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

his palms down my back, shoulders to hips, over and over, until I’m purring more like a kitty than a puppy. I want to be a pet all the time if Daddy will stroke me like this. He touches me a lot, but this is special. It feels like he’s grooming me, making my coat shine. I preen under his hands. There can’t be a more beautiful kinky, ninja puppy in the entire world at this moment.

Daddy leans over my back and whispers in my ear, “My wonderful, wonderful baby doll. I love you so much.”

I yip softly, wanting to acknowledge him without breaking character.

“Good puppy,” Daddy murmurs before dropping kisses on my shoulder. “I’m going to enter you now. I know you’re still sore. Three yips if you need me to stop. This is not something to endure. This is a fucking for us both to enjoy. When I slap your clit, try to come for me. Okay?”

I nod eagerly.

He nips and sucks on my earlobe before he growls, “Good girl. Love this little puppy. Offer me your pussy to fuck, sweet puppy-girl.”

I grip the chair back, drop my head and shoulders down, arch my back, and tip my butt up as far as I can. I wiggle as hard as I dare without falling off the chair.

Daddy flips my tail up onto my back with a silky swish. His hands close on my ass-cheeks and squeeze. “Look at my puppy’s pussy. Still purple and swollen. So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands back toward my center and spreads my cheeks with his thumbs. “Knees a little wider, baby girl.”

I scoot my knees apart and Daddy growls. Although his growl is wolfy, his touch is gentle. An achy shiver still goes through me when he touches the bruises, but it’s more than bearable. A little more and it will trip that crossed wire in my brain.

The snap of the Tazapper and another shriek from Nikki almost drown out the noise of Daddy’s zipper. The sounds go through me, tickling along my nerves, pushing me over the edge between fear and excitement. I shiver so hard that Daddy grips my cheeks to hold me still. He waits until a lull in the noise from the scene to say, “You’re okay, sweet puppy.” He strokes my pussy more firmly and I hiss at the sharp, pleasurable ache. “Arch your back a little more for me. Here we go.”

His broad tip slides up and down my opening, parting my lips. Even that little pressure makes me shudder. It feels like there’s no room for him; I’m so swollen. He increases the pressure. I try not to resist, not to push back against his penetration, but I can’t help it. I’m scared and excited and everything inside me is getting tighter and tighter. Logan groans as his tip burrows into me.

“Oh, puppy-girl, that’s so good. You feel so fucking hot inside.” He rubs one hand up my back, gathers the leash, and pulls back slightly so I feel the collar constrict my throat. With the pressure on my throat, he guides me back as he slowly pushes forward. I feel every vein and ridge of his cock. It burns worse than when he figs me with ginger. My whines and whimpers are drowned by Daddy’s groans, the murmurs of the crowd, and the harsh snapping of the Tazapper.

I drop my forehead between my hands and lift my ass as much as I can to ease his entry. It still feels like he’s twice his normal size. When he hits bottom and pulls back, it feels like he’s pulling my insides out with his cock. I give three, high yips and Logan stops moving.

“Too much, puppy-baby? It’s okay.” He strokes his hand down my back. I hear a snap that’s not the Tazapper, then coolness trickles down over the tissues Daddy’s cock is stretching. I groan with relief, and then with pleasure as he slides deep again and without that terrible friction, the soreness morphs into aching delight. I moan long and low and I don’t care that it doesn’t sound like a puppy because Daddy’s filling me and it’s so-so-so good.

“That’s my baby,” Logan groans, stroking in and out. Smooth thrusts that make me shudder when he bottoms out and howl when he pulls back to rub the inflamed tissues at my entrance. He leans over me, planting one hand, with my leash still wrapped around it, beside mine on the back of the chair. With the other hand, he rubs between my thighs, stroking the skin covered by the sheer jumpsuit, tickling the skin it leaves bare. I shiver and grab at the back of the chair to hold myself still.

“Hold on to my wrist,” Daddy rumbles in my ear. I grab his wrist and cling as he begins to pound in and out of me, the chair creaking with the force of his thrusts. His wet fingertips find my clit. He begins to tap-tap-tap. I howl with each little impact. It hurts, but it’s not enough and I’m afraid I’m not going to come and it feels like Daddy’s getting close from the taut urgency of his thrusts. I focus on his pleasure instead of my own, squeezing down on him as hard as I can. He bites down on my shoulder to stifle a roar and slaps my clit so hard I scream. The pain ripples through me, tightening everything, and launches me straight over the edge. Daddy plunges deep, giving me the best pressure to work against as I come and come and come, shaking so hard my knees slip and it’s only Daddy grabbing me around the waist that keeps me on the chair and on his cock as he pumps his heat into me.

I curl into a ball around his arm, shuddering through the aftershocks. Daddy kisses my ear and holds me, murmuring between kisses that I’m his very good girl, his wonderful puppy-girl, and that he’s