Page 14 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

“Oh no, you don’t. You’re coming with me. You’ve got yourself in trouble, little boy, and you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”

“No!” he shouted and tried again to raise himself up. I popped his bare ass, and he yelped.

“Stop, please!”

“What did I tell you back in Albuquerque about being a good boy?”

“Let me up!”

“No until I’ve spanked that ass.”

I pulled him over my lap and gave him five hard spanks to redden those plump cheeks.

“Are you going to be a good boy now and mind me? Or do I have to keep doing this?”

“No! Stop it please! I-I’ll be good. I promise!”

“I seem to remember promises being made before.”

“I mean it this time! I swear! Please!”

I pulled him up to sit on my lap. He put his hands down over his dick. I guess it was so I couldn’t see it, and I shook my head at him. “I’m not going to molest you, damn it. You cost me time and money.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Not yet, but you’re going to be.” I put him back over on the bed. “Now cover yourself.”

He pulled the sheet over his lap and stared up at me with big, tear-stained eyes.

“W-what are you doing here? How did you find me?” he said, staring into my eyes with panic as I glared down at him. “Please, please let me go!”

“Sorry, but I can’t do that. Looks like you’re well and truly caught, Kitten.”

“No, please! I-I’ll do anything!” He reached for my groin, but I pushed his hand away.

In one of the passionate speeches I was already getting used to from him, he suddenly pulled me back down over him by my shirt front and gave me a long, soulful kiss. “Nooo, let me make it up to you, please. Please make love to me. I want you to. Please,” he said, in between kisses.

Anger flew over me at the idea that he was offering himself to me like that. Had he done something like this before? I was surprised at how furious the idea made me. I slapped his hands away and stood up, seriously thinking of putting him across my lap again. I forced the feeling down and pulled on his arm. “Get out of bed so you can get dressed.”

His face flushed bright red. “But don’t you want to make love to me? Doesn’t that interest you? Why don’t you want me?” His pretty eyes shone up at me, full of hope and hurt and willing to make himself a part of the deal.

My gaze roamed up and down Kitt’s gorgeous little body, as he pushed down the sheet to show it to me, and I had a surge of angry resentment. Angry because he wasn’t mine—so I really shouldn’t spank his little ass again for valuing himself so lightly, no matter how badly I wanted to. Yet the idea of him belonging to anyone other than me was like a giant fist clenching my guts. And where the hell had that suddenly come from?

I picked up the sheet and threw it back over him.

“I said to cover yourself. And what makes you think I would want anything like that anyway?” I said, knowing it was mean, but just needing to make him stop. Kitt’s eyes changed at the harsh words though, putting out that hopeful spark that had been shining up at me and changing to a look of hurt. Those sultry, dark eyelashes came down over his eyes, and he got a sweet little pout I knew he wasn’t even aware of. The flash of pain I saw before he carefully hooded his eyes made me feel even worse, and I wanted to tell him I was sorry, and I didn’t mean a word of it. I knew I’d probably hurt his feelings, but he was too in control of his emotions to show it—not a lot anyway. And where had he learned to do that?

“Get up and get dressed, Kitten.”

A little sob escaped his throat, and despite how angry I was at him, it almost killed me to hear it. He was such a child. Then he suddenly threw his arms around my neck again, giving it one last shot, and his rigid cock pressed into my stomach. Maybe he wasn’t such a child after all.

He was so luscious, and his kisses tasted so sweet. He sighed into the kiss, and his hands roamed over my lower back and dropped down to caress my hips. He looked up and gave me that sweet, tremulous smile, the one that didn’t quite touch the despair in his eyes.

“I’m begging you. I’m so tired and I know you must be too. We both drove all night. Just lie down here beside me for a little while and hold me. You don’t have to do anything else. Then we can get up and go. I know you must be so tired. I am too—and if you lie here with me for just a little while and rest, then when we get up, we can leave. I won’t cause you any more trouble, I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!”

It was such a childish comment to make. But it still got to me. And he was right about one thing—I was exhausted andneeded to rest. This room was paid for, and he was so sleepy and soft and smelled so good…he was hard to resist.

Kitt sighed as he saw my hesitation and immediately snuggled even closer against me. I didn’t want to move away from him. He pulled me down beside him, and I allowed it, letting myself relax for just a few minutes. Maybe I could take a little nap and just enjoy the feeling of still being close to this beautiful body of his.

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