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

out the implements I want for this morning’s play. Emily’s eyes get brighter as she sees me pull out her collar. When I take out the paddle and cuffs, she sits up in bed, clutching the covers to her chest.

“That paddle really stings, Daddy,” she says.

I see she hasn’t forgotten it from our morning at my place. I haven’t either. Each slap, smack, and moan figured prominently in my masturbatory fantasies for the three days we were apart. “It does, doesn’t it?”

She presses her lips together, and I know she’s fighting the urge to resist. Instead, she asks, “Can I please have some cream?”

“Is your bottom sore this morning?” It very well could be. It looked a lot better last night, but there were still a few bruises.

She shakes her head.

“Then you don’t need any cream.”

I can see her confusion and anxiety in the way her shoulders draw up and her little brow furrows. I let her marinate in those feelings for a moment while I get ready, rolling a fresh condom onto Morris and snapping on a glove. Then I pile everything for this morning’s play onto a pink towel and take it over to the bed.

“On top of the covers, Emily. Face down. Arms up over your head. Ass in the air.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Whatever her feelings, she doesn’t hesitate, my wonderful, obedient girl. Once she’s in position, I lock her wrists in the soft cuffs and snap the chain to one of the headboard’s many attachment points. I test the play of the chain. She can twist and turn on it, but she’s nice and secure. Then I slide the pink towel under her. This morning’s play could get messy and, although I’m sure the cleaners are used to it on a kinky cruise, I don’t want to make their job harder.

Emily’s already breathing hard, her back trembling, by the time I lube up my fingers and rub them between her ass cheeks. She whimpers when I circle the tip of my finger around her sphincter. I love that sound. Her helpless little whimpers. She’s still slightly afraid of anal play, and I don’t blame her, given what her idiot ex did to her. But now that she trusts me not to tear her up, the anxiety is becoming part of the turn-on.

I rub until her sphincter is soft and rosy and there’s a faint sheen on her flushed labia. Then I slide my finger into her and give her long, slow strokes while she whimpers and trembles.

Her ass is wonderfully pliant this morning, admitting my finger easily, opening and clenching with each stroke. She shudders when I slide my finger out and press two fingers against her closure. When I push them in, she arches her back, tipping her ass up further to take the invasion with a humming moan.

“Good girl,” I tell her, rubbing my other hand up and down her back. She responds the way she always responds to praise. Her body rises, flushes, and shivers. I can’t see her face, pressed into a pillow, but I know her eyes will be rolled back. “Are you such a good girl for Daddy? Daddy’s so proud of the way you give him your ass.”

“Uhhhnuh, Daddy.”

I smile at the back of her head. I love how quickly she gets flustered and lost in the sensations of our play.

I warm her up for another minute, working my fingers in and out but not scissoring or doing anything to stretch out her sphincter. Wearing the plugs will stretch her sphincter gradually, and I’m content to wait.

When she feels nice and relaxed, I slide my fingers out and introduce Morris.

Her ass tips up even further. “Oooh, Daddy.”

“You want your plug, baby doll?”

She turns her head to the side, and I brush her hair off her face with my clean hand so I can look down into her glazed eyes. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Good girl.” I push it in slowly, letting her adjust. She shakes as the plug goes in, and her labia flare, pink and wet. I seat the plug, then take off the glove, turning it inside-out, and toss it to the floor. I’ll clean up later. Right now, the siren call of her needy cunt is too strong to deny, and I rub my fingers up and down her pouty lips to wet them, then slide my fingers into her.

Her back arches. “Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy!”

“Yes, honey baby. How does it feel with Morris in you?”

“Full, Daddy.”

I can tell she’s enjoying it from the tightness around my fingers.

“Mmm. Just get used to that for a minute.” I finger her gently, letting her adjust to the sensation of movement in her cunt while her ass is full of plug. Within a dozen strokes, she’s wriggling, tugging on the cuffs, unable to keep still. I rub my free hand up and down her back. “Easy, baby. There’s so much more to come.”

She whimpers. “Daddy, please.”

“Sh, little girl. I’m going to take my fingers out of you and you’re going to turn over onto your back. Knees up and spread. Daddy wants to put your necklace back on, but first there’s the matter of your four demerits, little girl.”

“Oh, Daddy, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I yawned. I was so sleepy, but I did pay attention.”

“To every word?” I tease.

She shifts around on her knees, trying to avoid the discipline she knows is coming. “No,” she admits in a tiny voice. “Not every word.”

“I didn’t think so.” I withdraw my fingers to her throaty protest, but she turns over immediately and lifts her knees. “Such a good girl,” I praise her and watch the flush spread down her chest.

I lean over her and cup her breasts while giving her a deep, good-morning kiss. Her mouth is minty, her lips already swollen from where she was biting them while I was inserting the plug. I nip her lower lip until she squeaks, then sit back to smile down at her while circling my