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

it was a lot of fun. The scene, particularly after we got down into the basement, didn’t quite go as I’d planned. Because Emily’s fantasy is to be raped by the big, bad wolf, I’d planned a much more forceful scene. But Mac’s loneliness changed the tone and after that I just wanted to be intimate and cuddly with Emmy. Well, as cuddly as clothespins and a flogging can be. It was a very cuddly scene for us. Hearing Emily call me her forever-daddy was better than anything I could have imagined coming out of the scene, so I’m more than happy with the way it went.

I hope Niall is happy with the way his scene with Shaan went. I’m not sure what he was expecting to hear. He didn’t look particularly surprised when Shaan was talking, but Niall has an enviable Dom-face. I don’t know what was going on behind it, other than his deep love for his sub and his distress that Shaan was putting distance between them.

I listen, not for Molly, but for any sounds from the room across the hall. Either they’re being quiet, or the inn has good soundproofing, because I don’t hear anything. Wishing my friends well, I close my eyes and let myself drift.

Chapter Five Emily

I love how heavy Daddy is, even when I wake with him spooning me and his arm and leg across me like oak logs. There’s a smaller branch rubbing up between my bare butt cheeks—Daddy must have opened the flap on my onesie in the night—and I nestle back against it, remembering last night scene’s and how good it felt for Daddy to fuck me without either of us coming. Somehow, Daddy made it about intimacy instead of the race toward release, and I felt bonded to Daddy at an almost mystical level. I still hate orgasm denial, but I’ll agree to it a lot more readily in the future—and maybe, maybe, maybe, I might even ask for it—if it creates this level of connection between us.

Daddy wakes with one of his grumbly groans and presses his erection more firmly against me.

“Good morning, little love.” He kisses the back of my head and I wriggle happily in his arms.

“Morning, Daddy. Is it time to get up?”

“Mmm, no, I think we can forego showers until later, which means we have time to play before breakfast. Did you like the fucking last night during the scene?”

I waggle my butt against him. “Lots and lots.”

“Let’s do some more of that, then. Best way to start the day.”

I wholeheartedly agree, particularly after a long, slow fuck in the spooning position we’ve woken up in. Daddy strokes me and plays with my belly button in a way that makes ripples of pleasure spread up through my tummy. I didn’t think my belly button was an erogenous zone, but when he tugs on it, I feel it in my clit. Just enough to make everything feel wonderful but not enough to push me over the edge. Daddy’s close, too, and listening to his moans as he thrusts and grinds fills me with all the happy. Instead of pulling out when we both get too worked up, he holds himself still inside me so I don’t feel abandoned and eases us back down, kissing and cuddling me and talking about silly things like which stuffie I’m taking to the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party (super silly, because of course I’m taking them all). When he finally slides out of me, he’s nearly soft and I’m feeling those warm pulse-y sensations again, but I’m not hot and raging and ready to kill my Dom the way I’ve been sometimes after orgasm denial. I wouldn’t argue with Daddy if that’s the way he wanted to leave me, because that’s his right, but it would, and has, made me stabby-mad. I’m glad Daddy doesn’t want me to feel that way the day before my collaring and I smother him with all the love as he shaves and gets dressed and we go down to breakfast hand-in-hand, so he knows how much I appreciate him.

Everyone but Master Harry and Daddy’s friend Mac are already at breakfast. When Daddy asks Martyn about them, we hear they’ve gone for a motorcycle ride but promise to be back before dinner. Since I didn’t expect either of them to want to be part of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, I nod and smile at the news.

Aggie’s the only other little staying at the inn, but I don’t feel out of place in my bunny onesie at breakfast. Aggie’s wearing another of her purple jumpers with a sparkly pink sequin heart on the front and matching Keds. She tells me she and Warrin are going for a walk to the Falls after breakfast and I open my mouth to ask Daddy if I can go with them when I remember what I have planned with Austin, Hunter, and Cappa, and shut my mouth.

We’re going to try to contact Molly’s spirit.

Austin comes over to our table as we’re finishing the tomato and rosemary omelets Martyn’s made for us. He tells Daddy he’s checked on DirtyGurl this morning and, although there’s no sign of infection, her face is even more swollen than yesterday and she’s in more pain. Austin’s made her take the painkillers her dentist prescribed.

“She may be out all day,” Austin says to Daddy. “I know she’ll be sorry to miss the fun, but she overdid it yesterday. She needs to rest.”

Daddy shakes his head, but he’s smiling and I know he’s not really mad at Brenna.

“I’ll do a rota so someone checks on her every two hours, sir,” Austin says.

“Good,” Daddy says. “I want a baby monitor on her, too, if she’s that heavily sedated. I’ll get one after breakfast.”

Austin nods and then his chocolate eyes track to mine. “Emmy?”

I nod enthusiastically. “After breakfast, unless Daddy needs me?”

“I always need you, baby doll, but I’m happy to let you do whatever you