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

We’ll have the usual parade of hangovers and sunburns. But the Sunday Showcase is not to be missed. Some of the staff have amazing talents.”

“We’ll look forward to that,” I say, marking it on my mental calendar.

Chapter Six Emily

After we finish lunch, we detour to the bathroom to remove Morris and rub more analgesic into my thighs, which are burning more than my sphincter. I’m happy to have the plug out, but kind of sad, too, which is all kinds of confusing. When I tell Logan that my body’s confused, he just smiles and kisses me on the forehead. He can’t know how I feel about the plug, can he? Is it a Dom mind-reading thing?

Once I’m tidied up, Logan walks me to the Lido deck to meet Vashi. I’m looking forward to the book-and-girl-talk, but I also wish I was going back to the cabin with Logan. He made me feel so wonderfully little at lunch, ordering for me and setting limits about what movies I’m allowed to watch. If another of my Doms had tried that, I’d have laughed at him behind his back and watched what I wanted when he wasn’t around.

Logan is different. It’s not just that I want to obey him. It’s not even that we’re spending the next two weeks together, which is more time than I’ve spent with any of my Doms since Lew. When he set the limit, it went up like a concrete barrier in my mind. I won’t watch porn or even R-rated movies anymore. Not without his permission.

Why not? I’m submissive. Pleasing my Dom fills a deep need in me. I know that, but it’s never gone beyond a long weekend. When my Doms aren’t around, I do what I want.

This is something else. This is something new. I don’t know what it is but I long for it. Logan said he’d create a safe space in which I can be little anytime. That’s what it feels like he’s doing, and I want it so badly it’s a physical hunger aching in my belly.

I cling to him when we get to the Lido deck, even though it’s nearly three. He doesn’t try to disentangle himself or reprimand me about being late. He just hugs me and kisses me and teases me about having salmon-breath until I’m starry-eyed and giggling and ready to throw my heart at his feet. How is he doing this to me? I’ve only known him for six days.

Finally, he kisses my forehead. “Should I let you in on a secret, baby doll?”

“Yes, please.” I tighten my arms around his neck and wish I never had to let him go.

“There’s a game waiting for you when you get back to the cabin. A naked game. Go to your cabin first, take off your clothes, and brush your teeth, fish-face, then knock on the door. I can’t wait to play with you, Emmy.”

I nearly climb him in excitement. “What kind of game?”

“Wait and see, Miss Impatient. I have to set it up now. Behave yourself.” He gives me a long kiss, followed by a swat on the butt that has me hopping in his arms.

“I will, Sir. I will.” I’d promise him anything in this moment.

“Good girl. Where are you going to sit?”

“In the shade.”

“That’s right. Are you talking about naughty books with Vashi?”

My eyes widen. He’s not going to ban me from reading naughty books, is he? That’s practically everything in my e-reader.

“Yes, Sir,” I admit, my voice gone very small.

“Then remember your words.”

I sigh with relief and bury my face in his chest, inhaling his warm scent. “I will, Sir. No bad words.”

“Have a good time, baby doll.” He gives me another kiss on the forehead, and I take that as my cue. He’s not going to let me hold him here forever, as much as I want to. Besides, he needs to go set up this game.

A naked game.

I can’t wait.

I kiss his chin and unwind myself. As I step away, he grabs me up in his arms and gives me a hard, deep kiss that leaves me breathless and reeling when he finally puts me down.

I weave my way deliriously out onto the deck. Vashi is already reclining on a lounger, under the huge, white, triangular sail that shades one side of the pool. The smiling, round Indian man I saw her with at dinner is sitting at the bottom of her chaise, rubbing her feet. I flop onto the empty lounger next to her and look back at the doorway. Logan’s still standing there, watching me. He grins when he sees me looking, gives me a two-fingered salute, and turns back through the sliding doors into the restaurant.

The Indian man holds his hand out to me. “I’m Shaan,” he says when I shake it. “Niall said your scene this morning was hot. If that kissing was any indication, I’m sorry I missed it.”

Vashi gives a gasp of mock outrage. “Please forgive my partner, Emily. He has no filter.”

Shaan laughs, a deep, rolling laugh almost as good as Logan’s. “Very true, my lotus, very true. I’ll leave you girls to talk about books. We’ll be back for you at four.” He lifts her feet in his hands and plants a kiss on each big toe, which has Vashi wriggling in embarrassment.

Is this what five years together looks like? It’s certainly not how Ash and I looked; we hardly touched each other by the end. I haven’t seen many long-term, Dom-sub couples interact. The dungeon parties I’ve been to have been for scenes and hooking-up. I haven’t seen much of this playful tenderness.

Vashi sighs as she watches Shaan go. “We have had a very good day today,” she tells me with a brilliant smile. “What of you, Emily? Have you enjoyed your first full day on the cruise?”

I nod. My orgasm counter for the day is already full and it’s only three in the afternoon. “It’s been amazing.”

“Niall said your scene went