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

locked around his cock. Over his shoulder, I get glimpses of the spotty-eared puppy being disciplined and eventually fucked to his howling satisfaction. Watching that show lifts me higher, makes me hotter, as do the sounds saturating the air: whimpers of pain, the crack of crops and whips, panting, grunts of pleasure. It’s a chorus that tightens me around the unforgiving length of steel that Logan keeps buried deep inside me.

He holds me across his lap for what feels like hours, until my thighs burn and my clit is so sensitive from rubbing against his trimmed, scratchy bush that I come there, too, without either of us ever having touched it. Through it all, Logan’s a hot, unrelenting machine in my arms. His hands are manacles wrapped around my ass. His cock slams in and out of me like a piston. He growls filthy, lovely words in my ear. I lose track of how many times I come and only jolt awake from a drifting, euphoric doze when Logan grips my ass, bounces me several times on his flexing cock, and roars his release in my ear.

An older woman’s cool voice cuts across Logan’s pleasure. “Julia, fetch Master Logan a wipe. With your mouth, little bitch.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

I feel the cool wipe lave between my thighs, but Logan doesn’t withdraw from me. He remains a solid presence wedged inside me. More than ever, I feel his mastery, his ownership.

“Daddy?” I whisper, my voice sounding strange and stretched in my own ears.

“Are you hurting, baby? You’ve taken me for a long time.”

Does anything hurt? No, I can’t feel a thing, just soft pulses of pleasure running from my scalp to my toes, flexing inside the fuzzy feet of my onesie. “No, Daddy.”

“Good, then I’ll just stay right here. My cock’s very happy right where it is.”

I nuzzle him and kiss the spot under his jaw. The chlorine scent has worn off and he smells like my daddy again. I whisper things to him, a dozen things I’ve never told anyone before, interspersed with how he’s the best daddy in the world, the daddy I’ve dreamed and fantasized about since I discovered the entrancing world of being little. While I murmur, he rubs my ass and back and rolls his hips under me until I come again, shuddering and shaking, while he growls sweet words in my ear.

I barely know my own name, much less where I am and what I’m doing, by the time Logan carries me back upstairs. He lays me down on my bed, turns me over so I’m face-down in the pillows, and shoves into me again, ignoring my whimper of protest because I’m so sore his cock feels like a diamond-tipped jackhammer inside me. He rides me, pounding me into the mattress. I come or maybe I never stopped. This time I’m vaguely aware of his fingers strumming my clit, his other hand around my throat, never cutting off my air, just making my head spin, heightening the sense of his mastery over me.

When he comes, it’s not with a roar, but the softest whisper in my ear. “Thank you for being my little girl, Emily.”

Before I pass out, he gives me his thumb to suck.

Chapter Seven Logan

I sleep inside Emily, my body spooned tightly around her. I used a cock ring while we were in the Kennels to stay hard. By the time she falls asleep, I don’t need it. My cock’s found its perfect sheath and it’s staying there for as long as possible, even as raw as I am after fucking her for three hours.

My dreams are full of fragments from our fucking. Her sweet face framed by the pink panda hood of her onesie. Her cheeks flushed red and eyes rolled to white with pleasure. The wet clutch of her cunt along my shaft. Her warm whisper in my ear, calling me Daddy. I wake in the darkness, hard and throbbing. She doesn’t come fully awake as I pinch her clit and fill her again; she slips easily back down into deep sleep as soon as I finish. Even her little snores sound sated and happy.

I lie awake for a few minutes afterward, thinking about the things she told me tonight. I’m not sure how aware she was of what she was saying, fogged by an intense evening of little time and a hella lotta orgasms. I don’t know what she’ll remember in the morning. I’ll remember, but I’ll keep her confessions to myself for a while. Some of them were painful.

Maman’s mind is gone, but the voice of my dark thoughts is her voice.

Some were just very personal.

When you show off my red bottom, I want to curl up and die but it makes me so horny, Daddy.

I need to show her I’m worthy of being her secret keeper. I want her to know she can tell me anything. That kind of trust takes more than a week to build, but we’re off to a good start.

Part of me realizes I’m focusing on Emily to avoid thinking about Miranda. Just that tangential thought tightens my whole body with rage.

The soft press of Emily’s body against mine calms me eventually and I push all thoughts of Miranda away. I’ll think about her when I have some distance and can make decisions. Until then, I have Emily. Not to distract me, but to fulfill me.

When I wake again, golden, Mexican light pours through the big glass doors leading out to her cabin’s balcony. Caught up in our fuck-frenzy last night, neither of us thought to close the curtains. I lift my arm from around Emily’s waist to check my watch but my wrist is bare. Fuck. I turn my head until I can see the clock built into the nightstand. Oh six fifty. It’s Sunday morning. I could have a lie-in. I’d planned for today to be a down-day anyway. But there’s a twinge behind my eyes that tells me I need water.