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

to say she won’t change her mind, since Emmy can be stubborn, but she doesn’t, and I smile at my good girl.

“Hands and knees, my baby girl, so I can get your ankle cuffs on.”

Still smiling, she shuffles onto all fours. I admire the lovely curves of her back and hips with my eyes and then my palms. Her skin’s pillow soft from the bubble bath and faintly glossed with moisture. I lean over and press kisses to her calves as I buckle the pink cuffs around her ankles. Deciding that her position is irresistible, I pull up tethers from the bottom of the bed and clip them to her ankle cuffs, then do the same with her wrist cuffs.

“Cheek to the bed and arms out to your sides.”

She immediately complies, and I tighten the straps until she only has a little room to wiggle. Knowing she’ll protest, I settle on my knees behind her and lick a long line through her pussy lips and up her crack, dipping into her sphincter with my pointed tongue.

On cue, she squeaks and wriggles. “Daddy!”

Instead of answering her, I focus on her pucker, licking and laving her forbidden hole while she protests and writhes. I’ve never rimmed her before and whether it’s the taboo of it or just the stimulation, it makes us both a little crazy. I straddle one of her straining calves, rubbing my cock all over her taunt skin and smearing it with pre-cum, while I thrust my tongue in and out. When her legs start to shake, I reach between them and flick her clit with my middle finger.

She comes, wailing, her ass cheeks clamping around my face. I abandon her clit in favor of grabbing her buttocks and grinding my face between them.

“Daddy!”

Laughing, I finally come up to breathe. “Like that, my beanie baby?”

“Super-duper strange sensation,” she mutters into the sheets.

I give her a couple of spanks, to enjoy the pinkness that rises on her skin and the way her ass jiggles, but also to give her a different, more familiar sensation. Then I push her forward for a slightly better angle and set in on her cunt. Mmm, with the bready taste of her natural flavor and the bubble bath, she really does taste like cherry pie. Although she’s probably still overstimulated from her orgasm, she doesn’t protest, just tips her hips so I have easy access while I lick and nip and suck.

I work her up again quickly, enjoying her moans, the way she pushes herself back onto my face when desire drowns her control, like she just can’t help her little self. I flutter my tongue in her opening, then down to her swollen nub, then back again. She makes the most wonderful guh-guh-guhh sound, which tells me she’s close, so I pinch her clit to give her the pain that trips her over. She screams out her second orgasm while I press my face against her thigh and laugh with delight.

When she’s done bucking and sags on the bed like the cutest, deflated balloon, I stretch out beside her.

“Lick your mess off my face, little girl.”

“Daddy, no,” she pleads in a tiny whimper.

“There’s nothing disgusting about it, sweetheart. With the bubble bath, it tastes like cherry tart. C’mon, share it with me.”

She inches her head over and hesitantly licks my nose. I hum encouragingly at her. With a little grumble, she laps my cheeks and lips until I capture her head in my hand and draw her down for deep kisses.

When I release her, her eyes are huge and glossy. “See, not disgusting at all.”

She wrinkles her nose at me. “Kinda more egg custard than cherry clafoutis, Daddy.”

“I’m not sure what cherry clafoutis is, but there’s nothing bad about how you taste, with or without unicorn bubble bath. You’re my baby girl, Emmy. I love all of you, inside and out. I love the way you taste. I love the way you smell. It’s all part of you.”

“Even the messy bits?”

“Even the messy bits.” I reach over and grab a baby wipe because what’s left on my face is beginning dry stickily. As I clean off, I say, “You’ve never once objected to swallowing my come, sweetie. I know for a fact it doesn’t taste this sweet. Why is this different?”

“That’s your gift.”

I brush a long curl off her cheek. “Sweetheart, this is your gift to me. Every drop of your arousal is a gift. Can you see it that way?”

She screws up her face and I can’t control a chuckle.

“Okay, just try for me. You ready for round three?”

“Yes, Daddy. Can I have your wolfy-penis this time?”

I give her another deep kiss. “You may. How are you holding up in this position? Knees okay?”

“Mm-hmm. Bed’s nice and soft.”

“Good. Wolfy-Daddy wants to plow his little girl. You ready?”

She grins. “As I’ll ever be.”

I smack her on her cheeky ass. “You can come up on your hands at any point if you need to but remember to keep that back nice and flat for me. No arching up like a cat. Daddy’s going to go hard, and I want you to bear it for me, but if it truly gets to be too much, call out yellow loud and clear, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. No touching yourself while Daddy’s fucking you.” I kneel up behind her and stroke my fingers up and down her damp crease. “Does my baby doll deserve some lube?”

“That’s for you to decide, Daddy, but please, please, I would like lube. A million pleases.”

“A million pleases? You must really want some lube.” I planned to give her plenty anyway. There may be a time when Emily relaxes enough about anal sex to enjoy me taking her without lube, but we’re not there yet. I’ve been so pleased with her progress, the natural growth of her trust, that I’m letting everything happen in its own time rather than pushing her limits. There are areas in which Emily needs to be pushed to