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

pro-bottoms are all wearing thin, red, leather collars so they’re easy to identify.

That doesn’t make me feel much better about a gang bang going on across the hall.

I whine and paw at Daddy’s leg.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. “I know, baby girl. Not your thing. It’s not mine, either. But it’s Rick’s party. The scenes upstairs will start in a few minutes and we’ll go up. Get away from the noise, huh?”

I yip and nod.

Daddy cups my chin. “Love you, my ninja puppy.”

I turn my head so I can rub my cheek into his palm. Daddy has great hands, with long fingers and big knuckles. He can cover my whole face with one hand, and his hands are always warm. When he holds me in his big, warm hands, every concern melts away, and I know nothing can hurt me. Not even whatever scary-sounding thing is going on across the hall.

Daddy draws me close, my side against his calf, my head on his thigh, while he goes back to his conversation with Jiro and Daisy. I listen with half-an-ear, in case Daddy wants me. They’re not talking about anything kinky at the moment, just discussing their favorite restaurants in Northern Virginia, where Jiro and Laurel live. Daddy’s pulled out his phone and is tagging restaurants, which makes my insides fizz with happiness because it means he hasn’t forgotten about the trip to DC that he promised me, even in all the craziness. Not that I thought he would forget, because Daddy never forgets anything, but it makes me all the happy that he hasn’t.

When he puts his phone away, I lean up and lick the back of his hand.

He cups my chin. “Doing okay, my puppy?”

I yip and lick his nose, which makes him laugh.

Daddy lifts his head and looks around the room. “Crowd’s thinning out. Looks like people are heading upstairs. You ready?”

I beg, tongue wagging. Daddy chuckles and pinches my nipple before picking up my leash. I drop back onto all fours to follow him.

“Fuck,” Daisy says. “Please God, let me smack that ass at least once tonight.”

I can’t help but giggle, even though it isn’t very puppy-like, but Daddy’s growl makes up for my lapse. “Keep your hands to yourself, Daisy.”

She holds up her hands, white nails flashing, but grins at Logan’s back as he leads me around the couch towards the door.

There’s a crowd on the stairs, which makes it easy for me to go up slowly, although I’m super aware of the people behind me who are looking at my plugged butt as I wiggle it up one riser after the other. Since it’s not Miranda staring at me, and since Daddy’s displayed me this way, I let the naughty pleasure of it put an extra waggle in my wiggle.

Daddy leads me down the hall towards the bedroom with the interrogation scene. Several people ask to “pet the puppy” along the way, but Daddy refuses. It makes me feel so special, so cherished, to be admired but not touched.

Half-way down the hall, Daddy stops and tugs on my leash. I sit up and beg. Daddy twirls his finger and I hop around in a circle, wiggling my bottom so my tail swishes all around my legs. When I settle back onto my haunches, Daddy leans down and rewards me with hard kisses before leading me on to the bedroom.

The scene’s already going, with a crowd ringing the desk. The sub of the trio, Nikki, has been bound face-down on the desk. Stephan, the switch, stands behind Nikki. He and the Domme, Harlow, are wearing khaki uniforms while Nikki’s already naked, her mocha skin gleaming under the room’s dimmed lights. Stephan holds a rug beater, while Harlow’s got an absolutely terrifying-looking Tazapper.

“Comrade,” Harlow snarls, circling around the desk so she’s close to Nikki’s head. “You are a spy and a whore for the West. Tell me the truth now. Confess and this will end.”

“No, no! I’ve done nothing wrong,” Nikki sobs.

I almost sob with her. Her position looks painful, even from a distance, with her legs spread wide, ankles manacled to the desk’s legs, her arms stretched over the desktop and her cheek crushed against the polished wood. She’s twisting against her bonds. Her skin’s dotted with sweat. With the murmuring crowd ringing her and the tops towering over her with their implements of torture, she must be terrified.

Harlow touches the red tip of the Tazapper to Nikki’s shoulder. The snap of the discharge is so loud it makes my ears ring. Nikki screams, either in surprise or pain, and I scream with her.

Daddy turns at my shriek. When he sees my expression, he starts laughing. He leans down and kisses my nose. “It’s a fairly mild shock, sweet love. It just makes a ton of noise. Nikki’s not being injured.”

I nod, but Daddy can see I’m trembling. He draws me against his leg and pets me, his big, warm hand moving over and over my head and shoulders. Jiro comes to stand beside Daddy, and they watch the scene together for a few minutes. Jiro has Laurel kneel next to me. She can’t touch me while she’s in the armbinder, but she leans against me so I can feel her warmth and strength.

The interrogation goes on while Logan’s gentling me. I jump a little with each terrible snap of the Tazapper, but remember what Daddy’s said about it having more bark than bite. When I’m calm, Daddy gives a little tug on my leash and leads me over to the chair he’s reserved. He offers it to Jiro first—he’s such a gentleman—and when Jiro declines, Daddy urges me up onto the chair, with my knees on the seat and my paws over the back. He positions the chair so I can watch the scene before he walks around me, trailing his hand down my body from shoulder to hip. I shiver happily. Daddy moves in behind me, his thighs brushing mine, and smooths