Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles by Frost, J (reading eggs books TXT) 📗

like I don’t do very much for you,” I say into the space between his shoulder blades, nuzzling the warm cloth.

He grunts. “If there’s anything you’d like to do for me, you can always ask. I really liked the foot-rub, so I’ll probably have you do that again from time to time. I’ll think about some other personal services you can do for me when we get home, but for now I just want us to enjoy being on holiday.” He puts his arms over mine. “This is work for me as well, and I’ll need to work today, but I want you to know how much I’m enjoying our time together, Emmy. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

I only thought my insides were full of sparklers and champagne, but hearing him say that he’s having so much fun with me really lights me up. “Me, too, Daddy. Epic vacation.”

“Breakfast, little girl, and I want you to have some citrus fruit and berries along with whatever else you eat. Lots of Vitamin C today to help your skin and muscle recover.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

He takes me to the buffet on the Lido Deck for breakfast and we sit in our favorite booth again, with the view over the open ocean, which is dark gray today, reflecting heavy clouds. I’ve seen plenty of storms roll in over Onondaga Lake and it looks like a big one’s coming. I’ve never been out on the water in a storm. Hopefully it won’t be too scary, but if it is, I know a daddy who will huggle me through it. I grin at him at the thought.

He smiles back at me and nods towards the food in front of us. He’s having a Mexican omelette and a huge pile of turkey sausage links, while I have whole-wheat toast and a big fruit salad, which got me a nod of approval when I picked it.

Once we’re eating, with him occasionally plucking a berry or piece of cut fruit out of my salad and hand-feeding me, he says, “I want to talk about your reward, Emmy, but first I want to recap the scene last night.”

I nod because my mouth is full. I hope I did okay during the scene. It felt like it went really well and I came just from the flogging, which was pretty awesome, but I know I didn’t stay in role the whole time, so maybe he’s not happy about that.

“What was the best part of the scene for you, sweetie?”

He’s starting with positive reinforcement. He almost always does and I love that about him. If I’ve done something wrong, he’ll tell me, but not before I know the things I did right.

“There were lots of best parts, but the flogging with the knotty flogger and the Black Knight chasing me down were the parts that I’ll remember for a long time, Daddy.”

“Those were very good parts.” He reaches across the table to run his knuckles down my cheek. “There was such tremendous energy, from leading the charge on the castle all the way through the flogging. Everything came together. I’d like to do the scene again at Blunts, not because I want to change anything. Just because it was such a great time.”

I can’t help the huge, goofy beam that spreads over my face. “You really liked it that much?”

“I did. Anything that didn’t work for you or scared you for real?”

I shake my head. “I would have been scared when the knights charged the castle, but Mikaela and some of the other subbies were laughing. That made it not scary. The whole thing was super-fun.”

“Good.” He feeds me a slice of mango and I lick his fingers clean once I have the piece in my mouth. “I won’t ask if it lived up to your fantasies, but if there’s anything more I can do the next time, just tell me.”

I chew ten times before I answer. “It was way better than my fantasies,” I tell him, truthfully. “I never imagined the stuff like you chasing me around, or pinning me on the floor, or using the different floggers. That was all magical. I went so deep into subspace.” Something niggles. A feeling that I told him things while I was in subspace that maybe I shouldn’t have. “Did I say anything or do anything wrong?”

He smiles and strokes my cheek again. “Not a single thing. Your insults were hilarious. You had everyone laughing, even that hawk-faced Domme. I’m going to have to look some of them up. What does ‘addle-pated’ mean?”

I giggle. “Daft. That’s the British word, right?”

“Uh-huh. Be very, very careful before calling your daddy daft, little girl.”

He’s grinning at me, so he’s not really mad. “It was Princess Amber, Daddy.”

“Sure. It’ll be the Black Knight taking it out of Princess Amber’s hide, and he was very, very turned on by Master Niall’s whip, so Princess Amber might want to watch her mouth.”

I give him the widest kitten eyes I can. “The Black Knight’s metal flogger was plenty scary, Daddy.”

“I have an even scarier one at home, be warned.”

I wriggle in my seat, as both terrible excitement and fear bubble through me. His metal flogger is the heaviest I’ve taken. It was right up there at the edge of what I can bear, but there was never a second when I considered using my safe word. He wanted me to take it and he believed I could take it and that made me able to take it. It became this awesome swirl of pain and heat and connection and, it sounds so stupid, even in my head, because he was beating me with a metal-tipped flogger, but there was love, too. I felt it right down in my soul. I’d ask for that flogger again without hesitation. That he has something even heavier makes me shiver, but if he wants me to take it and believes that I can, then I will.

His dark,