Page 67 of Rayna's Daddy

Kyler set the contract to the side. He had a pen and a legal pad.

“First of all, I believe we are compatible.” He leveled me with a stare. “Do you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I spoke with my mouth full. I covered my mouth with my napkin.

“So then, we start from there.” He picked up the pen. “I know you’re concerned my former little was younger than you, and some of the things I enjoy about the dynamic, may not traditionally be associated with your middle’s age. I think the key is making sure my preferences don’t undermine your little and vice versus.”

“Mylittledoesn’t over mine yourDaddy.” I giggled.

“Exactly.” Kyler smiled. “Very well said, Rayn Drop.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“So, to start, I love when you call me Daddy.” Kyler tapped the pen on the table. “So, a rule would be, when we are alone, I would like you to address me as Daddy and when we are in general public, Kyler, or Sir if appropriate.”

“Okay. I like that rule.”

“Great.” He wrote it down in a shorthand. “Now, you think of one.”

I leaned my head back and thought but couldn’t think of what to say to not infringe on Kyler’s as my Daddy. “Can I pass?”

“No, but I’ll help you out if you like,” he said.

I leaned forward. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, let’s take this morning as a good one. I enjoy picking out your clothes and dressing you.” He set the pen down. “I got the feeling it didn’t make you feel little. It made you feel uncomfortable. Do you want to explain to me why?”

“Well . . .”

“We are discussing our relationship, Rayna; there’s no right or wrong answer.” He reached his hand out. I put mine in his and instantly felt better.

“I love this outfit and love the socks, but I also like to shop and for a second, I thought I would not be allowed to shop for myself.” I took a breath.

Kyler’s lips pursed, and he nodded. “I would never take something away from you that you enjoy.”

I smiled.

“As long as it’s important to you, it’s important to me.” He squeezed my hand. “As long as we talk about these things, then we avoid conflicts in the future.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “But in case you weren’t aware, I like orgasms, too Daddy and you took them away from me.” I fake pouted.

“For 24 hours.” Kyler growled.

I shoved a fork full of lettuce in my mouth to keep from laughing.

“And, now I’m even more convinced that it’s the perfect punishment for my little Ninja.”

“Daddy.” I scrunched up my face.

He chuckled.

We discuss the rest of the contract, adding more rules while we finished lunch. Once completed, I placed our dishes in the kitchen, one of my rules.

“How are your typing skills, little girl?” Kyler stood up and stretched.

“Fast.” I leaned over the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room.

“I have a few calls I need to make.” I picked up the contract. “I’ll give you a laptop to use so you can type off the rules and once complete, print them out and sign the contract.”

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