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

flowers off the floor, and tucks them under her arm. “Time for us to go.”

She’s right. Rick’s not listening to reason, and if he insults Emily again, I’ll go for him, damaged heart or not. I nod to Tina, wrap my arm around Emily’s shoulders, and lead her out of his room without another glance at the piece of shit lying in the bed.

While we wait for the elevator, she leans in and looks up at me with her big, baby eyes. “He’s fifty thousand percent wrong,” she says softly. “And if he doesn’t realize it, that’s his loss, not yours.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” I draw her into my chest and kiss her forehead.

She nestles into me, hugging me with her arm around my waist, until the elevator doors open. It’s empty, and after we step in and I hit the button for the ground floor, she cuddles into me again. “Daddy, maybe when we get home, we could do something to make you feel better?”

“Mmm, little girl? What’s that?”

“Well, I never did get that flogging.”

She didn’t. Daisy appeared shortly after I finished giving my statement to Theo, a shaky ghost of her usual self after a night spent in the hospital. Emily transformed into a little mother hen and clucked over Daisy, getting her washed, changed into clean pajamas, and tucked into bed with the cat purring on her feet. I’d foolishly thought people would leave as the day went on. Instead, we had such a crowd by lunchtime, we ran out seats for everyone. Manny showed up with pizzas and, while Emily was distracted making healthy alternatives, I snuck a slice and debriefed him. His description of Rick’s mental state made me decide to go to the hospital sooner rather than later.

“No, you never did. Are you volunteering for a flogging to make Daddy feel better?”

She smiles up at me impishly. “I might be.”

I rub noses with her. “Volunteers get good girl floggings. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

“And are you volunteering for an ass-fucking afterwards?”

She quivers, but I think it’s with excitement.

“Would it be a good-girl bottom loving?” she whispers.

“It would.”

“Then, yes, Daddy, I volunteer for that, too.”

“And this is what you think will make me feel better?”

“I hope so.” Her expression is so earnest as she looks up at me.

My stone face cracks. I scoop her up against my chest and give her a deep kiss. “You might be right,” I tell her. “You just might be right.”

I take her home, my little girl, who takes such care of her daddy, and give her a good-girl flogging, followed by a very, very good-girl ass-fucking.

And it does make me feel much better.

Dedication

For all the littles, fairies, scalies, furries, pets, ponies, and others who don’t quite fit in but never let it stop them from seeking what sates their soul.

For Merel, who made a strange time less lonely.

For Jennifer K, who told me Emily and Logan’s story made a difference.

For Michelle G (yes, that is you), who was willing to take the blame.

For Liv, who didn’t talk me off the ledge.

For Tara, who threw down the first Easter egg (cherry pie back atcha, baby).

And for my beloved Viv, who lived the original with me.

Chapter One Emily

“This party is getting out of hand,” Daddy says.

I shift in the train seat and peer over his shoulder at the tablet in his hand. He scrolls down the guest list. What started as just me and Daddy, Master Javier, and Mistress Maude, has bloomed to forty people, coming from two coasts and four different cities.

The number makes my stomach sink with both anticipation and anxiety.

When Daddy’s finger hovers over one of the more recent additions, I offer softly, “I’m looking forward to meeting Luisa.”

Daddy grunts. His former subbie heard through the kinky grapevine that Daddy’s collaring me. She sent him a very un-submissive message telling him that if she and her husband didn’t get an invitation, she’d call every bed and dungeon in the country until she found where we’re going and storm the place.

I tried really hard not to giggle when he showed her message to me. I failed, and my bottom is still achy from Daddy’s “correction” of my attitude before we left the City this morning.

“She’s looking forward to meeting you, too,” he assures me. “I guess that’s another two places at dinner.”

I nod against his shoulder. I’ve already increased the reservation at the restaurant.

Daddy taps his tablet and sighs in frustration. “Sean and Moon just RSVP-ed, too. So much for this being a small, intimate ceremony just for the two of us.”

I suppress a giggle. Daddy doesn’t see it, but he’s like one of those really popular kids in high school. Everyone wants to be close to him. He says I’m all he needs, but he has a ton of friends and they were never going to let him collar me without celebrating with us.

I give him a kiss in the soft undercurve of his jaw, the spot that holds the warm spice of his aftershave and makes him murmur with pleasure, before I sit back up and open up my “To Do” list for the ceremony. I add finding a room for Sean and Moon to the tab for accommodation.

“No, you don’t, little girl,” Daddy growls in my ear.

I jump guiltily. “What?”

“Take that off. Sean and Moon can find their own hotel room. I’ll email them that list of the places you pulled together if it’s going to worry you. But you are not responsible for making sure everyone has a place to stay.”

I chew on the inside of my lip before deleting it. I obey Daddy in all things, even when it pricks my heart a little. I don’t want our guests to struggle with details like finding a place to stay close to the bed and dungeon where most of the weekend’s festivities will be taking place. I feel bad enough that we can’t all stay in the