The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βGood lunch, little girl?β he asks, as he guides me out of the lounge to the central stairs.
βYes, Sir. Vashiβs really nice. Thank you for encouraging me to go. Ta very much.β
βYouβre welcome.β He grunts. βHer Domβs a monster on the bench. I think he bent the bar doing presses.β
I check to make sure theyβre not in earshot, but I donβt see them anywhere and the stairwellβs filling up with people moving towards their boats anyway. βI think he looks like a Viking.β
Logan chuckles. βCharacter inspiration, sweetheart?β
βAlways.β
Logan leads me down the stairs, out on the deck and to our lifeboat, B-11, which, to my surprise, is a real boat, suspended a few feet above the deck on ropes. Iβd assumed it would be a rubber raft. Logan and I join the ten other people in our boat and form a loose semicircle around it. Logan pulls me toward the back of the group and leans against a red container bolted to the deck labeled βlife preservers.β He tucks me against him, my back to his chest, and crosses his arms over me.
βPay attention,β he whispers into my hair.
βYes, Sir.β
While I listen to the lifeboat drill, he tortures me. First by rubbing his erection over and between my ass cheeks, then by reaching under my skirt from behind and fingering me while tugging on the string of the Ben Wa balls.
βKeep them in,β he growls when the balls nearly slide out. I squeeze to pull them back in and desperately swallow my moans.
Once the drill is over and the insanely perky cruise director stops perking over the PA, he compounds the torture by holding me tight, his arm across my chest, while the other guests file away. He whispers to me, βI think every guyβs got a little Viking in him, donβt you, baby? You know what my inner Viking wants?β
I shake my head. I have no idea what his inner Viking wants, but I know what the Vikingβs victim wants pretty desperately, as his fingers continue to tease.
He works the Ben Wa balls, pulling them against my clenched muscles, pushing them back in when they slip too far, while he rubs his fingers all over, now teasing my clitoris, now tickling my sphincter. I have to clutch at the arm heβs got across me to hold myself still and bite my cheeks to keep silent.
βMy inner Viking wants to raid a coastal village,β he growls to me. βOnce the raiders finish plundering, you know where my Vikingβs thoughts turn?β
I shake my head again, trying desperately not to whimper as he works the balls. My pussy, already well-fucked today, is burning and raw. The Ben Wa balls have kept me primed for hours and now heβs igniting all that simmering need. Iβm not sure if it hurts or feels explosively amazing, only that I donβt want him to stop.
βThereβs a nunnery on the hill above the village,β Logan continues in that deep rumble. βRun by a sweet, little abbess with dark hair and hazel eyes. She resists the invaders. Bars the abbey doors. Fights back with fire. My Viking sacks the nunnery and drags her into the middle of the village and ties her to the whipping post. What does he do to her, do you think? Can you imagine, Emmy?β
My mind shoots in fifty directions, all of which crank me higher.
βMy Viking flogs her modest habit right off her sweet little tits and saucy ass and then fucks her virgin holes, right against the post, in front of the whole village while she comes, again and again, screaming his name. Thatβs what my inner Viking wants. I think thatβs a scene we might act out, donβt you? But first, youβre going come for me. Right here. Now, Emily.β
With a gasped βplease,β clinging to his arm, arching up onto my toes and biting the insides of my cheeks until I taste copper, I come, spasming around the slipping, shifting balls.
He holds me tightly through the shaking aftermath, cupping his fingers over my pussy, whispering hot and sweet in my ear. βSuch a good girl. Love seeing you come apart. Love feeling you shake. And you barely made a sound. Daddyβs so proud of his little girl.β
βTuh-ta very much, Sir,β I manage to gasp.
βGive yourself a minute to settle and then Iβll walk you back to the cabin. Itβs your free time from now until five, but if youβd give me an hour now, Iβll make it up to you tonight. I want you on my cock.β
βYou donβtββ My voice comes out a squeak. I clear my throat and try again. βYou donβt have to make it up to me. You can have whatever time you want, Sir.β
He nuzzles my temple. βThank you, baby. Weβll do better with the schedule tomorrow. Iβll be respectful of your time. I know you have things to do.β
I couldnβt care less about the things I have to do. Despite coming a minute ago, the thing I most want to do right now is him.
* * *
At five oβclock, dressed again, grinning like the Cheshire Cat from the sixβcount them, six!βorgasms Loganβs given me today, we join what must be every other passenger on the ship in the embarkation lounge for the orientation session. The perky cruise director is even more bubbly in person, bouncing up and down a spiral staircase leading from the lounge to the casino mezzanine above. Boing, boing, boing. Sheβs like a blonde Energizer Bunny.
Watching her exhausts me and I lean into Logan. He takes my hand and draws it across his waist. I slide both arms around him, enjoying the muscled firmness of his body under the tweedy waistcoat heβs put over a blue
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