Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles by Frost, J (reading eggs books TXT) 📗

the “sit spot” at the top of her thighs. Each blow takes her breath away. Tears soak her blindfold, but she barely makes a sound, and her body remains locked in position, swaying just a little as she absorbs each impact. Her feet quiver against the bench as I finish and rub my hands over the bright red welts.

“That’s twenty-two, Miss Martin. I think you’ve learned your lesson about lying, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The heat inside me expands and soars. I really could fly at this moment. My wonderful girl.

I rub my hands up and down her back, gentling her while she endures the fading burn of the cuts. Moving a step to her head, I wipe tears from her cheeks as I speak gently to her. “When you’re ready, Miss Martin, you will lower yourself until your cheek is against the bench. Stay on your knees, ass up high.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs. It takes her a moment to relax her muscles and I help her, rubbing her shoulders and upper back, until she can press her cheek against the bench.

“Now let’s talk about why you came in here in the first place, Miss Martin. You know it’s off-limits.”

“I just wanted to see you in the shower,” she says dreamily.

“But you didn’t get your wish, did you, Miss Martin, since you ended up blindfolded. Why did you want to see your coach naked?”

“Everyone talks about you,” she responds. “Please, can I see you? I want to so much.”

“You want to see me so much?”

“I want you so much.” Her voice drops, a husky whisper. “Please, Daddy, so much.”

“That’s very naughty, Miss Martin. But since you’ve taken your punishment well, I’m inclined to reward you.” I untie the blindfold and slip it off her, cup her cheek, and tell her to count to ten before she opens her eyes, so her pupils have a chance to contract after being covered for so long. On one, she blinks glazed eyes and looks up at me. “Take a look, Miss Martin, and then I’m going to take what this naughty little girl is offering me. You will not get to watch, because you’re going to close your eyes and focus on what I’m making you feel. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She blinks again and licks her lips. “Yes, sir.”

I can see she’s coming up from subspace and trying to get her head back into the scene. “I think we’ll stick with Daddy, Miss Martin. Take one look and then Daddy is going to fuck his girl very hard.”

She lifts her head. Her eyes flick over me greedily, gleaming green in the changing room’s lights. She smiles like my nieces on Christmas morning, then sinks back down onto the bench, squeezing her eyes closed. “You’re beautiful. Thank you so much.”

I chuckle to myself. Little subbie with rose-colored glasses. I kiss the back of her head, on the strip of pale scalp where her hair parts. She murmurs and wiggles her ass invitingly. I give one round cheek a tap with my palm, then move around behind her and mount up.

It’s a fast fuck. A reward for her for submitting so well. A relief from the excitement that’s soaked her thighs and turned my cock to stone. She’s so close that it only takes a few strokes before she’s begging to come, my good girl who remembers the rules even now, when her brain must be mush from all the sensations. It’s a few more strokes to push her over, convulsing under me while I grip her hips to keep her in position, ramming into her as I feel her squeeze hard around my cock. She makes mewling noises as she comes, which elicit chuckles from the crowd, reminding me of our audience for the first time since I hit topspace. Then the pleasure of Emily’s slick, clutching cunt drives out every other sensation. As I pound her, chasing my own orgasm, Emily settles deeper onto her forearms, tipping her ass up to let me fuck her as hard as I want.

I feel the boiling in my balls, the tightening of every muscle. As my pleasure reaches a fever pitch, I slide my hand around and pinch her clit. I keep the pressure on until Emily begins to buck under me, her back pummeling my chest as I lean over her. I let go and listen to her howl out another orgasm, her raw screams tearing the humid air.

I slam my hand on the bench next to hers to support myself as I give over to my own release. Bright shocks of pleasure pour through me, followed by a drawn-out spasm as my body empties into hers. Behind my closed eyes, red fireworks, like the broken blood vessel in Emily’s thigh, flare and fade. I shudder into stillness over her, my cock still pulsing with each heartbeat, caught and held deep in her cunt. Her small hand slides over the bench and curls around mine. Seeking connection, my sweet girl. I pull her up, back tight to my chest, hard against my heart.

When I can speak, I murmur to her, “I have you, Emily. I have you. You’re such a good girl.”

“Daddy,” she whispers.

“Relax now, my wonderful baby. Belly down to the bench.” I lower her, pulling out of her perfect sheath as I do. She collapses onto the bench, her legs sliding between mine. I help her curl onto her side on the wide bench. When I’m sure she’s in a safe position, I clean us both up. Once I’ve got everything put away and my gym shorts back on, I unbind her wrists, wrap her in her blue blanket, and sit on the bench with her in my lap.

Niall straddles the bench beside me. Although I’m generally fine with nudity, I’m glad he’s put on shorts so I’m not staring straight at his meat and two veg.

“Anything yeh need meh to do?” he asks.

“There’s tea tree oil in a brown bottle in my