The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) 📕

“La Corona,” Chief Licence says, his tone appreciative. His words wash over me like the lapping of the water against the boat’s sides.

“Uh-huh,” Logan responds. “I went to Havana last year on vacation and brought back as many cigars as I could stuff into my luggage. But I’m already halfway through them. They’re too tempting. Congress really needs to end the embargo.”

The chief chuckles. “While you’re in Mexico, give Te Amo a try. I know it has a bad reputation, but it’s actually a very pleasant smoke. And it’s hard to beat on price.” He blows out a blue cloud, which the breeze whips away.

“Thanks, I will,” Logan replies, releasing his own blue cloud.

They smoke in silence for a minute, then Chief Licence says, “Dan’s not a bad man.”

“I’m sure he’s not,” Logan responds.

“He feels responsible, of course.” The chief blows out another smoke cloud. “We all do.”

“I’m not sure why you should. People like to gamble with their lives. That doesn’t make you responsible when they lose.”

Chief Licence grunts. “We’re responsible for the safety of all our passengers from the time they step on the boat to the time they step off. That makes us feel responsible, whether we are or not.”

“There’s a difference between making sure a passenger ends up on the right lifeboat and preventing a passenger from taking illegal drugs. Black wasn’t doped. He knew what he was doing.”

I look up at Logan blearily, surprised by how harsh his tone has become. He takes his cigar out of his mouth, smiles at me, and says, “Head down, baby doll.”

I drop my head forward. My eyelids feel weighted and thick. I let them droop until all I can see are my sandals and a white strip of deck. I drift again.

“Hypnotic flush,” the chief says. His voice sounds distant, and I don’t try to focus on it. I just let everything wash over me while I watch my toes.

“Uh-huh, she dropped straight into a waxy trance,” Logan responds. “Do you have any training?”

“Yes. We do a class on erotic hypnosis during the trip. Judy DaCosta runs it. You should meet her, even though it looks like you don’t need the class.”

“I’ll look her up while I’m aboard,” Logan says. “I’ll have to cut this short. I don’t want Emily going too deep.”

“Understood, son. Thank you for the very fine cigar and the pep talk.”

“My pleasure, sir.”

Words stop washing over me, but I’m so relaxed and content I continue to drift along until Logan curses softly and his hand settles on my shoulder. He turns me to him and speaks close to my ear.

“Baby doll, tell me my name.”

“Daddy.”

He grunts. “What’s my other name?”

“Logan.”

“Good girl. We’re going to count backwards from ten again. When we reach one, I’ll release your wrists. You’ll lift your head and blink twice. You’ll feel relaxed and ready to enjoy a scene or two before bed. Ready? Ten.”

I count backwards with him. The transition is less jarring this time: an easy rise, like coming up to the surface after swimming a lap underwater.

At one, Logan releases my wrists. I lift my head, blink twice, and smile at him. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, sweetheart. Have you been hypnotized before?”

I shake my head.

“Okay, we’ll explore that later. Ready for a scene?”

I nod eagerly.

“Good, I’ve got a couple picked out.” He gives me his wolfy grin and all the tranquility inside me tightens into a delicious excitement that has me bouncing beside Logan as we make our way to the dungeons.

* * *

After watching a feeding scene with strawberries and whipped cream that made my teeth ache and a pussy-flogging scene that made every muscle in my body tighten, Logan turned to me and picked me up, with his big hand under my ass, his opposite arm an iron bar across my back. Held so securely, I relax completely into his hold.

Logan carries me, in the koala-baby style that makes me feel so safe, through the corridors, up the elevator to our deck, and along the passageway to his cabin.

“Bed or bathroom, baby doll, what do you need first?”

“Bathroom, Daddy. Too much water.”

Logan chuckles and alters course through the connecting door, to the bathroom in my cabin, where he sets me down. “Take your time. Leave your dress on the back of the door. Come back in just your panties and we’ll get you ready for beddy-bye.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I follow instruction and when I emerge, Logan’s waiting for me at the connecting door. He’s stripped down to his black, silk boxers, and I stumble a step seeing him, that wonderful, golden chest with its fuzz of black hair, the tight abs and cut hips. I’ve seen him naked several times, but his body still stuns me every time I see it.

I cross my arms over my chest, feeling small and ugly compared to him.

“Baby doll.” He opens his arms to me, and I rush to him. He folds me into his chest. “I want you to sleep naked in Daddy’s bed tonight. Can you do that, or do you need pajamas?”

“I want to sleep naked in Daddy’s bed,” I whisper to him.

“Good girl.” He picks me up again, in the same snuggly, koala-baby carry, and I melt into him for the few steps around my cabin to turn off the lights, through the connecting door and into his bed. He’s folded back the covers on his side and sets me down there, immediately following me down, covering me with his big body. He strips off my panties in one smooth motion, and I spread my legs, ready for him.

He holds himself over me, propped on his forearm, then lowers his head so our foreheads touch. “I don’t think so, greedy baby, as tempting as you are. Six orgasms today is enough. Your pussy needs to recover, and my dick sure as hell does, so it’s snuggles only tonight, and Daddy will fuck your brains out in the morning.”

I giggle. “Yes, Daddy.”

He shifts to the side, scooting me