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  Daddy’s Little

  Kitten

  Bell Pepper

  Dedicated to all the dirty sisters out there who love to read

  something naughty at night,

  or maybe during the daytime.

  Just Grab Your Favourite Chair and start turning the pages.

  I’ve got it all covered for you!

  Enjoy!

  -Love

  Bell Pepper

  Daddy’s Little Kitten © 2020 by Bell Pepper.

  All Rights Reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  Cover designed by Lily The Best

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  - Bell Pepper

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  Printed Digitally/ Physically via Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing

  (Independently Published)

  First Printing: Feb 2020

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Peek a Boo!!!

  Prologue

  Rivera

  “I am certain you would love this one, sir” the attendant quakes, as if his chirpy sound would make me agree to purchase his useless merchandise.

  The motherfuker couldn’t be more wrong than that.

  No matter how much he chimes about each profile that appears on the display, but to me, they all look same.

  Crap!

  Each of the girl that steps on the podium downstairs wearing a healthy price tag over her skin has only one thing that’s beautiful. That’s her body.

  None of them has anything left in them except two curvy globes on the front and two on the back.

  Their clean shaved pussies covered with a small triangle piece of satin that’s disappearing in between their legs, doesn’t arouse me for a bit as its meant to do.

  Even though their privates are covered but still there is not even a single female standing there whose body could make me curious to find out how she feels on the inside.

  “Not your type, sir, I understand completely” he pipes again “how about this one…”

  And that’s where my par ends.

  Eyes narrowed with disgust, I turn to the auction owner sitting on the couch right next to me.

  His attendant no more holding the pointer and pointing down towards each girl from the glass shield in front us, but now knelt before me with his head bowed down and resting beneath my shoe.

  The bastard is trying hard to fight my hold on his neck but losing even badly as I continue to squeeze the air out of him.

  “How many more time I’ve to tell you, Thomas, I am not interested in these sleazy girls. If I wanted one of these I would be sitting in a club with a drink in my hand, not at your warehouse” I fume at him.

  My blood is boiling with rage.

  I am a busy man and time is one of my precious assets that I don’t like to waste at all.

  I would rather go and check up on my shareholdings than sitting here and wasting my time watching the kind of girls that I see every day around me.

  After all, I came here to avoid doing the same at the first place.

  Even after my early retirement at forty-five last month from my own company, there has never been a day when I haven’t returned to my office to check up on things personally.

  And, its solely because I still haven’t found my excuse not to show up there in person yet.

  I thought retiring early would finally give me some free time on my hands to find the perfect girl for me but now I have so much free time in my hands that I am not able to decide what to do with it.

  Although, the board of directors are handling my firm correctly but still every single day I find myself standing there in my old office asking about their preceding.

  And, they can’t stop me from doing that because CEO or not anymore, I still own my fukin goddam company.

  Rivera Enterprises Holdings Inc. - one of the biggest British telecom company.

  I agreed to come here in person today because he was the one who had promised to find a unique merchandise for me. And if this is what he calls unique than the bastard should think again.

  I am not wasting my ten million euros over a silly pathetic merchandise when I could pick one from any bar in return for buying a drink or two for her.

  I bet she would fulfil my desires as much as these girls will at very lesser cost.

  Few more bills for shopping and the chick would also agree to give me the piece of her ass, but if only I wanted that much.

  What I want is much more than that.

  I came here looking for a girl that could fulfil my bodily desires as well as the other special ones.

  The one girl that I could devour and relish under my touch.

  A perfect match- who would not only offer me her body but her sole.

  “Mr. Rivera, as per your request we have already showed you our best from around the world… what else…”

  “That one!”

  Chapter 1

  Rivera

  My gaze is stuck at the beauty standing next on the podium.

  Covered in a white kitten onesie from head to toe and nose painted black to match her outfits.

  My cock thickens as I rake her with my eyes.

  Tiny sock covered feet trapped in each other anxiously. Her deep brown eyes wide open and gawking suspiciously at each person who walks by.

  Her hands shivering lightly on her sides as she vainly tries to hold them still.

  Clutched between her little fingers is a shiny white furry tail that is sewed to the back of her onesie.

  “How much for her?” I ask with my eyes not leaving her even for a second.

  Black hair peeking out of her kitten ear hoodie as they fall messily around her pretty slim face. Nose sharply angled, not pointy though.

  Her lips thin and naturally pink, and parted open with fear.

  The girl is neither tall, neither too short, approximately average in comparison to the others, and though, her figure is hidden underneath the onesie, still I could assume it’s not that blossomed either.

  Most of the men are not looking at her with interest. Most likely because she doesn’t have those curves which most of the girls standing on the podium has to offer.

  But for me, it’s what that makes her different from others.

  A real sweet heart with a perfect body for her daddy to play with.

  A pure angelic beauty!

  Innocence like hers doesn’t belong at a place like this. Her beauty and naivety is calling for someone to take hold of her desperately.

  “Oh, that one. She has been up for sales for months, sir, but no one has ever showed interest in her” he chuckles “She is just a house bunny now.”

  This time his annoying voice doesn’t make my blood boil, but instead, it makes my lips twitch in a smile.

  House bunny! She is more of a little house kitten!

  Soft, tender and desperate to cuddle.
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  Anyhow, I am glad to know that she was converted into one because of people’s lack of interest in her.

  It means her chances of getting checked and rejected later by a buyer are most likely none.

  Even a highest expected bidder like me gets only one ticket to check any one merchandise personally at the auction. No more than that.

  And, the pussy of this little girl is a waste of that chance for most of the men.

  She is most probably still untouched.

  No deep finger virginity checkups or a small test of sitting in a man’s lap naked- those are the particular two options a buyer gets here before settling the purchase.

  “Not everyone has same taste, Thomas, you just needed to show her to the right person” I turn to face him finally as I continue “One billion for the kitten standing right there. All Cash”

  His face almost ashen hearing the price I have decided to pay for the girl.

  Even after selling all the nineteen girls he has in the house today from all around the world, he wouldn’t be able to make the kind of money he is getting for this one.

  And that’s why I’ve decided to pay the sum.

  My girl is far precious than others in the house. She deserves to be remembered as the most precious asset of the house, not as a house bunny they think of her as.

  Plus, every other bitch who thought of itself as a super goddess once should know what the real angels are worth for.

  “Ten million for any girl on the podium, Mr. Rivera, as we talked earlier” The ass hole replies in very sophisticated business manner.

  “Ten million for the girl and rest for your good work, Thomas. You have finally served the unique that you promised for”

  Though not technically, but figuratively the bastard does have offered me what I was looking for years now.

  My baby girl!

  2

  Nora

  The tail jerks out of my hold when I feel two strong hands grasping my both upper arms.

  My hands no more clutching the small rope of fabric but now shaking badly on either side of my neck.

  Two heavy club bouncers those are not my usual keepers keeping me imprisoned between them.

  The heavy guy with broad shoulders, angry red face and brown hair on my right, and the lesser than him yet heavy big guy with bald head on my left.

  “What… what are you doing?” I squeak, addressing the bald and less broad one while trying to fight their hold at the same time.

  He also has an angry face but at least his hold on me isn’t as hurting as the right one. My right arm is almost numb because of the blood being blocked by the bouncer’s tight hold.

  With both hands held tight by two strong males, I am not even capable to move an inch.

  I keep squirming between them.

  My feet trying to make a run out of their grasps but slowly loosing when they both start to pull me up from the ground.

  Hanging mid in the air, with my toes trying to find the ground, I am being carried out of the crowd towards the stairs to the upper gallery.

  Both men keeping their face straight and hard as stone, not even bothering to reply when I am pleading them to.

  Tears shedding through my eyes, I cry out once again “P- please… please tell me…what have I done?”

  I am not sure why they would be taking me upstairs. It’s not like any one sitting up there could have selected me for final testing today.

  No one has ever done that anyway.

  I am too thin for them to waste their single merchandise testing card over me.

  Only the girls with small panties and big boobies are carried there for a closer look by the VVIPs- so they could check their bodies personally before the final purchase.

  So, why so sudden I am being carried upstairs?

  Actually, I am not up for sale anymore.

  They have now even stopped showing me to their regular guests, far likely to show me at the auction.

  Considering, I was mistakenly picked up and exactly not up to the par to what they serve to their guests.

  They are just keeping me in the house as a house bunny for the guests’ entertainment until they find another agent who could smuggle me somewhere else.

  Not know maybe China, Nepal, anywhere where the girls at cheap cost are sold.

  Pablo- the owner says, it would be a shame for his warehouse if they’d show a scrawny like me on the podium to their guests.

  I should be grateful to them that they hadn’t put a bullet in my head yet.

  I owe them for keeping me alive as a house bunny under there roof instead of burning a hole through me.

  I don’t believe his single word though.

  He is doing no such favor to me.

  Putting a bullet in my head or burning a hole through me won’t pay back the money he’s already invested in my living.

  Through his auction or any other means, he will soon sell me to someone who would at least pay him the price he had paid to the orphanage matron to purchase me from her.

  But it’s still unlikely that any VIP visitor sitting in the VIP gallery upstairs would buy me from them.

  He would surely have enough money to purchase any girl he wants from the auction tonight, so why would he ever choose me?

  “Stop wriggling!” the brown haired guy snaps when I try to stick my feet in the stairs in a futile attempt to get freed.

  I am shivering with fear. I have never been taken upstairs before.

  My breathing fastens when we stop at one of the upholstered doors in the hallway and the bald bouncer kicks it hard to open.

  Room filled with many people like the two men around me.

  Most of the ones standing near the wall, dressed in black suits, with only few standing in the middle.

  One of them I recognize immediately.

  Pablo!

  Dressed in black blazer and ripped blue jeans, black dyed hair frizzed and uncombed, that’s for what the Spanish short guy- Pablo is known for. His everyday style, paired with a handle bar moustache.

  I sigh loudly when the two men finally put me down and let me stand on my own. One of them still holding my arm and pushing me forward to the middle.

  Everyone- including Pablo, steps aside when I am brought forward, until I am standing right before the man seated in the huge theatre couch.

  My breath hitches when my gaze meets his.

  Sea green eyes shining bright in the dull lighting. Salt and pepper hair perfectly set without a single hair misplaced.

  His tailored grey pinstripe suit contrasting with his now darkened eyes as he sits there completely composed and full of self-confidence, standing out among all others as if he was the king of them all.

  The man must be in his late forties, but for his age he looks surprisingly… muscular.

  Tall, broad shoulders and strong biceps flaunting as he moves his hand up to rest his knuckles on his chin.

  I gulp down the saliva gathered in my mouth loudly when I see his lips twisting into a brusque smile.

  “Hello, kitten” he greets me in his deep throaty voice making me shudder with new found fear.

  The man has voice that’s making the hair on my nape rise up. It’s too intense than I’ve ever heard.

  I don’t know how to reply. Instead, I just bow my head down waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on.

  “Nora, meet Mr. Rivera” I raise my gaze just a bit when I hear Pablo talking to me “say hello to him first”

  My throat seems to have stopped working as I try to form the words “H-hello… M-Mr. R-Rivera” my voice comes out shaky when I finally manage to say it.

  “Hello yourself” he replies “Nora… nice name for a small kitten” the beautiful stranger says to me, bringing my attention back to him.

  Head still bowed down I only move my eyes up to look back at his face.

  His smile is the most genuine I’ve ever received in years. It’s helping to soothe my nerves a lot.

  My shoulders relax a lit
tle.

  For a tough guy like him, the way he is cooing every time he talks to me is surprisingly nice.

  Every part of me wants to pipe in between Pablo and Mr. Rivera’s conversation and ask who he is, but I am scared to talk more than I am allowed to.

  I had learnt that much in my early days in the warehouse.

  If I want to stay out of trouble, it’s better if I talk little or totally none until I am told.

  I stand in between them quietly and patiently until they are finished conversing with each other.

  “Come here” with eyes motivating me to move forward, he offers me his hand.

  My mind races.

  I am unaware if I am allowed to move or not. What if I did something wrong?

  My legs urging me to move to him but still I remain standing there, until the bouncer decides to push me forward physically.

  Crossing his ankle on his other knee, the man pulls me closer once I am in reach.

  “Oh!!” I gasp loudly when he tucks lightly and I land directly in his lap.

  I try to get up immediately.

  “Hush… hush... hush… kitten… it’s okay. Sit down” he orders with his hands placed on my shoulders now, pushing me down on his thighs.

  Chapter 2

  Rivera

  Nora is just as sulky as a cat, as I try to hold her still in my lap.

  The girl is scared and even more now that she is sitting in my lap. Her hands pushing on my chest to push me off and get up, but I don’t let her.

  “Relax, kitten. It’s okay. Just sit down…. It’s fine. I promise” I coo.

  Grasping her knees in one arm and her back in another, I finally settle her down, so she is sitting sideways on my thighs, facing me and others in the room easily.

  “Nora, baby. Now sit down before I decide to punish you firmly this time” my threat works better than cooing over her.

  In a flick, she is seated nicely on my thighs with her hands resting near my shoulders and heart beating so fast that even I could hear it.

  “P…please… don’t… hit… me” she sobs in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard.