Page 91 of Rayna's Daddy

The guys all nodded in agreement.

I stood up. “If you all will excuse me for a minute.” I turned to Rayna. “Follow me, please.”

Rayna looked around the table and then pushed her chair back and stood up.

I stepped out on the balcony. She followed close behind. It seemed Rayna needed a reminder of the rules.

CHAPTER24

Uh Oh!

I was in trouble. I had been bratting out a bit lately. It must be the plug in my butt. That’s it.

I am a good girl.

I followed Kyler out onto the balcony. The air was heavy and warm. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains in the distance. The sky was pitch black.

Kyler stood by the railing and stared off into space. I stood next to him and gripped the black metal railing. I leaned over and looked down at The Quadrangle below. We weren’t high up. Not like in Kyler’s penthouse.

A man walked across the quad with a young woman skipping by his side. I giggled. They approached the building we were in. I watched them until they entered below us.

I looked back at Kyler to see if he noticed the obvious Daddy and his little. His face was stoic and steely. I shuddered.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I stared down at my shoes. I tapped my toe against the steel railing. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but Tyler was being rude, and Randall was talking like I wasn’t even in the room. They act like they know me, but they don’t, really. And Chandler was teasing me, and I don’t like him teasing me because he’s only met me a few times and Josh doesn’t even want me here in the first place. I am the guest. They should be making me feel welcome, instead they . . .”

I tilted my head, and Kyler was no longer standing next to me. I looked over my shoulders. He’d lowered himself into one of two lounge chairs on the balcony. I turned to face him.

“Are you done?” His voice was so soft I strained to hear him.

“Yes, Sir.” I inspected the top of my shoes again.

“Come here.” He motioned for me and patted his lap.

“Why?” My heart raced.

“Because I said so.”

I knew he was going to say that. I slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“If you know, then why did you ask?” He grumbled and patted his thigh. “Here, now.” His voice was a little louder.

I skipped forward and stood in front of him. He pitched me forward and over his lap.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. He flipped the back of my dress up and gave me six slaps. Three on each cheek. He gripped the plug and pushed it in and out of my ass.

“Oh.” I squirmed in his lap. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. I looked back over my shoulder. From the expression on Kyler’s face, it wasn’t supposed to feel good.

Kyler flipped me back on my feet and pulled me into his lap.

“Now, that I have your attention.” He wiped a stray tear off my cheeks. “Why are you being so argumentative? Where is my sweet little Rayn Drop?”

“I can’t be sweet all the time.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And, if that’s the kind of little you want, then this isn’t going to work.”

Kyler frowned and peered at me with those dark eyes. He gripped my forearms, and I released them and dropped them to my side.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

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