Page 65 of Rayna's Daddy

“You hungry?”

I nodded. “Can we have more than chicken and veggies?”

“What would you like?” He smiled down at me.

“Chicken Cobb salad.”

He typed out our order on his tablet.

“With extra ranch dressing from Chef George, please.”

“I think that goes without saying, Rayn Drop.” Daddy scooted off the bed. I noticed the clothes folded at the end. They didn’t look like my clothes. I secured the towel and sat up on my knees.

“Let’s get you dressed.” He held up a cute white t-shirt with red and white ties that made a cute bow.

“Whose clothes are these?” I crawled closer.

“I think they belong to you.” He pulled at my towel, and it dropped around my waist. He gathered the shirt and put it over my head. I pushed my arms through the armholes. “I don’t know of any other size small, little girl living here. Do you?”

“You bought these for me?” He held up the red and white polka dot cotton panties. I straighten my legs, and he put them on my feet and shimmied them up my legs. I stepped off the bed and held on to Kyler’s shoulders while he pulled them up. He held out a pair of denim shorts. I stepped into them as well and he pulled them up and button and zipped them. He tied the two straps in a bow just above my belly button. It was sexy, but cute.

“Now, for the most important decision.” He held up three pairs of knee-high socks. One pair was in red, one was in white, and the third was in red and white polka dots.

“Isn’t it obvious, Daddy?” I plucked the polka dot pair out of his hand. He dropped the other two on the bed and snatched them from me. “You do know I can dress myself?” The little voice had disappeared and surprised me. It’s like little Rayna was the real me and adult Rayna blurted nonsense out, demanding to be heard.

Kyler sat next to me. With the socks dangling in his hand.

“I mean, unless you really want to.”Hello again, little Rayna.I put my legs in his lap. He helped me with my socks and then stood up. He didn’t seem angry, but I had broken the playful mood. Well, not me, adult Rayna. She could really be a buzz kill sometimes.

After I got dressed. I hopped off the bed.

“Why don’t you go pick up and dry your toys so they will be ready for your next bath?” He nudged me toward the bathroom. “I need to grab something from my office. I’ll meet you in the living room.” I turned and watched Kyler disappear down the hallway. I picked my ninja case off the side of the tub and dried it off. I loved my new toys. I put them in the cabinet under the sink and put my towel in the hamper. Some phantom housekeeper would pop in on weekends to make the bed, but I could at least pull up the sheets and make them look like they hadn’t been fucked in.

I giggled.

“Rayna.” Kyler’s voice rang from the living room.

“Coming Daddy.” I caught my reflection in the large mirror. My clothes made me look little and feel little, especially the knee highs. I would never wear them out of the house. But in Kyler’s domain, I was his little girl, and no one was going to judge me for it.

I skipped down the hall. Lunch had been set up at the table. Kyler was on the phone. He motioned for me to sit and get started. I sat but then stood back up.

He wasn’t speaking but listening intently. His eyes narrowed.

“Drinks.” I motioned with my hand.

He put the phone on mute.

“What would you like to drink, Daddy?” I walked into the kitchen.

“Water for me, thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled and went back to his call, which quickly put a frown back on his face. I grabbed two bottles of water and sat them on the table.

Some papers I hadn’t noticed before sat next to Kyler’s plate. He motioned for me to start eating. I ate a piece of chicken. It was warm and grilled perfectly. I poured some of my ranch dressing on my salad and mixed it all up.

“Yeah, thanks for the update.” Kyler sat down across from me. “Let me know if you hear anything else.”

He hung up the phone.

“Is everything okay?” I stabbed at my salad to create the perfect bite.

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