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

bad thoughts after what I did to you in L.A., sweetie? You can tell me. Don’t be afraid. I won’t be angry.”

Surprisingly, I didn’t. I wanted him to stop, but nothing sent me into a tailspin. It didn’t even rouse the hateful internal monologue.

“No, Daddy. I think because I focused on you. I could see you were in pain and I just wanted to make you feel better. I didn’t get lost in my own head.”

He tips my head back to kiss me, deep and sweet, his tongue lapping the flavor of spicy beef into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, and looks into my eyes. “You are such a little love, Emmy.”

I swallow back the first words on my tongue. It’s too soon to say those words. “Ta, Daddy. You’re the best daddy in the world, even though you ask really hard questions sometimes.”

He grins. “Enough hard questions for tonight. The getting-to-know-you part of a new relationship can be painful, especially for someone as private as you are, but you’re doing really well. The trust you’re showing me, little girl, it blows me away. Enough for now, huh? Let’s go watch some scenes. We don’t want to miss our date with Julia and her Goddess in the Kennels, do we?”

“No, Daddy.”

As he helps me up and gathers my tote, it occurs to me there’s another demonstration I’ve agreed to go to, and I haven’t mentioned it to him yet. “Daddy, there is a class tomorrow I said I’d go to with Vashi.”

Logan starts chuckling. “Niall texted me about it while you were napping. Cocksucking Class, huh? Naughty baby.”

“He did?” I didn’t realize Logan was close enough to Vashi’s Dom to have traded phone numbers. I don’t have Vashi’s number, assuming she even has one. Some Masters don’t let their slaves have phones. That was one of the many points of contention between me and Lew: he didn’t want me to have one. “I mean, is it okay if I go?”

“More than okay. I can’t wait for you to demonstrate what you learn.”

That makes me giggle. “Master Niall said he was going to ask you to do a scene to demonstrate.”

“Yeah, he did, but I’d prefer a private demonstration first.” Logan steers me through the restaurant towards the stairs. “There are things I’m happy to do in public for the first time, like impact play with a toy we haven’t used before, but not new sexual things.”

I’m not sure I understand the difference. “Why, Daddy?”

“Mmm.” Logan rubs his hand in the small of my back as he thinks. “Maybe because I feel least in control when we’re having sex. When we’re in public, I need to be in control to ensure your safety. That’s my responsibility as your daddy and your Dom. It’s too easy to get lost in my own pleasure when we’re doing something sexual for the first time. I need some experience with it so I can stay in control.”

That makes sense. And makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that he’s both so affected by sex with me and so concerned for my safety.

* * *

Once we get back to our cabins, he does something that makes the warm-and-fuzzy feeling explode, filling up my insides. He sets my bag down on my bed, goes to my closet, and takes out my pink panda onesie.

“Be my panda baby tonight, Emmy.”

Omigod, I would love to be his panda baby. I can’t stop myself from jumping up and down in excitement. “Yes, please!”

He holds out the onesie, hooking his finger in the buttoned back flap. “Expect me to bend you over at some point tonight and make you suck your thumb while I fuck you through this naughty little flap.”

Melting. My brain is melting. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Your eyes are huge, baby doll. We good?”

“Yes, Daddy, so good.”

“That’s my girl.” He helps me out of my cover-up and bathing suit and into the onesie, dressing me like I can’t do anything for myself, stroking me all over while he eases the soft flannel up my legs and arms. The fabric brushes all over my nipples and thighs and butt as he dresses me, setting me on fire with soft little touches. My brain melts and my heart melts and my pussy melts and I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. I swear if he touched my clit right now, I’d come without pain or penetration or anything else.

“Daddy, please?”

“Needy, my baby?” he asks, turning me around and unbuttoning the onesie’s bottom flap. He slides his hand between my legs, slips two fingers into me. “You can’t have my cock until later, but you can have my fingers. Does this little girl get an orgasm when she was a naughty girl and came without permission while she was being paddled?”

I’m pretty sure I don’t. My eyes water because I need an orgasm so badly my legs are already shaking, and he’s not even moving his fingers in me yet. “No, Daddy?”

“Mmm, I’ll make you a deal, sweetheart. Give Daddy something you’ve never given anyone before. It can be anything you want, but it has to be something you’ve never given anyone else. Give that to me before bed and you can have an orgasm and Daddy will forgive you for your stealth orgasm because I know it took you by surprise and we haven’t done any orgasm training yet.”

“Deal, Daddy.” God, such a deal. I’d struggle with more impact today. I feel strung-out and somehow Logan intuits it. “What should it be?”

My mind’s blank. I’ll give him anything he wants, but I can’t come up with a single thing on my own. Why am I so stupid sometimes?

“Have a think while we’re watching the scenes and if you can’t think of anything before bed, Daddy will give you some suggestions.”

Relief soaks me. “Ta, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Bend over the bed. Show Daddy those sweet, pink