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

Dom before he joined Blunts, but Master Javier continues without more than a wry twist to his mouth.

“I’ve watched you grow to become a Dom I truly respect and admire and I barely say that about anyone. Ever.” There are guffaws from the club members. “I’ll admit that I was surprised when you turned your hand to being a daddy, but seeing you with Emily, I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more with the care of a little.” Javier salutes Daddy with his water glass and Daddy nods as everyone claps. “Emily, I’ve only known you for a few months, but you’ve become one of my favorite people in the world. When your daddy was injured, your bravery humbled me and reminded me that submissives are the strongest people I know. I told you then that if anything happened to your daddy, I would make sure you were taken care of. I’ll always honor that promise, but don’t think there’s a Dom or Domme at Blunts who wouldn’t now. You’re part of our family and we wouldn’t ever let you leave. That’s a threat as well as a promise.”

He grins, showing his strong, white teeth, despite his nicotine addiction, and everyone laughs, including me.

“So, raise your glass to Logan and Emily. Thank you for allowing us to crash what I know was intended to be a small, private ceremony.” Javier’s grin widens as Daddy shakes his head in chagrin. “It was never going to happen, my friend. Enjoy the love of your kinky family on this very special weekend. À votre santé.”

There’s a chorus of “congratulations,” “cheers,” and “sláinte” from our friends. Daddy leans in to press a kiss to my flaming cheek and I smile at him despite the icky, shrinking feeling I always get from being the center of so much attention.

After Javier sits down, Daddy’s friend Mac, who just got out of the Navy, stands. He’s sitting next to Niall and I’ve noticed they’ve had their heads together several times today. Are they plotting to gang up on Javier and Warrin in this silly contest? It would serve Master Javier right, but I’d hate for them to bully Warrin.

Mac sweeps the group with his intensely blue eyes. Although he’s probably fifteen years older than Daddy, he radiates energy. I’ve heard the Blunts subs giggling over another of the masters, Bull, who reputedly has an eleven-inch penis. I haven’t seen it myself, although I might get to this weekend since he’ll be here, but several of them claim to have sneakily measured it during scenes. Whatever his length, Master Bull definitely has big dick energy, and so does Master Mac.

“I won’t try to top that,” Master Mac says, tipping his head to Javier. “Although I’ve known Logan since before he was a baby Dom.” There are chuckles all around at Mac one-upping Javier and I can see this is how the whole weekend is going to go. I’m really glad Niall and Mac are taking Daddy out after the tea party tomorrow night so they can work out all the testosterone between themselves. “Seriously, son, I’ve seen you at every stage of this journey and I couldn’t be prouder of the man and Dom you’ve become. I don’t believe this is the end of your journey, just the start of a new chapter, with the best little companion I can think of.” Mac lifts his water glass to me and my cheeks heat again. “To Emily and Logan.”

Everyone toasts us again and I feel like my cheeks are going to explode. I had no idea that so many people coming to my collaring meant I’d be the focus of so much attention. I squirm and Daddy, sensing my discomfort the way he always does, puts his arm around me. When Mac sits down, Daddy taps his own water glass but doesn’t stand.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Daddy says with a wry lift in his voice. I’m not sure what Master Mac is like as a top, but Master Javier is anything but gentle, so I totally get the joke. “I’m sure Niall and Warrin will want their two pence but let’s save it for dinner. How about those Yankees, huh?”

Everyone laughs and breaks into smaller conversations and I lean into Daddy. “Ta, Daddy,” I whisper.

“You’re welcome, my baby. I’ll put you in a light trance before dinner tonight if you’re finding this overwhelming.”

“Can I try to be okay with it and if I’m struggling, I’ll say trance? I don’t want to miss anything about this weekend and being in a trance makes everything misty and distant.”

“Of course, sweetheart. That’s my brave girl.”

“Ta, Daddy. ILY.”

“ILY, too—” Daddy breaks off as three servers start setting down trays in the middle of the table. We ordered six appetizers and six mains for each table to share as well as individual salads for anyone who wanted one, which I did after the hearty breakfast. “Want to try some poutine, little girl?”

Aware that it’s not the heathiest food, I nod but pinch the air with two fingers. Daddy makes a plate for me with a little pile of poutine, some of the octopus salad Piper said was one of the best dishes, and two slices of “dry rub” steak. I transfer a little of my salad to Daddy’s plate so he’s getting some greens and set in to enjoy everything. Daddy and I talked a lot about my diet before we left the City. I’m not calorie-counting this weekend. I’m not worried about his cholesterol. I’m just enjoying everything. And there’s a ton to enjoy. Everything’s tasty, from the Caesar salad to the poutine’s cheesy goodness to the meltingly tender steak. When I’m full, I lean against Daddy’s side while he finishes his meal and let the conversation wash over me. Niall, Harry, Warrin, and Dana are comparing under and overhand flogging techniques. Aggie’s admiring Vashi’s intricate henna. Javier and Maude are arguing over who is getting the check. Daisy’s regaling Mac, Jiro, Laurel,