Kitten's Christmas (Billionaire Daddy Doms -- Kitten 5)

Kitten's Christmas (Billionaire Daddy Doms 5)
Wanda Violet O.
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Copyright ©2023 Wanda Violet O.

Only two days till Christmas and I’m all out of sorts. No one should feel discombobulated this close to Christmas. I haven’t told Daddy or Max because they’d make a fuss about it and probably make me go to a yucky doctor. Thankfully, I felt better this afternoon. Enough that I made my way to Daddy’s office before he was done for the day. He’s working from home today because he was worried about me when I asked to sleep in. Yeah. My Daddy loves me.

At the door, I stripped as I was supposed to, leaving Max’s T-shirt, the only thing I’d put on this morning after crawling back into bed, folded neatly on the table outside. I didn’t wear panties much around the house. Or anywhere else for that matter.

I opened the door to find Daddy on a video conference call. They seemed to all be talking at once while Daddy patiently listened. I didn’t think he noticed me. I intended to sit at his feet on my cushion as I usually did, but the second I neared him, Daddy held out one arm for me and pulled me into his lap.

I could see myself in the corner of the screen curled up on Daddy’s lap, naked as the day I was born. I tried to shift so they couldn’t see my breasts. Daddy didn’t seem to mind, even when a couple of the men on the call leaned forward, their eyes wide.

Daddy kissed my temple and murmured, “You know I’m not ashamed to show you affection. Let them gawk, my beautiful, naked Kitten.”

Well, when he put it like that…

After the months I’d been with Daddy, I should be used to him showing me off by now. Normally it didn’t bother me in the least. Today, I was self conscious. Probably because I’d felt so out of it the last couple of days. I snuggled closer, putting my arms around his neck and my lips on his skin. He grunted his approval and kissed my forehead before opening a side drawer at his desk and pulling out my favorite blanket to cuddle up in, wrapping his arms around me and turned his full attention back to the meeting.

I must have dozed off. I had no idea why because I’d already slept practically the whole day. The next thing I knew, Daddy was carrying me up the stairs. Max met us at the door to the bedroom. “She all right? Do I need to call the doctor?”

“I’m not sure. She seems worn out. Have the two of you been playing today?” It didn’t sound like an accusation. Exactly. I could tell Daddy was worried though.

“No. She woke up a little late then went right back to bed. I checked on her several times. As far as I can tell, she didn’t get up again except to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water. I tried to coax her to eat some fruit, but she picked at it. She wouldn’t even eat her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

“I’m fine, Daddy. Honest.” I looked up at him where he still had me wrapped in the blanket. “I was under the weather this morning, but I’m better this afternoon. I don’t feel too bad. Just a little nauseous and drained.”

“If you’ve not eaten, you have to be hungry.” Daddy’s brows drew together in worry. I hated to cause him that.

“I’m not hungry.” I grinned up at him. “At least, not for food.”

“There’s my Kitten. I don’t like it when you feel bad, sweetheart.” Daddy brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. I crawled out of his lap, shedding the blanket. He sat on the edge of the bed so I pushed him back so he lay down. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly hardening cock. “Not sure I should let you do this, but I have trouble denying you anything.”

“I’m hungry for this, Daddy.” Then I engulfed him deep. Normally, I loved sucking Daddy’s cock. It was a comfort sometimes as well as my happy place. Daddy knew this. Which was probably why he allowed it now. But it might have been too soon to try after this morning’s nausea. I abruptly pulled back when I gagged unexpectedly.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, Kitten.” Daddy said. He stood, removing his clothes. “Why don’t we try me going down on you instead of the other way around.”

“But what about you, Daddy? I want you to have fun, too.” I knew I sounded a little whiny, but I was still out of sorts. I wasn’t sick, per se. I didn’t feel right. Like myself.

“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy myself plenty, sweetheart. You lay back and spread those sweet thighs of yours. Let me take care of you.”