Page 70 of Rayna's Daddy

“We could watch a movie.” She mumbled around my invading digit. “Have you seen the latest 007 movie?”

“Have you seen all the movies?” I asked.

“Just the newer ones.” She released my finger.

“You should see the older ones.” I ran my slick fingers across her bottom lip. “Who’s your favorite Bond?”

Her eyes narrowed. She nibbled on the tip of my index finger. “Daniel Craig, of course, but Pierce Brosnan is pretty cool too.”

“What about Roger Moore?”

“Who?” Her lips made a perfect O. My sexy little girl.

I shook my head. I could think of other things besides my fingers I could put between her perfect lips.

“Or, Sean Connery. I think you’d like him. He did the movies in the sixties.”

“Back when you were little?” She giggled.

“Brat.” I pinched her lip. “I’m not that old.”

“Sorry Daddy.” She renewed her vigor on my thumb.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

Her hand dropped.

“Celebrating.” She continued to suck on my finger like it was her personal pacifier. She seemed to be regressing, or it was her true innocent peeking through. I looked forward to exploring it all with her. “Do you not like it?” Her words muffled around my digit.

“I do like it,” I pulled my finger out of her mouth with a pop. “I thought we had this discussion. If you want something from Daddy, what are you supposed to do?”

She pouted and sat back on her heels.

“You don’t take without permission.” I tapped her on the nose. “We ask politely.”

“You mean, to say it out loud?” Her eyes grew wide.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

She grunted.

I grabbed her cheeks and brought her face up to mine and kissed her hard. My tongue invaded her mouth and sucked it back into my mouth. She squeaked.

I released her and she stumbled back onto her ass.

“Wow.” She touched her lips. “There was nothing polite about that!”

“I don’t have to ask. I’m in charge, little girl.” I caressed her cheek.

She sat back on her knees and placed her hands in her lap, one over the other. She sat quietly, waiting for instructions.

“Come here, little Ninja” I motioned her toward me. She crawled up on my lap. I gripped her behind her back and brought her face towards me. More gentle than before. “Not what was it you wanted to ask for?”

My cellphone rang.

I frowned and motioned for her to get it and bring it to me.

She pouted but scrambled off my lap, grabbed it and climbed back onto my lap. “We are kind of in the middle of something, Daddy.” Her eyes cut down to the bulge in my pants and then back up with a wiggle of her eyebrow.

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