The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (i love reading txt) 📗

I’m the only one wearing clothes because I don’t have any tattoos to show.

“Now this is what I like to see, three beautiful submissives getting naked,” Theo says, sipping his coffee.

“I’m not getting naked, Master Theo,” I tell him.

“Why is that, honey? Don’t you have any ink?”

I’m not getting naked because I don’t want to be naked in front of him. He’s mean. But also, because I don’t have any tattoos.

“No, Master Theo.”

“That’s a crime,” says DirtyGurl, running her fingers up and down my bare arm. “This skin? Begging for ink.”

“Would you make me a dragon?” I ask her, since I know she has her own tattoo parlor. “White and pink and blue. Sapphire blue, like your hair.”

DirtyGurl laughs. “You got it, babes.”

“Before this goes any further, Daddy needs some input,” Logan says.

I roll over so I can look up at him. “You said you like tattoos.”

Daddy smiles down at me. “I do like tattoos. We’ll talk more about whether I like tattoos on my baby girl, huh? But first I know someone who needs a bath.”

“You, Daddy.” I wrap my arms around my middle and wiggle with delight. I love baths with Daddy. “But I am very dirty.”

“I can tell.” Daddy beckons me with two fingers. “Come, little love.”

I give DirtyGurl and Laurel hugs before I climb out of our dragon pile and wrap myself around Daddy, who tucks me to his side.

“Jiro, anything you need, just help yourself. We’ll be about an hour. Do you want me to leave out the Epson salts?”

“Yes, thanks. You’re sure you don’t mind me setting up the travel crate on the carpet?”

“Not at all. Theo, I know you’re heading out. DirtyGurl, you staying? We’ve got plenty of room.”

She pops her peacock-blue head over the back of the couch. “Plenty of room in your and Emily’s bed, sir?”

“Hold on a minute,” Theo grumbles. “I gave you two orgasms and I didn’t get a sir.”

“You’re still not Emily’s gatekeeper,” DirtyGurl tells him and I have to laugh at his frown.

“Sorry, no,” Daddy answers her. “Just me and Emily in our bed tonight. Plenty of other beds, though.”

DirtyGurl shakes her head sorrowfully. “I’ll head out, too.”

“Call me sir and I’ll let you share my cab,” Theo says, holding his arm out for her.

She climbs up off the pillows and rubs against Theo’s side. “Six blocks. Easy walk.” She chuckles. “Master Theo.”

“I’m going to beat your ass so hard tomorrow night,” Theo growls.

We say goodbye to Theo and DirtyGurl. DirtyGurl accepts the handful of balloons that I press on her. She tells me she’ll put them in her shop so I can visit them when I come to look at dragon tattoo designs, which makes me smile and Daddy grumble.

He locks up behind them, scoops me up in his arms, and starts toward the stairs.

“Daddy?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to annoy him when everything’s gone so well tonight, but he hasn’t seen Hendry since the last appointment I went to with him, so she can’t have cleared him for squats with weights.

“I’ve had enough of not being able to carry you around,” he tells me. “We’ll go slow and I’ll keep one hand on the banister, but I am carrying you. Hold on to my neck.”

I do. Not so tightly that I choke him, but tight enough that he only needs to use one arm under my butt. He grips the banister with his other hand, and mounts each stair with deliberation, but he gets to the top without a tremble. My strong, determined daddy.

Chapter Eighteen Logan

I’ve never been reluctant to use my submissive after a punishment, no matter how sore they were. Exercising my right to their body as their Dominant reinforces both my role and the lesson.

Punishing Emily is different. I didn’t derive any sexual gratification from it and the mere idea of pushing my cock into one of her deeply bruised holes makes me wilt.

Although my lack of sexual interest’s somewhat disconcerting, I’m pleased about it. There are a lot of things about Emily I find addictive. I don’t want to get addicted to punishing her. I could encourage her to misbehave to give me an excuse for punishments, and she’d play along to please me. But that’s not really Emily. She’s sweet and compliant by nature, and that sweetness has become so precious to me. I wasn’t exaggerating when I told her she gives me a peace I’ve never known before.

Ten and Javier would probably scoff at me. But as Emily defines her own submission, I define my own sadism. And I’m finding my sadism doesn’t include fucking my baby girl when her crotch resembles an overripe aubergine.

Instead of sex, I give her a long rub-down with lavender-scented oil. I’ve learned all about the benefits of massage while I’ve been recovering. More than stimulating my nerves, it gave us the comfort of touch when we couldn’t have sex. Now, it serves the same purpose. I drop soft kisses on her shoulders and neck, and a few on her butt, but mostly I concentrate on working my hands all over every inch of her soft skin.

Once she’s a “puddle of happy,” as she cutely describes it, I tuck her under the covers and cuddle her while I read another of her Maurice Sendak books, Outside Over There. It’s slightly scary as bedtime stories go, with the little sister being abducted by goblins. But the story’s about courage being rewarded, and since that’s what I want my little girl to take away from her punishment, it’s fitting.

Emily’s yawning by the time I’ve finished the story, so I snuggle her down in the bed with her bunny and her binkie and kiss her until she falls asleep mid-kiss, her lips sticking to mine.

I ease her into the pillows and watch for a minute to make sure she doesn’t wake. Then I slide out of bed, pull on a tee over my pajama bottoms, grab my phone, and head downstairs. Although the