Little Packages Ch 09

Thanks for your patience is waiting for this chapter. I hope you'll find it was worth the wait....

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Ben/Daddy

(May, 19 months since Daddy and Kitten started dating, seven months since the engagement)

I moved slowly down the walkway of Terminal 1 at Pearson International when someone jostled me running, I assume, to catch another flight, probably at the other end of the terminal. They were in such a hurry they didn't even turn around to apologize, which is practically unheard of in Canada.

I sighed, cursed quietly, and reminded myself just how much I hated Terminal 1, Pearson, and Toronto in that order. Then again, everyone hated Pearson. It was practically part of the Oath of Citizenship; Bear true allegiance to the Queen, observe the laws of Canada and hate Pearson International.

I was tired and cranky. I'd taken the redeye from Vancouver to Toronto, hoping I might get some sleep, but that hadn't happened. The seats were cramped, my leg ached, and there was the usual confluence of annoying passengers who worked to make sure that didn't happen.

Then there was the trip itself. I was still processing that. I would probably be processing that for most of the rest of my life. At this point, all I wanted was to get the UP Express to Union Station and a taxi to Meg's condo. From there I would pass out for several hours.

But once I gathered my suitcase and left the security area, I got my first surprise of the day. Meg was standing by a post with a smile on her face. The second slammed into me a second before I registered she was in motion.

My Kitten.

She knew she shouldn't run and slam into me like this. My knee was ok, but I still lacked 100% stability, and I needed the cane. She always felt terrible later but claimed she just couldn't help herself when we spent any significant time apart. I knew I was in a bad mood when I had a momentary thought of snarling at her for being so careless. Fortunately, I managed to quash it quickly. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on top of her head.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked as I managed to untangle Kitten from me slightly and walk towards Meg. "I thought you were both supposed to be at work?"

"I finished a night shoot a few hours ago, and they don't need me back on set until 7 pm. So I was going to come out to surprise you. Meg asked if she could tag along," Kitten said. She wore some well-loved jeans and a hoodie that was at least two sizes too big for her so she looked even smaller than usual. She also looked tired from being up all night.

I glanced at Meg. She shrugged.

"What are they going to do, Ben? Fire me?" she said.

Two weeks ago, just before I went to Vancouver to deal with mom and dad, Meg's law firm passed her over to be made a partner. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and she was seriously considering the next steps. Among those steps included burning the entire building to the ground. She was standing here at the airport and not in prison which meant she hadn't moved to the next stage of her plan.

"We know you need some friendly faces. Please don't be grumpy at us," Kitten said.

Like that was going to happen with those huge green eyes staring up at me. Kitten knew I couldn't stay mad when she used them on me. We began walking towards the train that would take us back to Toronto.

"Your inability to stay mad at her for more than two seconds is hilarious, by the way," Meg said. She was bantering to distract me from the trip, but I let her get away with it.

"You can't stay mad with me either," Kit said. "At least I'm fucking him. You have no excuse."

That managed to get a snort out of me and a sigh out of Meg.

"So glad to see the roommate situation is going well," I said.

"Oh yeah, this was one of my more clever ideas," Meg replied. Kitten licked out her tongue. It was foolish, silly behaviour, and it was honestly the first time I'd felt remotely human in a couple of weeks.

When we finally got on the train, Kitten promptly cuddled into me, rested her head on my shoulder and passed out. I was tempted to lean against the window and do the same but decided I'd stayed awake this long. When I passed out, it was going to be in a bed.

"How's she been the last couple of weeks?" I asked Meg. Kitten and I chatted every night via Zoom and texted on and off throughout the day, but she was always upbeat. I'm betting she was hiding things from me so I wouldn't worry.

"She missed you a massive amount. I mean, I know the two of you are crazy, nauseatingly in love, but watching how much she missed you and how pissed off she was that she couldn't go to Vancouver to be with you, well...." she said.

"You wanted to strangle her?" I said, mostly joking.

"Just a little bit," she said, smiling.

One of the great reliefs in my life was that after their initial horrific meeting, the two of them had become solid friends. Enough that when Kitten got a work term on a tv show filming in Toronto, Meg immediately offered up her condo as a place to stay. I was worried, but so far it was working out.

"Seriously, are the two of you getting along? I haven't been around, and she's starting her first real professional job. You've got all this shit going on at work...."

Meg nodded and I realized just how tired she looked. It's a weird thing when you've been friends with someone for a long time; you never really notice that they're getting older. Of course, she was, but Meg always took such good care of herself. She joked because she had to look good for work, but I knew she always took pride in her appearance.

But for the first time, I was shocked to realize Meg looked like a woman pushing towards 50. She'd stopped religiously dying her hair earlier the year, letting herself go fashionably grey but keeping it short. However, this morning it was covered by a Raptors cap. She was wearing an old The Pursuit of Happiness t-shirt that she only wore when she was feeling down, her leather jacket, jeans, and a pair of Vans.

"Kit's been great. I know we give each other shit, but she's been fantastic to have around the last couple of weeks, even if we only see each other briefly because of work. I realize just how lonely I was," she said.

"There are options to fix that," I said. If I hadn't been so tired, I might have just let Meg's comment slide. I figured I was going to get a snotty comment. Beth and I both told her that she needed more of a life, and she would not take it well.

Surprisingly, this time she just nodded.

"I'm considering all options at this time," she said.

Well, that was news at least. I would talk to her about one later, as she wasn't in the mood to elaborate right now. She also didn't ask about the trip, which was good. I'd give them both the debrief once I got some rest.

We staggered into Meg's condo about 45 minutes after leaving the airport, with a barely awake and cranky little girl. She was still not used to working nights, long hours, and the demands of working on a TV set. We both got a quick shower, and to emphasize how tired we were, we didn't even fool around. Afterwards, we went back to her room and quickly passed out.

An indeterminate time later I was having a very good dream. It involved Kitten in her full kitty gear, with her ears, collar, tail, and fairly slutty lingerie. She was sucking my cock and making purring noises. And in my fuzzy dream logic two things came to mind. First, that it had been too long since we played like that and I needed to do something to address that.

And second, the reason that it felt so good in my dream might be due to my cock being sucked in real life.

I groggily returned to consciousness and, sure enough, there was Kitten underneath the sheets moving her mouth slowly up and down my cock. I wasn't on the verge of cumming, but it felt amazing. I missed her mouth. I missed all of her. Plus, if there's a better way to wake up than with my little girl bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock, I've yet to find it.

I didn't disturb her for a few minutes. I just enjoyed the slow feel of her lips and tongue working on my cock. It was a blowjob, but it also felt like she was getting acquainted with my cock. I know she missed me, but she also hadn't gotten laid in two weeks. That was a long stretch for us.

Finally, I felt her mouth come off my cock.

"I know you're awake, Daddy," came her muffled voice under the sheets.

"Busted," I said.

I felt her move around under the sheets and soon she was sliding her body up mine. It felt amazing. Her soft skin was sliding up my hairy chest and I relished the feel of her hard nipples running along my skin. Add that to the long list of things I'd missed. She knew the effect she was having because it was the slowest coming up for air in history.

Finally, her face popped out from under the sheets. She was smiling.

"Did you like that, Daddy?" she asked.

"Silly questions," I replied, placing my hands on her ass and running them up and down her back. She closed her eyes and sighed. It was her turn just to lie there and enjoy the sensations. After a few minutes, I slid my hands down, cupped her ass, and shifted so that her pussy was right above my cock. It also meant she was closer to kiss. Our lips came together for a moment and then she made a face.

"Morning breath," she said, but teasing more than grossed out.

"I've missed you so much that even your morning breath is amazing, Kitten."

She rolled her eyes so hard I thought I heard a slight cracking noise for a moment.

"You're lucky I missed you so much that I'm willing to let you get away with that much corn," she said. Then she shifted her hips, her pussy teasing the tip of my cock.

"Is Meg still home?" I asked. Her neighbours probably wouldn't hear us, but if Meg was in the kitchen with a coffee she was about to get a shock. And she seemed a little fragile earlier.

Kitten grinned and slid her body down just enough that the tip of my cock slid into her pussy, but no more.

"Maaaaybe," she said, shimming her hips slightly.

Well, it was nice to see that a two-week absence didn't change her bratty little girl ways. I reached down and gave her ass a moderate-strength slap.

"Ow!" she said and pouted at me. I gave her a stern look that let her know more was coming if I didn't get an answer.

"She....may have run out to take care of errands for the next," and she glanced at her phone on the table, "45 minutes or so."

I smiled at her and began running my hands gently across her ass. Her eyes closed and I could tell she was enjoying my touch, but also trying to resist just leaning back and taking the rest of my cock.

"There. Was that so hard, Kitten?" I asked.

"Well, you know me, Daddy. I like making things hard for you," she said and then couldn't stop giggling as her pussy pulsed around the tip of my cock.

"Oh for God's sake," I said, mostly in mock exasperation. But then I grabbed her hips and pushed them down so my cock slid into her pussy.

"Oh Fuck!" she cried out, putting her forehead on my chest as her red hair splayed out. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she lifted her head and looked at me with mild annoyance. "Give a little girl some warning."

"Oh please, you loved it," I said, and then pushed my hips up so the last couple of inches of my cock buried in her. She gasped again. After a challenging trip, a very erotic dream, and some lengthy cock sucking, this was exactly what I needed. She repositioned herself so that only her hands were resting on my chest while her hips began to slowly move up and down, letting my cock gently enter the wet heat of her pussy.

"Better, Daddy?" she asked.

I could feel weeks of stress ebbing away. It was much, much better now.

"Your pussy has magic abilities, Kitten," I said, running my hands up her side.

"And the rest of me?" she said.

I cupped her breasts and rang my fingers across her nipples. She gasped and closed her eyes.

"The rest of you is perfect, princess," I said. She looked at me, her eyes slightly glazed, but with a smile on her face.

"Good answer," she said and continued to slide her pussy up and down over my cock.

Normally if we've been apart for a few days, the first time we see each other it's fun, but often frantic, bordering on aggressive. She needs her Daddy; I need my Kitten. Plus we have some excess energy and frustration to burn off. It was fun, but I was almost always in charge. Which I liked and Kitten loved. She was my little girl, after all.

But this wasn't like that. It was very focused. Yes, Kitten was certainly getting off on having my cock in her, but she was paying close attention to my reactions. She smiled and ran her hands across my chest. She bounced up and down quickly for a few moments and then switched back to a slower, more teasing pace. My Kitten was very much in charge.

For once, I was content to let her be. This was her way of helping me, and I could honestly use the time to turn off my brain.

Still, she was getting close. She was riding me with more determination and her face was getting flush.

"Oh, God, I've missed this so much. Can I cum, Daddy? I promise to make you cum hard in a few minutes. I just need this. Please," she said desperately.

I smiled and slid one of my fingers down to where her clit was brushing against my hips. I began to rub it slowly, and her fucking became more erratic and desperate.

"Pleeeease," she whined.

"Cum for me, princess," I said. Relief and bliss washed across her face. She moved up and down on my cock fast and hard until her orgasm slammed into her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out, burying my cock as deep into her as she could take. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me. It wouldn't take much to finish me off, but I wanted her to have her moment first.

She was breathing heavily for a few moments. She needed that as much as I did, but she was being good and taking care of me first. Once again I thought that the smartest thing I've done in many years was asking her to marry me.

Finally, she looked down at me, her hair draping around her face and grinned.

"Ohhhh, I needed that. Sorry I'm selfish, but I had some built-up urges," she said.

I laughed and the motion caused her to groan again. I started to roll over when she planted her foot to stop me.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "I'm taking care of my Daddy today."

And with that she began moving up and down on my cock again. The look of focus and determination on her face was adorable. She was biting her lip, and while sliding up and down on my cock she was pulsing the muscles in her pussy. It was otherworldly.

"Daddy will have plenty of time to fuck his little girl later, but right now he needs to fill her up with his cum. Can you do that, Daddy?" she said, running her hands across my body.

"Keep doing that and you'll find out," I groaned.

Sensing I was breaking, she moved in for the kill, bouncing a little harder on me.

"Give it to me, Daddy. I need it. Please give your little girl what she needs, Daddy," she moaned out.

I was only human and weeks of nothing along with this amazing performance did me in. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips as Kitten slammed down on me. I gave in to the inevitable.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I could hear her pleased groan as I came. I don't think she came again, and part of me felt bad about that. But I needed this, and she knew it.

I felt her face settle onto my chest as I was still catching my breath and as I was still feeling the aftermath of my orgasm. Nothing like a good hard cum in your fiance to blast away the mental cobwebs. She began moving her face across my chest, just like she was a kitten.

"God, I missed you. The last two weeks have sucked," she said.

"Tell me about it," I said, hoping the tone didn't sound too depressing. She kept touching me, reassuring herself that we were together again.

Neither of us said much more for the next few minutes. Eventually, I heard the door to the condo open and close and Meg very unsubtly rustling around in the kitchen. Her way of letting us know she was back in case we were...occupied.

"Time to get up and be sociable, Kitten," I said.

"Boooo," was her response, but she shifted off of me, grabbed a t-shirt off the pile on the floor and headed towards the bathroom. I slowly got up, and fished out a fresh t-shirt and shorts from my luggage. A glance in the mirror led to some grooming of my greying hair and beard. Finally, I grabbed my cane and made my way out to the modest kitchen. Meg looked at me and smirked.

"Hopefully, that'll take the edge off of her," she said, putting away some groceries.

"She gets cranky without regular....attention," I said. Meg rolled her eyes.

"I know. I told her to try going months without getting laid. It was like that time you tried to explain 80s teen cinema to her," she said. "Just this irritating, blank look. Like you were talking about something she had no frame of reference for."

"They're all weirdly sexist and you love them," Kitten said, walking barefoot into the kitchen. She looked like she'd just been fucked and didn't care. It was a deliberate look. Part of it was to annoy Meg a bit, which she liked to do. But as she told me once, Meg was hot enough to remedy her lack of sex situation if she wanted to.

Meg shook her head and tried to explain The Breakfast Club's radical importance, while Kitten rolled her eyes. I sat on a stool next to the island in the kitchen and continued my decompression. Sleep, sex, and watching two of my favourite people banter. It was a balm.

Kitten eventually came over and leaned against me, and I put my arm around her and kissed her head. She was very affectionate, even for her. The fact that Meg wasn't making gagging faces meant they were both still worried about me. Not unjustifiably, I guess.

"I'm ok, both of you. I promise," I said.

"Ben, you'll forgive me for wanting a little more reassurance than that," Meg said, sitting across from me, peeling some grapefruit. "Respectfully, you've been fine before, and I nearly had to give you bail money."

Kitten looked like she wanted to protest, but I placed my hand on hers and squeezed to let her know it was ok.

"Mom's settled into the home. Dad is a wreck, but he understands that's where we are now and this is for the best. It's hard, but it's not like I haven't seen this coming after I heard the diagnosis," I said.

"But it happened so fast. You can't have been completely ready for it," Kitten said.

I nodded. "No, you can't. It's the damnedest thing. Sometimes mom sees me and chats like everything is ok. Then she just...vanishes."

Last Christmas I got tired of Dad being mysterious about what was going on with mom. I should have gone out sooner, but he kept deflecting and saying it wasn't a good time. When I didn't speak to her after I called to say I was engaged, I knew something was seriously wrong. But he couldn't say no to me at Christmas. Kitten came with me, as she insisted. I didn't even make a weak effort to try to keep her away. It would have been insulting and she wouldn't have it.

When we arrived, the house was a mess. Housekeeping was not one of dad's strong suits and mom was no longer capable of doing it. He finally admitted that she wasn't well. It wasn't Alzheimer's, but it was a kind of rapid onset dementia. It was shocking to see how much of her vanished in the four months since I'd last seen her.

As close as I came to losing my shit during all of this was those first few minutes. The guilt and horror that I wasn't here to spend more time with mom was quickly followed by rage at dad for not letting me know what was going on. But just when I thought I might lose it, I felt Kitten squeeze my hand, walk over to my mom and show her the engagement ring.