The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I huggle into him until I feel him relax. I nuzzle into his neck, which smells like chlorine, rather than his usual spice and musk.
βDinner now?β I ask. βIβm ready to eat all the things.β
And I am. My stomachβs growling, and I could eat a hundred peanut-butter-and-marshmallow-fluff sandwiches. My secret little food. I canβt have them on the cruise, but when we get back to New York, Iβll mention them to Logan and maybe heβll let me have them as a special treat when Iβm a super-good girl, the way Lew did.
βYou are, huh? All the things. Weβll see about that. Whereβs your cover-up?β
I fish it out of my bag and hand it to him. He drops it over my head and helps me find the armholes. I wiggle in it, feeling snuggly and happy and very little. Logan tickles my ribs, grinning. I bat at his hands. βSir!β
βDaddy,β he corrects me.
βReally?β
I would love to call him Daddy all the time, but I donβt want to embarrass him in public.
He nods. βOn the boat and in my club, yes. Other places, weβll play it by ear.β
I give him a big hug. βTa, Daddy.β
βIβve had a great time playing with you today, Emmy. I love seeing you let your little out. I want you to do it as much as possible. I just have to make sure itβs safe for you.β
Being with him makes me feel safe. βTa, Daddy. Ta so very much.β
He gives me another kiss before taking my hand and leading me into the buffet. He carries my tray as we move through the serving lines, approving my choice of pan-seared grouper with mango salsa and grilled veggies with a nod and a smile. At his direction, I pick up two bowls of white Gazpacho and put them on the trays. I see Logan check the board next to the fish station. What heβs looking at becomes clear when he goes to the dessert station after getting himself Mongolian barbecue. βCrΓ¨me brΓ»lΓ©e or tropical fruit tart?β he asks me.
Either will take me over my fifteen hundred for the day, and he must know that. βCrΓ¨me brΓ»lΓ©e,β I say finally, twisting my hands together and wishing beyond anything he wasnβt asking me to make this choice.
He nods at two plates and I put them on the trays. I trail after him as he heads towards a window booth, feeling my heart sink. He nods me into the booth before sliding in beside me.
βDaddy,β I begin, my voice small. I donβt want to start a fight when heβs already had such a terrible, very bad day, but I donβt want to overeat, either.
βI did some research while you were napping,β he says, as he opens my napkin and places it across my lap. βBetween the treadmill and the scenes and the sex, youβve burned at least an additional hundred and fifty calories today. Probably more. I think thatβs why you crashed this afternoon, sweetie. I want you to make up those calories.β
Heβs not arguing with me about calorie-counting? Heβs just asking me to make up the extra Iβve burned? It has been a big day. Relief rushes through me and my stomach growls at the thought of the creamy-crunchy crΓ¨me brΓ»lΓ©e.
βOkay, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me. Ta very much.β
He takes my hand and bows his head. Once heβs said grace, I ask for permission to eat.
He kisses my temple. βYou may, good girl.β
I pick up my spoon and start on the soup, which tastes all the better in the warm glow of his care and praise.
βHas anyone tried to take advantage of your little?β he asks while weβre eating.
βTaken advantage how?β
βAsking you to do things that you wouldnβt have done if youβd been thinking big?β
I consider his question. βKind of. Someone tried to renegotiate blood play in the middle of a scene once.β
That was Gavin, DFive, who had a fixation with what he called my v-card. He wanted blood to simulate deflowering me. I wouldnβt have minded role-playing the loss of my virginity. Since the actual event was wholly unmemorable, it would have been nice to have a good scene to remember instead. But smearing blood all over my labia and thighs while we were having sex? Like I donβt see enough of that during a certain time of the month? Hard no.
βWhatβd you say?β
βGross. Blood is icky, whether Iβm little or big.β
Logan chuckles. βGood girl. I wouldnβt ever leave you alone while you were in littlespace, but I like knowing that you can set limits when youβre little.β
βI can set limits, butββ I swing my feet under the booth while I consider how to explain. Negotiating when Iβm little is really hard. βIβm better at setting limits when Iβm thinking big and then following them when Iβm little.β
βYour little likes having rules to follow,β Logan says, an observation rather than a question.
βBoundaries make me feel safe. Itβs a big, scary world, Daddy.β
βYes, it is. Thatβs why I asked if anyone had tried to take advantage of you. I donβt like thinking of you out there being little in the big, scary world.β
βI canβt be. Too dangerous. Thatβs why Iβve always limited it to scenes.β
βWould you like to try to take it beyond scenes? If I can make it safe for you?β
At my enthusiastic nod, he smiles and asks, βWhen you think about taking it beyond scenes, what do you imagine?β
βI think about Daddy taking me to the park, holding my hand as we cross the street, and pushing me on the swings.β
Logan grins. βWe can definitely do that.β
βWhat do you like to do with your subs outside of scenes?β I ask, still nervous about all the one-way traffic in our conversations.
βThe
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