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

props to fetch. Brenna turns at the door of her room and lets out a garbled growl when she sees me following her. After an owl-eyed glare, she slams the door.

“I’ll make sure Javier’s available to oversee your crucifixion once you’re feeling better,” I tell the closed door before I head upstairs. I hear something thump against the door and grin to myself. Sounded like a shoe. Definitely would have been a baby monitor if I’d put one in there. I may still give one to Fleur or Cappa to put next to her bed. Brenna’s much too independent for her own good.

I haul the two bags back downstairs and out to where the picnic tables are set up. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Martyn opening the big basement doors. I took a peek at the basement play spaces this morning and thoroughly approve. On top of four spacious and fully equipped dungeons, there’s a long ramp from one dungeon up into the garden. Much better than stairs someone could trip up or down.

Emily’s embroidered “Doms” and “Subs” on the bags I’ve brought down, so I don’t need to explain them. I just plonk them on the ends of the tables where the Hearts games were being held. As soon as people see the bags, they begin to gather. Emily patters over and tucks herself under my arm. “Are we going to get started, Daddy?”

“We are, sweetheart. What do you think is in those bags?”

“I’m really, really, really hoping there might be a red cape or two.”

“There might be.” We’ve talked about this scene several times. Many of her fantasies are built around fairy tales and this is one she mentioned very early in our relationship. I’ve put a spin on it to make it suitable for a large group of players, but the core of the fantasy: being hunted, captured, and raped, remains the same. We’ve only done one big capture and forced sex scene since the cruise and I wasn’t really at my best for it since I was still recovering from my head injury, so this scene has my blood humming before it’s even started.

“Evening, everyone,” I say and wait for the greetings, and jeers, to die down. “We’re going to play out one of Emmy’s favorite fairy tales tonight, Little Red Riding Hood. So that everyone who wants to can participate, we’ll have lots of little Reds. Anyone who wants to be submissive tonight should grab a red cape.” I zip open the bag to show them. “Anyone who wants to be dominant should wait until the subbies head into the maze. Then we’ll open the other bag. We’re going to give the subbies a few minutes’ head start. Scene safe word is ‘mittens’ since red might be too confusing. Does everyone know who everyone else is now?”

There are nods all around, but just to make sure, I gesture to the house submissives. “Can you all raise your hands so everyone knows who is available to play?”

Austin, Cappa, Fleur, Justine, Hunter, Lucy, Shannie, and Mally raise their hands. After a moment, under the intense stare of his Dom, Shaan also raises his hand.

“Thank you.” I wait until they put their hands down. “So there’s no confusion, can the subbies who are not available to play with others raise their hands?”

Emily, Vashi, Aggie, Laurel, Luisa, Moon, Tania, Twitch, Piper, Yumiko, Sammi, and Robyn raise their hands.

“Everyone clear?” I look around to make sure everyone nods. “With the thirty-nine of us, there’s going to be a lot of bodies and movement in the maze. I’d like at least the Doms to know the secret of the maze so you can get out. Subs, if you think you might be frightened if you get lost in the maze, I’d like you to hear this, too. Anyone who doesn’t want to know the secret of the maze, cover your ears and turn the other way so you don’t see my lips move.”

I wait, but only Laurel and Ryan’s wife, Tania, turn around. I’m pleased all of the littles will know the secret of the maze. They were the ones I was worried about.

Once I explain the maze, I gesture to the bag and let the subbies help themselves to the red outfits. They’re just inexpensive Halloween costume hoods and capes that tie at the throat which I bought in bulk so we’ll be able to do this scene at Blunts in the future, too. But they’ll set the mood and make it easy to identify our subbies.

Beneath the red hoods are a pile of red clothes that I picked up at Walmart: T-shirts, shorts, and socks in a couple of sizes. If anyone wants the immersive “red” experience, they can have it. A couple of the subbies take out more than the hood and cape.

“If you want to change, please go back inside. There can’t be full nudity out in the garden or in the maze. Please keep at least underwear on until you get down into the dungeons.” I point up at the sky. “Drones. We don’t want to get Martyn in trouble.”

“Thank you,” Martyn says from the back of the group.

“While the subbies are getting changed, this is a good time for anyone who needs it to use the bathroom.” A couple of people go to do just that and I check in with Emily, who shakes her head.

When everyone’s assembled again, I send the subbies off into the maze to give them a head start. After the last red hood disappears between the tall hedges of the maze, I turn to the assembled Doms and unzip the other case. What’s inside cost me much more than the Halloween costumes.

“We’re going to have a little twist on the fairy tale,” I tell them as I take a brown, peaked hood and cowl out of the bag. “The hoods are reversible. We’re going to start as hunters, chasing Martyn who is going to be our