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

table and two lounge chairs. A rolled-up, pink towel is tucked between the cushion and frame of one of the chairs. I retrieve the towel and unwind it from around something hard and plastic.

Inside the towel, there’s a fist-sized machine. It looks like one of those little personal fans that drugstores sell for a dollar in summer, except that it’s bigger and the blades are short. When I rub my thumb through them, they feel soft and flexible.

I take the device back to Logan, who is sitting on the edge of my bed and watching me with a Cheshire cat sized grin.

“Mysterious pirate treasure, Captain Daddy,” I tell him, holding out the little machine. “Do I win?”

“You do, sweetheart, well done. Time for your reward. No guesses as to what this is?”

I turn it around in my hands a few times, finding the control buttons on the bottom. I press what looks like the on button and the machine whirrs to life, the soft blue blades turning slowly.

“The world’s smallest windmill?” I suggest.

Logan chuckles. “What would it grind?”

I hold the machine to my cheek while I ponder. The blue blades caress my skin like a tongue, licking me over and over.

“Is this—a machine to lick me down there?” I’ve never seen or heard of such a thing, and I’m not sure how it would work, but I was pretty skeptical about my rabbit-vibrator at first, too.

Logan’s grin widens so much his cheeks must ache. “Yup, a clit licker, but I also want to try it on your nipples, once they’re out of those clamps.”

I hand him the machine quickly because I’ve gone so light-headed, I’m afraid I’m going to fall over. He takes it in one hand and wraps the other around my elbow, holding me steady. “You okay, baby?”

“Just excited, Daddy,” I whisper. Even as I say it, I’m not sure it’s entirely true. My stomach has started swimming in time with my head, and my legs feel like they can’t hold me up.

“Mmm, are you now?” Logan clicks off the machine and tosses it on the bed. Still supporting me, he pulls the blankets and sheets down, then steers me into the bed.

“Daddy?” What’s he doing? Ravishment should definitely happen on top of the covers. This feels like he’s putting me down for a nap.

“Sh. I figured this would happen. Just relax, sweet girl. Let’s get these off you.”

He lifts my pirate nightie and takes the clamp off my right breast, pressing his thumb into my nipple to ease the burn as I whimper. The pain keeps me from protesting until he has all three clamps off.

“Daddy, please don’t stop playing with me,” I beg. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong. I’ll do better. Promise.”

He smooths my hair back from my forehead and smiles down at me. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my good girl. We’re just hitting the pause button. I’ve been waiting for you to crash. You’ve had two busy days, with a lot of play, and a lot of sex, on top of a three-hour time change. Five orgasms today already. That’s a lot for a little pirate baby.”

I swallow hard. I wasn’t sure if he realized I’d come while he was paddling my breasts, but I should have known he wouldn’t miss it. “I’m sorry I came without permission while you were paddling me. I didn’t even know I could come like that.”

“Bit of a surprise, huh?” He doesn’t look angry or annoyed, just smiles his daddy smile at me as he continues, “You’re knackered. We’ll talk about your unsanctioned orgasm after you’ve had a nap. This is not discipline or even correction. This is Daddy taking care of his girl.”

Well, when he puts it that way. I melt and hold my arms up to him. He gives me a long, satisfying cuddle, during which my eyelids get heavier and heavier.

“Can you nap with the plug in?” he asks in what has to be his softest tone.

“Yes, Daddy.” I could sleep on a bed of coals at the moment.

“That’s my good girl. I’ll wake you in an hour. We’ll have a nice dinner and then we’ll have an early night, hmm? We’ll have a play and watch that scene in the Kennels and we’ll do our bedtime ritual, and you’ll sleep in Daddy’s bed, all snuggled up in Daddy’s arms. Sound good?”

It sounds like heaven, but a worry works against my slide into sleep.

“You’re not mad we didn’t finish the game?” I ask, curling on my side. The plug is a slightly uncomfortable weight in this position, but I’m too sleepy to do anything about it. As I ignore it, the discomfort fades.

“Not at all, little girl. The toys aren’t going anywhere. Plenty of time to play with them once you’re rested.”

I sneak a hand out of the covers and catch his. He curls his fingers around mine and holds my hand as I drift into sleep.

* * *

When I wake, my eyes are gritty and my mouth tastes like I’ve been chewing on a sock. A quick check of my phone shows I’ve only been asleep for forty minutes. Logan said I could sleep for an hour. After snagging a water bottle from my nightstand—did Logan leave it for me? I think he did, because I didn’t put it there, and that’s pumpkin-spice-level-masala chai—and chugging half of it, I pull up the covers to snuggle back to sleep. My eyes are just drifting closed when I hear Logan’s voice through the connecting door.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before,” he growls.

Who is he talking to? Is it the man who was nasty at dinner, Dan Reyes?

I sit up in bed, but I can’t hear any more.

I creep out of bed and over to the connecting door.

As I approach the door, his voice explodes through it.

“No! No! You do not get to do that! You do not get to play the victim. I read the fucking email. I know you