The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Logan runs his hand down my back, smoothing the silk over my skin, then back up to lift the ruffle and bare my bottom. He toys with me: squeezing my cheeks, brushing his fingertips over the cane stripes on the backs of my thighs, while he pulls on a latex glove and drizzles lube down my crack. A kiss of ice on my labia makes me flinch and whimper. Cold, cold, cold. But the plug warms as he rubs it up and down my slit. It feels so different from Morris. Stanleyβs cool and super-slick as Logan dips it inside me, working it in and out, fucking me with it. βDaddy, Daddy.β
βHowβs that feel?β
βChilly but good.β I wiggle a little as he continues to work the plug in me.
βThe high seas can be chilly, pirate baby,β he tells me in a serious tone, which makes me giggle. βLetβs see how it feels in your bottom.β
I flex my hips and arch my back to tip my ass up as much as possible. It feels best going in that way and I donβt want him to struggle inserting it. He rewards me with more swirling touches over my butt, before he draws the plug out of my pussy and rubs the wet tip over my sphincter. I bear down and he pushes it in. I register the difference immediately. Itβs wider and burns going in, but the coldness of the metal counters the burn, making me shiver and whimper at the conflicting sensations. Once itβs in, he tugs a little to make sure itβs seated and my ass contracts around it uncontrollably, sensation zinging up my spine, heat spreading through my belly. I moan and grind my forehead into the back of the couch. I have a feeling he wonβt let me come until Iβve found the other two treasures, but Iβm so, so ready. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognize Iβve already had five orgasms today and that should be more than enough for even the horniest little pirate, but nothing under my ruffles recognizes that logic.
βHow do you like Stanley, baby?β
βZingy, Daddy.β
βZingy?β
βStanley burns going in, but heβs cold, too. Itβs like fire and ice in my bottom.β
Logan chuckles. βAh, zingy.β
βShould I look for the second treasure now?β
βUh-huh. Let me help you up.β
He does, which is good because Stanleyβs heavier than Morris, too, and thereβs a moment where I wobble. Logan keeps me steady. I wrap my arms around him and give him a huge hug.
βThank you for Stanley, Daddy, and the treasure hunt. This is so cool.β
He kisses me on the forehead. βYouβre very welcome, angel baby.β
I retrieve the map, and he pulls me into his lap so I can use him as a desk again. I study the map, turning it around, trying to find a point of reference. There are Xes in the Pillowy Mountains and Pirateβs Lookout, too.
I glance around the room. Pillowy Mountains. There are lots of pillows in Loganβs cabin. On the couch. One on each chair. On the bed.
The X in the Pillowy Mountains has a little dotted trail leading up to it from the Upside-Down Heights. Whatβs upside-down in Loganβs room? I look around but donβt see anything out of place.
Glancing at his bed, Iβm reminded of yesterday morning when we boardedβgoodness, that feels so long ago nowβLogan fucked me with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. Amazing head-rush. Amazing, upside-down orgasm.
I smack another kiss across Loganβs mouth before I climb off him and hobble like a bow-legged sailor to the bed. I bet Anne Bonny never had to run around with a boulder in her butt. I hear Logan chuckle behind me. I probably look ridiculous, but I donβt care. If he wants me to treasure hunt with Stanley in my butt, I will. Particularly if thereβs a ravishment waiting for me at the end.
At the bottom of the bed, I stop and look at the map again. A dotted line leads up to the pillows. There arenβt any other dotted lines on the map.
I climb up onto the bed, stick my ass in the air, and crawl on my hands and knees up towards the pillows.
βFuck, yes,β Logan breathes behind me. Close behind me. Heβs followed me from the couch.
Because Iβm crawling, I feel it, under my palms, through the comforter and sheet: a ridge that runs up the bed. When I reach the pillows, I pull them aside.
Underneath the pillows lies a small, oval control pad. I pull it out. The chains itβs attached to slide up from under the covers. Three, long, thin chains that end in metal clamps. I shiver. The rubber clamps he used on me this morning were bad enough, but metal? With teeth? Eek.
I turn and crawl back to where Loganβs standing at the bottom of the bed, watching me with those savage eyes. For a moment, I want to protest. Metal clamps! Who in their right mind wants metal clamps on their tender parts? But I lost my mind to him days ago, and, as much as the idea of metal clamps scares me, the idea of Logan putting them on me excites me way, way more. I hand him the treasure silently, lie back on the bed and lift my nightgown, baring all those tender parts for him to torment.
I can barely breathe, Iβm so excited.
βWhat do you think these are, little pirate?β he asks, as he leans over me, opening one of the clamps in his fingers.
βZappy clamps,β I whisper. I havenβt done electrical stimulation play before, although Iβve watched it. Matthew had a pacemaker, so electrical play wasnβt safe for him, and none of my other Doms have used it on me.
Until Logan, who clearly loves toys and seems committed to trying all of them on me.
βThatβs right. Zappy clamps for a pirate
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