The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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If they did, they were really, really neat.
βMmm.β Logan picks up the black fabric case. βSex toys?β
My heart stutters. βPlease, can I have that back? Please?β
He hands it to me carefully. I tuck the bag back down in the case, then stand next to it awkwardly, with my head down, twisting my hands together. I know Iβve made a mistake. I know Logan noticed. I donβt know how to fix it.
βHow about a game of show and tell?β Logan says. βIβll show you something I brought for you, and you show me whatβs in that bag?β
Heβs not angry? I look up. Heβs undoing one of his cases, eyes on the combination lock as he turns the tumblers, but heβs smiling.
I take Peter Aloha Bunnyβs bag back out of my suitcase. Loganβs got his massive, black, hard-sided case open. He must have paid a small fortune in excess baggage charges, because the suitcase looks like it weighs more than I do. His suitcase is filled with flat plastic bags. He vacuum-packed. I want to laugh at his anal retentiveness, but Iβm still shaken at the idea of showing him my stuffie. What if he laughs? What if he takes Peter Aloha Bunny away as punishment? I donβt think I could handle that.
He takes one of the flattened bags and opens it with a whoosh. Inside the opaque bag, there are neatly folded clothes. My mindβs just registering that theyβre all pink and white when Logan takes out the bundle on the top of the pile and shakes it out.
Itβs a cap-sleeved, baby doll dress in soft, white cotton, with ribbons threaded through the lace at the sleeves and hem. My heart catches again, for a completely different reason.
βItβs beautiful, Daddy.β
βI would very much like to see you in it.β
I tip my head to the side. Isnβt that what the creepy, French Egyptologist said to Marion Ravenwood in Raiders of the Lost Ark?
βRaiders, Daddy?β
He grins and beckons with two fingers. I shuffle forward, feeling small and mean for my reluctance to show him my bunny, and stunned that heβd buy me clothes. When he said he was bringing things for me for the cruise, I assumed he meant sex toys.
Logan loosens the white towel. Holding my eyes, he runs his fingertips from my shoulders to my waist, tracing the shallow rise of my breasts until I shiver.
βDaddy.β
βSweet baby. Your skinβs so soft. I love how pink you are after a shower. Letβs get the dress on and then Iβll show you what I brought for you.β
Itβs not the dress? Thereβs more? My throat tightens. This is beginning to feel like too much. I didnβt get a single thing for him. I just selfishly bought bathing suits and jammies for myself.
He tugs the towel free, so it drops to my feet, following the path of the fabric with his fingers. Heat tingles through me, tugging and tightening my nipples and belly. I should be sated, but his touch brings my body alert again, and I want more. How can I want him all the time like this?
βDaddy,β I whisper, and itβs a plea.
βMmm?β He looks at me as he cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. I stand naked and trembling in front of him, and not because of the overly enthusiastic air conditioning. βAre you needy again, sweetheart?β
I nod.
βYou just had an orgasm twenty minutes ago. I think another before lunch is a little greedy, donβt you?β
βYes, Daddy,β I admit.
βThen youβll have to wait. But I adore how needy you are. Can you stay needy for Daddy for a few hours? Wear some Ben Wa balls for me?β
I nod eagerly.
βGood girl.β A shiver runs through me at his praise. βArms up.β
I follow his instruction and he slips the dress over my head. It floats down over my skin, a feathery brush like his fingertips, and I shiver, my toes digging into the plush carpet.
Logan smooths the dress down, his fingers finding and lingering on my nipples, tracing them through the soft cloth. βNow that weβre aboard, no underwear unless I tell you otherwise. Youβll be ready for Daddyβs touch whenever I want to give it to you. Today, you can have panties, but no bra.β
βYes, Daddy.β I catch one of the ribbons trailing from the sleeve between my fingertips. Itβs embroidered with tiny roses. Super girly. I wouldnβt have picked it for myself, but I love that he did.
βGood girl. Now, something to go with this pretty dress.β He turns back to his case, pulls out another vacuum-packed bag and opens it. This time, he doesnβt let me see whatβs inside. He takes out a velvet bag. My breath catches when I see the jewelerβs name and logo embroidered on it.
He takes out a silver chain. Short and delicate. The chain hangs loose from his hand, without a clasp or charms.
I stop breathing.
He bought me a collar.
He reaches back into the bag and takes out a clasp with a pink pearl dangling from it.
βThis is not a collar,β he says as he holds out the ends.
My breath rushes out on a disappointed sigh. I shake myself as I lift my hair so he can fasten it around my neck. Of course heβs not offering me a collar. Weβve only known each other for a week.
βThis is a memory chain.β He clips the pink pearl clasp to the ends of the chain, closing it around my throat and centering the jewel between my collarbones. βThe pearlβs for the cruise, our first adventure together.β
I put my hand over his. βDaddy, ta so much. This is beautiful. Iβm reallyβIβm overwhelmed.β
βMy pleasure, sweetheart.β He kisses me on the forehead. βNow itβs your turn for show and tell.β
I pick up the bag, tug on the drawstring and slowly draw out my teddy bear. Peter Aloha Bunny is a
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