The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThatβs my good girl,β I praise her as I work my hands down her neck, and over her shoulders, circling with my palms, swirling with my fingertips. Iβm not exerting any pressure, just giving her the comfort of touch from her Dom while I enjoy the satin of her skin. βIβm going to ask you some questions and weβre going to talk about what happened in the bathroom.β Her shoulders stiffen. βBut not yet. First, I want us to communicate. Weβre going to start by telling each other two things. One thing that weβre happy about or looking forward to and one thing thatβs worrying us. Can you think of those two things?β
βYes, Daddy,β she says without opening her eyes.
I gauge the pitch of her voice, aware that Knee Time could send her into littlespace. That might be useful another time, but for now, I want to keep her βthinking big.β From the low timber of her voice, sheβs still in adult headspace.
βWould you like me to start, sweet girl?β
βYes, please.β
Iβve thought about this all through dinner, while I was telling Emily stories designed to make her laugh and keep her mind off this afternoon. I want to share something important enough to set the tone for deep communication, but not so heavy that Emily fears Knee Time going forward. I thought hard about whether I wanted to share a worry first but decided that it would be better to set a positive tone.
βThe good thing is how much Iβm looking forward to you meeting my sister and her kids. I emailed Lizbeth while you were napping and asked her to bring the girls up to visit the week after we get back. Theyβre crazy for dinosaurs and I thought we could all go to the Natural History Museum together. Have you been to the Museum?β
She looks up at me, that deep well of feeling opening in her eyes. βYou did that while I was napping? Even after what happened?β
I stroke her hair until she puts her head back down on my thigh. βNothing that happened today changed the way I feel about you, Emmy. It didnβt change me wanting you to meet my family. It didnβt change me wanting you to move in for the summer. Iβm concerned about what happened, and we are going to talk about it. But it hasnβt changed how I feel.β
She softens further, pressing against my leg and giving a little sniffle. βTa very much, Daddy.β
βNow the thing Iβm worried about. Itβs the Yankees. Sometimes after a big season like they had last year, they fall apart.β
Emily giggles. βArenβt they like the richest team in the world?β
βThatβs the Dallas Cowboys, but I appreciate you taking my concerns seriously.β I flick the tip of her ear so she giggles again. βYour turn, sweetie.β
She rubs her cheek against my thigh. βMy good thing is you ordering for me. I havenβt done that before with my Doms and some of them have, um, been critical of how I eat.β She pauses and tightens her arms around my waist. I keep stroking her, silently reassuring her while giving her space to continue. It takes her a minute to realize Iβm not going to interrupt her while sheβs sharing. βWhen you ordered for me tonight, I didnβt have to worry about how many calories it was or whether it was a healthy and balanced meal because I knew you were taking care of it for me. It made me feelββ Her breath hitches and I can feel wetness through my pajama pants. These tears are either happy or cathartic, so I let her cry without doing any more than stroking her. βFree, Daddy. I felt so free. Like I did beforeβyou gave that to me.β
When her tears slow and sheβs breathing easily again, I prompt, βAnd the thing thatβs worrying you?β
βThis!β She buries her face in my thigh, which makes my dick come to full attention. I grit my teeth against the pressure and continue gentling her. βIβm so emotional with you. Youβre going to think Iβm a basket case and Iβm not. Iβm not weepy. I donβt have meltdowns. Ash used to call me the Vault because he said I kept my feelings locked up. I donβtββ She waves her hands like sheβs flicking water off them before she wraps her arms around my waist again. βEmote all over everyone all the time like I do with you.β
I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. My adorable little girl, worried about revealing the emotions Iβd be using every weapon in my arsenal to wrench out of her if she hadnβt made a gift of them.
βThank you for sharing. Here, baby.β I lift her head so I can brush the tears off her cheeks before licking them off my fingertips. βI love your tears. Tears mean Iβve moved you. Iβve broken into βthe Vaultβ and touched you at a level that you hide from everyone else. These are Daddyβs tears. I want each and every one of them. If youβre crying, no matter where you are or what youβre doing, you come to me. Your tears belong to me. Are we clear?β
She nods against my thigh, sniffing. βYes, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Your emotions donβt scare me, sweetie. And Iβm not a baby Dom to be put off by tears. Letβs put that worry to rest. No hiding what youβre feeling. I want those beautiful smiles and I want those beautiful tears.β
That gets me a smile, her cheek rounding against my thigh. I curl over her, tucking her tightly against me and cuddling her. βI know being vulnerable is scary, Emmy. Youβre being a very brave girl and Daddyβs proud of you.β
She reaches up, clasping her arms around my ribs, and hugs me. βIβm trying to be Wonder Woman brave for you.β
βYou
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