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

baby who needs to be tortured until she spills all her little pirate secrets to her captain.”

“Arr, Captain Daddy.” I wiggle madly on the bed, trying to hold myself still for the clamp and failing because I’m too excited. Logan grins and puts his free hand flat on my chest, between my breasts, flicking one nipple with his thumb. Holding me down and arousing me all in one motion. That’s so Logan. He bends over further and captures my mouth, licking along my lips, sliding his tongue in to lap against mine while he closes the first clamp on my stiffened nipple.

I howl into his mouth. Metal bites into my flesh. Lordy, they’re like megalodon teeth. Each tooth feels a thousand times larger than it could possibly be. Instead of easing off after a second, the pain intensifies. It feels like the megalodon is chewing on my nipple. I grab the back of Logan’s neck to hold myself still and pant against his mouth. “Please, Captain Daddy, no. That’s so owie.”

“Are you begging for mercy, scallywag?” he asks against my lips.

“Yes, parlay, white flag, whatever, ow, arr, that hurts so much.”

He chuckles and releases the clamp, which nips in and holds, but the pain is bearable. He keeps kissing me while he sets the second clamp, then leans back and inspects me, that wolfy gaze licking over my skin.

“What a gorgeous little thing you are, Emmy.” He reaches up and takes a curl of my hair between his fingers and runs it down along my cheek. “This hair. I love how dark it is against your skin.” He tickles my nose, my throat, my captured nipple with the fluffy end of my curl and I melt, despite the discomfort of the metal in me at both ends. “These little freckles. I want to kiss each one.”

“That would be a lot of kisses,” I say, looking up at him and melting even more. I’m going to be nothing but a puddle of ruffles in a minute.

“It would, but not nearly enough. I want to cover you with kisses. And suck marks and bites. I want to mark every inch of this beautiful skin. Make sure everyone who sees you knows you’re mine.” He reaches down and rubs his thumb gently up and down my thigh, fingering the caning marks through my stocking. “Do you know how much it turns me on to see my marks on you, sweet girl?”

“No, Daddy. How much?”

He flashes me his wolfy grin. “This much.”

He reaches up to where he’s set the control pad for the clamps and taps it.

Lightning strikes in my nipples, sizzles through my breasts. I arch my back against the sharp pain, then gasp as it ebbs to a sparking heat that keeps running along my nerves, even after the first hit fades. “Daddy, Daddy!”

He chuckles. “Like that, little pirate?”

I’m not sure if I like it, but the heat’s undeniable. “Hot, Daddy. Hot-hot-hot.”

Logan lowers his head between my breasts and mouths my skin, laughing. “You’re hot-hot-hot, baby doll.”

“You, Daddy,” I manage.

“Nope, this is all you, you crazy baby. Ready for the clit clamp?”

“No?”

He chuckles. “Too bad, brace yourself.”

I dig my fingers into the bedspread and spread my knees, submitting, even though I have a pretty good idea of how this is going to feel.

I’m not wrong. It feels like a pit bull has latched onto my clit. Pinching and burning and shooting heat up into my belly. When the lightning strikes, I scream, jolting up into Logan’s arms. He holds me while the aftershocks race through me, while I thrash and pant. He watches me with those fathomless eyes, holding me and stroking me, his palms slipping over my sweat-slicked skin. He kisses my cheek and my ear, whispering to me, “Oh, baby doll, that’s so beautiful. You choosing to take the pain for me. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Daddy.”

“Find me that last treasure, baby. I want to reward you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He helps me up and I stagger around for a moment until I remember where I left the map. While I study it, Logan gives me little zaps that have me squealing and wriggling in his arms. When I complain that I can’t concentrate with him zapping me, he relents and tucks the control pad into the top of my stocking. He wraps his arms back around me and I relax into him. He’s so big and warm that it’s like getting a hug from the world’s biggest teddy bear.

There are two sets of Pillowy Mountains on the map. Only one set has an X in it, but the presence of two seems significant as I turn the map this way and that, trying to figure out where Pirate’s Lookout might be.

I turn the map so the first Pillowy Mountains are ahead of me as I look at Logan’s bed. The second set is just beyond Ye Shall Not Pass. Is he making a pirate-y pun on Lord of the Rings? I think he is. It makes me giggle and wonder if there are any Hobbit-y games we could play. Being ravished by Gandalf sounds kind of creepy, but I could definitely go for being whipped by the Balrog.

I lift my head and look through the connecting door into my room. I can see the edge of my bed through the open doorway.

I start to dash through the doorway but remember after the first step that I’m plugged with a freaking boulder and settle into a bow-legged swagger that has Logan chuckling behind me.

Through Ye Shall Not Pass and into my room, I stop with the Pillowy Mountains in front of me. I turn my head to the left, where Pirate’s Lookout is on the map.

The balcony.

With a triumphant whoop, I totter out to the balcony as fast as Stanley will let me. Who invented weighted, metal butt plugs anyway? They have a lot to answer for.

On the balcony, there’s a small