Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles by Frost, J (reading comprehension books .txt) 📕

past bliss, into pain. I’m sure I’m shooting dry and Emily’s sweet cunt still milks me and I keep coming, fucking galaxies burning their way up through my balls and erupting out of my dick, until I collapse over her, spent.

She giggles breathlessly.

I can’t help but laugh with her, even while I’m gasping.

“What in the fuck was that?” I groan. “Crazy fucking galactic come.”

Deranged giggles from my little girl. “That’s what happens when you watch Star Wars before sexytime, Daddy.”

“You little monkey.” I untangle her from her nightie, smooth it down so she doesn’t stick to me, and roll to the side, keeping her impaled. I wrap her in my arms and squeeze her tight, wanting to feel every bone, every angle and curve of her, imprinted on me.

“Sorry, I wasn’t a very good princess.” She wraps her little hands around the hand I have between her breasts and kisses my knuckles. “Getting ravished by Captain Daddy seemed like a lot more fun than fighting him off.”

I chuckle. “Not even a little bit of a problem. It’s good for us to just have fun.”

“Ta, Daddy. I love when you’re a wolfy-daddy, all fierce and bitey, but I also love when Captain Daddy plays silly games with me.”

I kiss her soft head. “Captain Daddy will make lots of future appearances, don’t you worry. Isn’t ‘Talk Like A Pirate’ Day coming up? Captain Daddy will definitely make an appearance for that. And he’ll be bringing lots and lots of rope.”

She giggles and snuggles back into me and her movement finally dislodges my dick. I tuck her nightgown between us and tug up my pajama bottoms with a sigh, sorry to lose my perfect sheath.

Since it feels like we’re settling down, even though it’s still early, I have her grab her tablet and read me a bedtime story. Moving us toward the routine I want for bedtime. The story she reads me is short, mostly pictures that are in surprisingly good resolution on her little reader. The little boy in the story spends most of it naked, when he’s not being baked in a cake, or flying around in an airplane. It ends with the little boy snuggled back in bed and when I ask Emily, she tells me it’s one of her favorite bedtime stories because it gives her good dreams.

I spoon her and cuddle her, making sure the sheets and comforter are tucked in around her.

“I love sleeping with you, Daddy,” she murmurs. “Ta very much for letting me.”

“Have you not slept with your other Doms?”

“Um, no.” She sounds very sleepy. “I slept with Lew. He was my first Dom. But he wanted me to sleep on the floor. It made my hips ache something rotten, so I made excuses not to stay over. Since him, I usually met up with my Doms for scenes. Not night after night like this. I love it. It makes me feel so safe.”

I nuzzle the back of her head. “I want you to feel safe, sweetheart, and I love sleeping with you, too. I won’t ask you to sleep on the floor if it hurts your hips.” That sounds like a one-way ticket to arthritis. “I might cage you for a few hours at a time, though. Have you been caged before?”

She shivers. “No, Daddy.”

“Would you be afraid, little girl?” The spice of her fear shoots straight to my dick, which gives a little jerk. I cannot possibly get hard again after that galactic-gasm.

She nods. “Crazy afraid.”

“Would you endure it for me? Would you be Wonder Woman brave?”

She rolls over and slides her arms around my neck, looking anxiously into my face. “You won’t leave me alone in the dark again?”

Again? “When did I leave you alone in the dark?”

“This afternoon. When you went to talk to Dr. Lehmann. You pulled the curtains and it was really dark.”

Fuck, I hadn’t realized. I cuddle her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. Were you afraid? Is that why you got up and went out to the balcony?”

She nods.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’ve really had a bad day, haven’t you?” At her nod, I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be very careful not to leave you alone in the dark again. If it wasn’t dark, would you still be afraid of being caged?”

“Really, really afraid. I don’t like closed spaces, and I’d be scared you’d leave me and never come back.”

“I would never leave you when you’re caged. I will always be able to see and hear you, even if you can’t see and hear me. But I understand you’ll be frightened. I still want you to bear it for me, little girl.”

“I’ll try.”

I cup her head and look into her eyes. “Do, or do not, sweetheart, there is no try.”

“Yoda’s even more of a dork than Superman, Daddy, but I’ll do it for you.” Her shiver shakes her whole body against me. “I’ll be Wonder Woman brave.”

“That’s my girl.” I kiss her forehead. “Your submission means everything to me, Emmy. It’s kept me sane these past couple of days, when I really thought I was going to lose my shit. I’m still not ready to make any decisions about Miranda and the baby, but I’m beginning to feel like I can. Like I have fucking options and Miranda hasn’t stolen everything from me.”

Emily worms even closer and kisses the spot under my jaw she likes. “Thank you again for telling me. I know it’s ugly and embarrassing, but I feel privileged you shared it with me.”

Holding her, I roll onto my back and wrap her tightly against me. Her hair creates a curtain around us, closing us in our own little world, while I kiss her soft, minty mouth.

“I feel privileged to be your daddy,” I say between kisses. “I know I’ve asked a lot from you these past couple of days, and I know it hasn’t been easy. I know you have doubts, and that you’ve been scared. Just please don’t run from me again, Emily. Stick with me