Naughty Kitten (Billionaire Daddy Doms -- Kitten 3)

Naughty Kitten (Billionaire Daddy Doms 3)
Wanda Violet O.
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My life was… bliss!

Daddy was the center of my life and he was simply amazing. He made me feel cherished. Loved beyond measure. He took his pleasure in return for everything he gave me, but he always made sure I was pleased just as much as he was. Max was a rare treasure as well. While I loved my Daddy beyond anything in the world, Max was a huge part of our life. One I knew I never wanted to do without. The only thing marring my complete and utter happiness was… Daddy.

Something was wrong. I hadn’t yet gotten up the courage to ask him, but I was going to have to. While he was unfailingly gentle and kind to me, Daddy snapped at everyone who came to his home for business. It was worse at the office, even when it was his most trusted inner circle. The men he called his brothers, Victor, especially, suffered. Which I found odd since Daddy didn’t hesitate to have the man in the same room with me.

I knew Daddy wasn’t still angry about Victor scaring me when he’d been allowed a taste of my pussy. There were even times when he snapped at Max, who took it as a personal failing, when Max had done nothing wrong. This had to stop. Which meant I had to figure out what was wrong with Daddy and fix it.

Today, Daddy was working in his study. There were several men here for meetings throughout the day. I watched them from my perch on the window in the gym while Max worked out. Daddy had growled at Max this morning for not being in our bedroom when I woke up, which wasn’t really Max’s fault because I woke up an hour earlier than normal.

Max had taken his rebuke stoically, promising Daddy he’d do better. I felt bad, but Daddy insisted none of it was my fault. Now, I sat in the bed Daddy and Max had made for me in the window seat, wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket. I alternatively watched men coming and going from the estate, and Max as his muscles flexed, sweat glistening off his magnificent body. Yeah. He was pushing himself hard today. Likely trying to work off anger and aggression from Daddy’s scolding.

This had to stop. Now.

I waited until Max was on the treadmill, his side to me, running in a lulling rhythm that always put me to sleep when I closed my eyes and listened. Max knew it put me to sleep so after a few minutes, as long as I was still, he’d likely focus on his inner turmoil and not so much on me. Sure enough, after about ten minutes, he stopped even glancing in my direction and started pushing himself harder, upping the speed and running faster.

Carefully, I got off the window seat and fluffed my blankets so that, at first glance, he’d think I was napping. Then I crept out of the gym and downstairs to Daddy’s study.

I watched, making certain how many men had come into the mansion versus how many had left. If I’d counted correctly, there was only one person left, that man being Victor. Max would be angry with me if I went anywhere near Victor without him, but I’d had time to reflect on that situation. It had truly pained Victor to have frightened me the way he had. Victor had risked Daddy’s wrath, the wrath of a man he called his best friend, to test Max to make sure he’d protect me from anyone, including himself and Daddy. No. Victor wasn’t a threat to me. Daddy knew it, too. Max needed to realize it as well.

One problem at a time.