The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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She blinks up at me sleepily. βDaddy, is it time to get up?β
βNo, sweetheart. Weβre changing the locks,β I tell her. βItβll only take a minute, then you can go back to sleep.β
She yawns. βOkay.β I see her register Niall standing in the doorway. She waves at him. βHi, Master Niall.β
βCaileag, did yeh have a big sleep?β
She nods and snuggles back down in the pillows.
Earl has the lock off Emilyβs door even faster than mine, if thatβs possible. I wince as the lock halves fall to the floor. He fits the new lock and hands me the key. βThere you go, all fixed.β
βThanks, Earl.β
He scratches his graying hair. βNeed anything else, you just come down and find Earl. You donβt have to bother the captain, eh?β
βOkay, thanks for that.β I shake his grimy hand and watch as he packs up his bag.
Niall pats me on the shoulder. βNeed meh anymore?β
βNo, thanks for everything.β
βSee yeh at eleven.β
βSee you then. Cheers, mate.β
I close the door behind him and throw the safety latch, which is separately bolted to the doorframe and looks pretty solid. I still might try to get portable latches shipped to one of the ports of call. I know from bodyguarding that you can only make a room so secure. The more important thing is to keep the body youβre guarding from harm. From now on, Iβm treating Emily like Iβm her body man.
I lock up my room and the connecting door before I return to Emilyβs bed. She smiles up at me. βHi, Daddy.β
I kiss her forehead. βHi, baby doll. Howβre you doing?β
βGood. Is it all taken care of now?β
βYeah, nothing to worry about. You can go back to sleep.β
βKinda not tired.β
I lean down so I can rub noses with her. βKinda not, huh?β
βCan I get up and be with you?β
She gives me the big eyes, but she doesnβt need to break out those guns; Iβve already given up the idea of going on a run. Itβs Sunday, after all. Iβm due a lie-in.
βHow about I come back to bed with you?β
A huge grin blooms on her face. βThatβs a better idea.β
βUh-huh, Daddy gets them from time to time.β I shuck off my sweats and pull back the covers. βScoot back, little girl.β
She flops onto her back and spreads out her arms and legs. βCanβt. Iβm a mattress.β
Fuck, sheβs cute, and so sweetly playful, even after a scare like she had this morning.
βAre you?β I cup her soft breast through her onesie. Tease her nipple to a peak between my thumb and forefinger. βYouβre a lumpy little mattress.β
βNo, Iβm super comfy to lie on.β
βSuper comfy? Well, letβs put this to the test.β I roll on top of her and grin at her squeak. βPretty comfy, Iβll admit.β I stretch and settle, so sheβs bearing my full weight. She pants as she tries to breathe. βHowβs that for you, little mattress? You comfy?β
βNot so much, Daddy,β she huffs. βYouβre heavier than an ephalump.β
I chuckle and slide up onto my forearms so sheβs not taking my whole weight, then balance on one arm while I reach down between us. I open her onesie and arrange it until I can slide the tip of my cock up between her legs. I hum with pleasure as my crown rubs across her pussy lips. Sheβs not wet yet, but Iβm pretty sure I can change that.
βI think you need to be tired out, little girl, and then youβll be able to get back to sleep.β
She winds her arms around my neck and looks up at me with such eagerness it would shoot my cock hard as a rock, if it wasnβt already. βWill you help tire me out, Daddy?β
βYes, my eager little beanie, I sure will.β
Iβm gentle with her cunt, but brutal with her ass when we wake again, and I give her the promised ten with Belphegor. She whimpers and whines through the paddling, but wears the biggest, most beatific smile Iβve ever seen on a subβs face while we shower, rub T-Relief into her many bruises and Vitamin E into her very red labia, dress, and head to brunch.
* * *
She doesnβt join me in Eggs Benedict, but I donβt have to talk her out of dry toast and grapefruit. She hovers at the waffle station while weβre walking through the buffet line. When I touch her cheek and nod my approval, she bites her lip and asks, βJust for a treat? Because itβs Sunday and this is breakfast and lunch together?β
βAbsolutely, baby doll.β
She picks whole-wheat waffles, so theyβre still healthier than I could stomach. She refuses butter or whipped cream but gets blueberries from the fruit bar and tops the waffles with them. Feels like Christmas.
While we eat, I tell her about the work Iβd like her help with today. She listens and when Iβm finished explaining, nods eagerly. βI can do that, Daddy.β
βGood girl. I thought you could.β I donβt know anything about writing novels, but Iβm guessing sheβll need to make timelines for her books and thatβs what I want to do: create a timeline of Bill Blackβs comings and goings during the last three days of the cruise. And of anyone who came and went from his cabin. βWeβll take a couple of breaks from the exciting work of reviewing CCTV footage,β I say, to her grin. βWeβll have a little workout with Niall, then your class at four, and weβll go watch this Sunday Showcase that Michael mentioned. No scenes for us today, but if you want to watch some, just tell me.β
Her grin softens to something shy and she shifts on her seat. βI wouldnβt mind having a day off.β
βI know you must be sore, sweetheart.β She gives me a small nod. βDay off it is. Since you gave me a great foot-rub yesterday, Iβll return the favor today with a massage. We could have a Jacuzzi
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