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

wolf. When we catch up to the subbies and Martyn gives the signal.” Martin holds up a small brass horn and gives the rubber ball at the end a squeeze so it makes a clear toot. “We’re going to turn our hoods inside out, become the wolves, capture our subbies, and drag them into the basement to have our wicked ways with them.”

I demonstrate the reversing hood which has a ruff of fake fur, ears and a built-in half mask with black eyeholes, a wolfish nose, and white fangs on the inside. There are low chuckles from the group as they try on the hoods. My friend Ryan claps me on the back.

“These are excellent. We need some for the club.”

I grin at him. Cappa helped me find a costumer to make them and I was damn pleased with the results. “I’ll donate them when we’re done.”

As everyone’s donning their hoods, Ginger, a motherly Domme in her late thirties who runs the littles playgroup, raises her hand. I nod to give her the floor.

“Just a word of warning to those of you who haven’t played with littles before. They’re likely to be very excited by this scene and they may show that exuberance by screaming, jumping, and running around. Most of them will not try to touch you or climb on you if they don’t know you well, but they might forget the normal social boundaries if they go very little. Please be gentle with them.”

“Good point. Do you think any of them will be frightened by the wolf faces?”

“Robyn won’t. Jack, Bravo, what do you think?”

The other daddies, including Warrin, shake their heads.

“I’m more worried that Sammi will get so excited he’ll tackle someone,” Jack says.

“Hell, I’m a little worried about that with Twitch,” Bull says with a chuckle. “And he’s not even a little.”

That gets laughs all around.

“Any other safety concerns?” I ask.

When no one else says anything, I take out my phone, set a timer, and gesture to Martyn, who has pulled on his hood with the wolf-side out. “Wolf, two-minute head start.”

He grins hugely beneath the hanging, white fabric teeth. “See you in there.”

I wave him off. There are a few squeals as he enters the maze, which tells me some of the subbies chose hiding places close to the entrance. Not that there are many true hiding places in the maze, unless they want to try to squeeze behind the statues or curl up under a wooden bench.

I glance over at Niall, who is fitting a thick leather collar with a dangling lead around Vashi’s throat. He hasn’t let her wear a red hood or go into the maze with the other subbies. I know part of that is because he’s focusing on Shaan tonight, but the other part is that Vashi’s even more easily overwhelmed by crowds and confusion than Emily. We both agree that we wouldn’t want our sensitive subbies any other way, but it means we have to take extra precautions with them. Niall wraps the heavy cuff at the other end of the lead around his own wrist and nods to me.

I check my phone. Ten seconds left. Good enough.

“Hunters, let’s find ourselves a wolf!” I say, loud enough to carry into the maze.

The group of Doms starts moving slowly, but as they draw near the maze, Harry and Nico pick up their pace, followed by Javier and Mac, who I’m pleased to see has gotten into the swing of the scene and is grinning as he disappears around the first corner. I amble, with Warrin to one side and Jiro to the other, listening to the rustling and laughter ahead in the maze. I don’t make much effort to find Emmy, figuring I’ll hunt her once I go “wolfy,” and simply enjoy strolling with my friends on the warm, September evening.

I find several subbies without trying. Cappa and Aggie are “hiding” in the corners of the first dead-end to the right. When I see them, I beckon Cappa to join us while Warrin tucks Aggie under his arm.

“Have you seen the big, bad wolf, love?” Warrin asks his little.

“No, baba. He hasn’t come this way.”

“Ah, we’ll have to try another branch then,” Warrin says, all seriousness as we retrace our steps to the turn that led to the dead end. Ahead of us, at the crossway, Laurel and Daisy’s date, Piper, run hand-in-hand deeper into the maze. Jiro chuckles.

“At least I don’t have far to look,” he says.

We take a few more twists and turns before I hear Emily’s wild giggle. There’s a good amount of laughter floating through the maze, but I’d recognize Emily’s giggle anywhere. I turn away from the group, round a corner following the sound, and find Emily, Sammi, Robyn, Austin, and Moon clutching each other in an attempt to “hide” behind a pair of cherubs. Since Austin on his own is twice as wide as the statue, it’s a vain attempt and I can’t help but laugh.

“I think you’re found, you lot.”

“Boo, Daddy. You weren’t supposed to see us.”

I crook a finger at her; she patters to me and throws her arms around my middle.

“Your cloak of invisibility seems to be slipping,” I tell her.

“Sammi stepped on it.”

I lean in to kiss her cute little nose. “Want to help Daddy hunt the big, bad wolf?”

She nods enthusiastically.

“Come on, then.”

I lead the cluster of subbies back to where I left the others but they’ve moved on into the maze. Dana and Maude, who were bringing up the rear of the Dom pack, appear and Dana immediately takes possession of her sub, clipping a leash to his collar.

“Thank you for finding my boy, Logan. Saves me the effort.”

“My pleasu—”

I break off when the sharp toot of the horn sounds. I give the Dommes a big smile. Together, we pull our hoods off, turn them inside out, and settle them back over our heads, pulling the soft half-masks down over our faces.

Emmy’s the first to squeal.

“Run, little girl,”