Page 27 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

We kissed until we were both panting for breath. I wondered if he realized that he really wasn’t in charge of anything anymore. He was totally at my mercy and that was right where I wanted him. But I hoped he also knew it wasn’t a frightening place for him to be. I’d die before letting anything bad happen to him. He was safe with me, and I hoped he knew that.

And when had these feelings happened? I heard myself sighing softly and stopped struggling with every negative emotion I’d been feeling. I gave in to all of it, and I allowed myself to just enjoy what was happening in the moment.

“Did you decide not to be mad at me anymore?”

I bit down on his ear lobe, just because I could, and I was having trouble keeping my mouth off him. He made a cute little sound that probably embarrassed him, so I did it again, and he surged closer to me.

“That’s it,” I whispered in his ear. “Relax, and let me do the work, because I got this. I’ve got you, and I know just what to do with you.” He sighed and slid his lips over mine, kissing me deeply. I trailed kisses down his throat and wound up at his nipple, sucking it into my mouth so hard it made my head spin. He arched up against me and cried out my name, so I tortured his nipples a little more for a while.

I knelt over him and pushed his legs apart, but I didn’t try to enter him, because I didn’t have any lubricant, and I’d never want to hurt him. I put my dick between his thighs instead and Imoved against him, almost crying out at how good it felt. I took him in my hand to pleasure him at the same time.

He thrashed his head from side to side and dug his heels into me. Finally, when I was through with him, and he had climaxed so hard I thought his little head would come off, I pulled him over to lie on top of me as I stroked his body, and he came down a little.

“Behave,” I said, as he continued to moan and hump his hips against me. Finally, he began to settle, acting drained and exhausted. His breathing became a series of little gasps and aftershocks. I held him through it, stroking him and murmuring to him. I fell asleep with his warm breath gusting in my ear.

I had come so hard I felt totally drained too, and my eyes closed despite my best efforts to stay awake. He was breathing deeply on top of me, and he felt perfect there, so I put my arm around his waist, and I drifted off into a deep and restful sleep.

Chapter Five

Kitt

I woke up when a sliver of sunlight came in the closed curtains, slanting right across my face. I was lying up under Rio, somehow, and it felt so good I never wanted to move. I lay there just remembering how he made love to me and basking in that memory. I hoped he wouldn’t wake up and push me away. I dreaded the idea that he might say it had all been a mistake—it would kill me if he did.

I lay still for a while, seeing if I could go back to sleep, but I had no luck at all. My mind was racing, and I finally got up to go to the bathroom and splash water on my face. I brushed my teeth while I was in there, just in case there might be more kissing later, and then I went back out to the bedroom.

He was still deeply asleep, so I pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and decided to go in search of food. This was one of those hotels that served complimentary breakfast, and they usually had waffles and some of those sounded pretty good about now. I took the key to the room from the pocket of Rio’s sweatpants and decided to go downstairs before it got too crowded. I picked up his phone, while I was at it and downloaded another ringtone for him, just to mess with him later. This one was O Holy Night as sung by Conway Twitty. I tried to give him a variety.

I meandered downstairs, taking my time and found the little side room where they were serving breakfast. I loaded up on pastries and butter and made some waffles and got lots of syrup packets. Oh, and bacon, because I loved that stuff. I even got amilk, because Rio said it went well with sweet syrupy stuff, and then I took my haul back to a table and dug in.

I was about halfway through when Rio came rushing in, still unshaven, his hair all crazy and his eyes looking a little frantic. When he spotted me, his face got even redder, and I could tell he was mad. He came charging over to my table.

I noticed several people looking at us, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to me before he yelled or something.

“Why did you leave without telling me?” he asked right away, obviously making an effort to keep his voice down, though he was still a little loud.

“I don’t know. You were sleeping and I was just going to let you rest. I didn’t think.”

“No, that’s obvious,” he said, his words clipped and sharp.

“I’m not a criminal, you know. And I was hungry.”

Rio blew out a breath and lifted his eyes to the ceiling. “You should have tried to wake me. Did it not even occur to you that I’d think you’d run away again?”

I could feel my face getting warm. “No,” I said. “I’m sorry. I should have thought, huh?”

“Kitt, it’s dangerous for you to be here alone. You have people looking for you. Dangerous people who don’t have your best interests at heart.”

“Oh.”

He took my hand in his. “I don’t mean to scare you—or maybe I do. You might need to be a little scared. Until you testify and put those guys in prison where they belong, it’s just not safe for you. I need to get you back home, so we can put all this behind us.”

“Us? I thought you’d be sorry this morning and in a hurry to get rid of me.”

“No. We’re in this together now. I told you. But you have to do as I say and start being good. You have to mind me, and you need to let me look after you.”

I grabbed for his hand and held on tightly to it. “I’m sorry…Daddy.”

He looked at me a long time and then finally sighed. And he didn’t correct me. “Don’t be sorry—just start thinking a little more and not taking off without letting me know.”

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