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

kissing her back, rubbing my distended cock over her hip and thighs. I still get a face when I leave her to empty out, but it’s a koala I wouldn’t be afraid to cuddle instead of a koala I was sure was going to try to disembowel me.

She doesn’t call me the second time, just emerges from the bathroom pink-cheeked and bashful. “All done.”

“Okay, my baby.” I pat the bed beside where I’m sitting, scrolling through my phone. “How are you feeling? Still crampy?”

She crawls up onto the bed and kneels, facing me, in the position I’ve taught her, with her knees spread and her palms up on her thighs. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Before we start this scene, I want to check in with you and talk about a couple of things. This is not Knee Time, but I’d like you to be honest with me. If there’s something you can’t tell me, just say so. I don’t anticipate you’ll need your safe words, but they always work.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Her shoulders settle an inch as my control grounds and reassures her.

“How are you feeling about the enema?”

“It was horrible.”

“It was horrible because of the possibility of mess, or it felt horrible?”

Her face twists as she considers my question. “Mostly because of the mess-factor but the cramping wasn’t nice, either.”

“Did you feel you were going to lose control when you were holding the enema in?”

“No, that part was okay.”

“Do you feel cleaned out enough not to worry if Daddy gets rough with your bottom and goes back and forth?”

She nods. “Whoosh.”

“Whoosh?” I chuckle. “Okay. Now tell me about your mind. What are you bringing with you into the scene?”

She chews on her lower lip and if she wasn’t in the Nadu position, she’d be wringing her hands. “I have a couple of worries.”

“I guessed. Tell Daddy about them.”

“I know you said not to worry about everyone having places to stay but—what if they can’t find anywhere?”

“Uh-huh.” I pick up my phone and flip to an email from Sean which I show her. “Sean and Moon found a place and say there are still two open rooms at their motel. So put that to bed. Next worry?”

“Just that things won’t go to plan this weekend and people won’t have fun.”

“People will have fun if you have fun, and Daddy’s going to make sure you have fun. Put that one to bed, too.”

“I’m a little worried that the people I haven’t met before like Luisa won’t like me.”

I stroke her soft, damp cheek. “Baby doll, you can be so charming that I can’t see Luisa or anyone else you haven’t met not liking you. But even if they do, you have lots of friends here this weekend, right? Vashi, Laurel, Austin, Cappa, Hunter, Aggie, Yumiko, Sammi, Robyn, Justine, Lucy, even DirtyGurl with her incredibly swollen face. They’ll all be here to celebrate with you. You’ll be surrounded by friends this weekend. So put that worry away.”

“Okay, Daddy. You’re right.”

“I am. Daddy’s not always right, but I’m right about this. Now let’s talk about orgasm restriction until Sunday.”

Her jaw drops. “Uh—Sunday?”

“Tonight, you can have as many orgasms as you want without permission. Tomorrow, you can have one before noon. You tell me when you want it. After that, no more orgasms until the collaring ceremony on Sunday.”

“Da-daddy, that’s two whole days.”

I nod. “I can count, little girl.”

“No, um, no sex for two days?”

A hopeful koala. That’s new one and I have to fight to keep a straight face.

“No, my baby. There will be lots of sex, but no orgasms. Orgasms are a privilege, correct? Daddy gives them and Daddy takes them away. I’m taking them away until Sunday so you know exactly who you belong to. And so, when you get them on Sunday, they’re extra-special.”

The big eyes go very round. “I want Sunday to be special.”

“It will be. For lots of reasons, including this one.” I pick up one of her wrist cuffs and buckle it on while I continue to speak. “I know you’ll be frustrated when Daddy’s fucking you, but I forbid you to orgasm. What do I want you to focus on?”

She gives a little sigh. I know edging and orgasm denial are not her favorite things. I also know they take her mind off everything else, to say nothing about making her incredibly horny and super-submissive. “The journey, Daddy.”

“That’s right, my very good girl. If you can hold on to that, remembering what’s important and what I want you to feel instead of getting angry and wanting to kill Daddy for denying you, then I promise you Sunday will be very, very special.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try. Lots of cold shower-thoughts, right?”

“Lots of cold shower-thoughts. The other thing I want to talk to you about is your safe word.”

She perks up. “You said you’d consider it?”

“So I did.” While we were renegotiating our contract, Emily asked if she could give up her safe words for correction, discipline, and punishment. My knee-jerk reaction was no. I’ve never topped anyone without a safe word. Although the amount of trust she’s showing me by asking to give up her safe word fills my soul, it’s daunting, too. I’ve always had the safety net of my submissive’s safe word. But after a slightly panicked video call to Niall, I reconsidered. “I have thought about it a great deal. I will agree to you giving up your safe word for correction and discipline, but not for punishment. Will that be enough for you, my sweetie?”

She beams. “Yes, Daddy.”

“While we’re all together this weekend, I’d like you to talk with Vashi and Moon. I know they’ve both given up their safe words. We’ll discuss it again on Tuesday when we have Knee Time, and if it’s something you still want to do, then we’ll amend our contract. If you change your mind after speaking with Vashi and Moon, just tell me. I won’t be upset about it.”

“Okay, Daddy, I will.”

I wait to see if she’s going