down on the bed.

“I love these!” He gathered one sock in his hand and slipped it over my toe before rolling them up my legs. He does the same with the other and then kisses the top of my legs and patted my thighs. “So cute. Sit tight.”

“In storage, I have them in so many cute colors.” I drew my legs up and sat crossed legged on his bed with my chin in my hand.

“Why didn’t you bring them?” He asks as he disappears back into the bathroom.

“I didn’t have enough room.” My knees bobbed up and down. “I didn’t think I’d have many occasions to wear them.”

“You can wear them all the time.” Kyler returned wearing grey sweatpants. They hung lower on his hips. His flat stomach emphasizes the v shape of his torso, that led to his perfect penis.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Your perfect penis.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

He chuckled and came toward me. Kyler stands in front of me, slid his hands under my butt, and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. My chest pressed against his. Everywhere our bodies touched, warmth seeped into my soul. He cradled me in his arms and once again, the feeling of safety and comfort, overwhelm my senses. I laid my head on his shoulder and hummed.

“You good, my little Rayn Drop?” He rubbed my back.

“Yes, Daddy.” So good.

“I love hearing you call me that.” He nuzzled my neck, nipping at my skin. I giggle and squirm in his arms. He carried me into the main room. Where two covered plates sat awaiting our arrival.

“I’m going to grab us something to drink.” Kyler sat me down on one of the chairs and kissed the top of my head.

The food smelled good. I lifted the covers. It was chicken breast with the grill marks that looked so perfect; like they were painted on. The vegetables were Brussels sprout which I loved. They smelled kind of sweet. There was even a small bowl of ranch dressing. I had tried each restaurant’s version of my favorite condiment since I’ve been here, and Chef George’s was the best. My mouth watered.

Kyler came back and sat down a glass full of ice and amber liquid. He added a pink straw.

I reached for the glass with both hands and took a sip.

“Apple juice.” Yummy. It was super cold like I like it. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You are welcome, sweetheart.” He reached for my plate but paused. “Would you like me to cut your chicken for you?”

“Yes, please.” I nodded and sipped my juice. “Do you like doing stuff like that?”

“I do,” he cut the chicken in cubed shapes. “But I’m more concerned about understanding what your little likes.”

“It’s not something a middle would need, right?” I pouted. He placed my plate back in front of me.

“Rayna, your little,” he smoothed down his beard and shook his head. “You can like whatever you like. We get to make up the rules of our relationship.” He tapped the side of my place. “Now eat.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I picked up a piece of chicken, dipped it in the ranch and popped it into my mouth. “But you have some preferences, too. Right? If there’s something you want me to try. I want to try.”

“Okay.”

“Except for diapers.” I picked up a piece of Brussels sprout and tasted it. The sweet sauce exploded on my tongue.” I moaned. “These are so good.”

“We will have to let Chef know.” He smirked.

“Oh, yes.” I nodded. “I’d love to meet everyone that has been feeding me all this time.”

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