The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThatβs a man who just got his rocks off,β I observe.
βShould I put, Black returns, wet, no rocks?β
I pinch her bottom until she squeaks. βNo, you should not. Black returns alone, sweaty, flushed, thank you. What a little monkey you are.β
Emily giggles as she types. βSorry, Daddy.β
She really sounds it. I love the playfulness she brings to everything. So much more fun than working with Mir, or even my business partner, Manny. βLooks like Olsen knew her bottom. He definitely broke some rules while he was alone.β
βHe had sex with someone else?β she asks in a small voice, and I mentally kick myself. I donβt want Blackβs infidelity to trigger her.
βI donβt know if he had sex with someone else, sweetie,β I say, hoping to take the sting away. βHe could just have done a scene and gotten off.β
βBut that was still being unfaithful. To Chrisjean, if not his wife.β
I stroke my hand down over her hair. βYeah, it was. The guy lived a complicated double life.β
βDo lots of people you investigate?β
βSome,β I admit. βItβs hard to commit crimes without duplicity, and once you have one big secret, itβs not that much of a leap to have others.β
βIs that why following the rules and being honest are so important to you?β
The big eyes are out again. They should be weapons-classified; sheβs sure killing me with them. They make me want to wrap her in my arms and reassure her that no one is going to hurt, or even disappoint, my baby girl ever again. But the world doesnβt work that way, even if Iβm going to do my damnedest to shield her from the worldβs worst from now on. I settle for stroking her hair. βThatβs a big part of it.β
She turns in her chair and throws her arms around me. βIβm so sorry I started off things between us with the lie about my name when we met at the expo, Daddy. I was just really scared, but it wonβt happen again. I promise. Iβll be super brave. Wonder Woman brave, promise, and Iβll always be truthful with you.β
βThatβs my good girl.β I cuddle her close. βIβve forgiven you for that lie, Emmy. I understand why you did it, and while I donβt condone lying, I have forgiven you. And Iβm proud of you for being such a brave girl.β
βYou are?β
The big eyes hit me full force, over-bright with emotion. I thought sucking cock was Emilyβs super-power, but I was wrong. Her super-power is right there in those eyes. Those eyes that make me want to be her hero.
βYes, I am. Now stop distracting me while Iβm working, little girl.β I give her a smack on the hip that straightens her in her chair with a gasp and a giggle. βAnother half-an-hour and weβll take a break to pump some iron and climb some hills with Niall.β
βOkay, Daddy.β
Whether heβs tired out, or just takes the longest shower known to man, Black doesnβt emerge again while we watch. I turn the video off after twenty-five minutes to give us time to put the laptops in my safe and change before we head to the gym. Emily rises from her chair and stretches, extending her arms over her head.
βHad enough exciting detective work?β I ask her as I pack up the laptops.
She grins and shakes her head. βIβm not used to sitting for so long.β
βNo? Iβd have thought you did a lot of sitting while you write.β
βI used to. Then I got a standing desk and some dictation software. I move around a lot as I write now. Motion creates emotion.β
I peg that quote immediately. One of my subs had a Vin Diesel fixation and I think Iβve seen each of his movies at least a dozen times. βBoiler Room. Lotta bad words in that movie, little girl.β
She gulps. βBut I think it was still PG. Maybe PG-thirteen?β
βYou sure?β
βNo.β She bites her lip. βThere wasnβt, like, any gore or anything, but there were some sexytimes, but the sexytimes werenβt with Vin Diesel, so that doesnβt count, right? Sexytimes with Giovanni Ribisi should be, like, rated G for gross.β
Her logic makes me chuckle, and it looks like my former sub wasnβt the only one with a Vin Diesel crush. Maybe itβs a subbie thing?
βI think you might be busted again. When we get back from the gym, you can look it up, and if itβs rated R, thatβs another bare-bottomed spanking for you, wearing Stanley.β
Her lower lip trembles. βI thoughtβI thought we were having a day off?β
She must be really sore. βI did say that. Should I keep a tally of deferred spankings?β
βNo, Daddy. Please? Iβll be super-good.β
I flick her nose. βBaby, youβre already super-good. Workout clothes, chop-chop, and when youβve changed, bring me your shoes and Iβll tie them for you. Thatβs too big a job for a little girl with a sore bottom.β
Her grin is brighter than the morning sunshine. βYes, Daddy.β
I leave the door between our cabins open while we change so I can see and hear her. She moves around her room, hanging up the little dress she wore to brunch, pulling on her workout gear. Sheβs humming a song I donβt recognize, possibly because sheβs a little off-key, but she sounds happy.
When she returns, dark curls caught back in a bouncy ponytail, eyes bright, wearing an oversized black tee with an outline of Kylo Ren captioned, βDonβt be afraid, I feel it, too,β I ask her about the song.
βWhat were you humming?β
She bites her lip. βItβs Nickleback. βFigured You Out.β I know itβs a naughty song. Thatβs why I wasnβt singing the words out loud. But itβs my jam, Daddy. Please donβt say I canβt listen to it.β
I kiss her forehead. βThatβs a kinky song, isnβt it?β She nods, looking sweetly uncertain. She really doesnβt want me to ban Nickleback. βYeah, I like it, too. You can listen to naughty songs as long as you donβt repeat the bad words. And your shirt? Why
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