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

took me by surprise; where was that on all those Daddy-Dom websites? “She thought I was angry with her for talking during class.”

“Cocksucking Class?” Niall snorts. “Why’d yeh care?”

“Exactly. Between that and breaking my rule about swearing, she went into a bad place and the corner time just made it worse.”

“What fecking corner time? She weren’t there for more than two minutes together without yeh touchin’ her.”

I shrug. “I’m still figuring out what works for Emily and me. Corner time definitely doesn’t work for us.”

“Time-outs doan work for Shaan an’ me, neither. He gave me the cold shoulder for three days once after a time-out. Feared I’d lost him.” Niall takes a long drink from his bottle. “I’ve had to get creative with his punishments.”

That’s why I broached the idea of being caged with Emily. I’m going to have to come up with alternative punishments for her. Corner-time is a no-no; humiliation is right out, particularly now that I know it was part of her bullying. I want to save sex and impact for scenes. I can take away privileges like hot water, but the visual of Emily caged, naked, and plugged, does more for me.

“Keeps things interesting,” I say.

“Aye.” Niall flashes me his huge grin. “Yeh still gonna scene tonight?”

“Uh-huh. Emily and I are in a good place now. I’d have liked a test run.” I grin at the memory of last night. “Other things were more important. She’s great in role-play; she’ll do fine.”

“I’ve signed up with Shaan. I’m gonna dress him as a serving wench. The humiliation’ll drive him mental. The scene itself’d be too much for Vashi, but I’ll restrain her where she can watch unless yeh object.”

“Fine by me. I didn’t see that you’ve posted any scenes.”

Of course, I haven’t checked the scene board since just after lunch yesterday. I don’t even know how many knights and wenches have signed up for tonight. It doesn’t matter. Even if it’s just the five of us, it’ll be a blast.

“Nae, not yet. Yesterday unsettled Vashi. She was worried about yer gurl all night. Took me and Shaan a while to get her out of her head. She’ll settle in another day or two and then I’ll put up some scenes.”

I grunt, unhappy to hear that there’s been a ripple effect from yesterday.

“Doan fret about Vashi. She’s sensitive, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.”

“Fair enough.” Emily’s pretty sensitive, too, and I certainly wouldn’t want her any other way. I knock his water bottle with mine. “To sensitive subs.”

“Sensitive subs.” He lifts his bottle and drinks. “Yeh were sayin’ the daddy thing’s new. Got anyone whose ear yeh can bend?”

“Not really. I’ll try to find some other Daddy-Doms when I get back to New York.”

“Anything on board? Fecking boat has everything.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I noticed. I haven’t seen anything for age-players, though. Maybe it’s not a West Coast thing?”

“Sure, it is. Post somethin’ on that Meet-up Board. Someone’ll answer.”

That’s a good suggestion, actually. I’ve been a Dom for a long time and I trust my instincts, but Emily going into non-verbal headspace came as a hell of a surprise yesterday. I could use some tips about topping a little so other quirks like that don’t bite me in the ass. “I will. Thanks.”

Niall tips his chin. “Number of times I’ve asked fer help figurin’ out how to manage a fecking trio? I can’t count that high.”

“More fingers and toes than you’ve got?”

“Wanker.”

* * *

Back in my cabin, I thank Shaan and shake his hand again before checking on my little girl.

She bounces up from her desk when I open the connecting door. Bright-eyed, wrapped in one of the ship’s white bathrobes. “Morning, Daddy!”

“Morning, little girl. I didn’t expect to find you up.”

She tucks her hands behind her back and wriggles. “I heard you leave, so I thought I’d catch up on my blog tour and write for a bit. I’m already cleaned up if you wanted to go straight to breakfast, but I didn’t do the lotion ritual in case you wanted to paddle me first.”

“You didn’t?” Color me impressed.

“No, Daddy.” She gives me a Cheshire cat grin. “Did I do good?”

I draw her into my arms, even though I’m sweaty. “Excellent.” She didn’t use lotion so the silicon paddle could grip her skin? What a doll. And she’s bubbly and bright this morning. No sulking. Just like L.A., she doesn’t hold a grudge. What a sweet girl. “Think of a reward while I take a shower.”

“Can my reward be washing Daddy?”

Those eyes. I swear, they could swallow the world.

“You can wash Daddy but that’s not your reward. Think of a reward just for you. Whatever would make you happy this morning.”

“A good girl spanking?” she asks hopefully.

“A good girl spanking it is.”

A good girl spanking, wearing Stanley to wake up all those nerves in her sweet ass; five with Belphegor to reward her for her thoughtfulness during her morning ablutions; two orgasms from my fingers while she’s still quivering, pink-cheeked, over my lap. And a spine-melting demonstration of her deep-throating skills in the shower. They add up to a little girl who’s so happy she bounces on her toes and wiggles her adorable, plugged, little ass all while I dress her. And a daddy who doesn’t have a care in the fucking world, despite everything that should be weighing on him.

I leave Stanley in her ass with the promise that I’ll take the plug out after a pre-lunch fucking. Her grin gets wider. I dress her in a blue and white, sailor dress over a two-piece bathing suit. She looks so cute I nearly toss her over the arm of the couch before I get my dick under control.

“Bum okay, sweetie?” I give the soft globe a rub and a pat.

She quivers.

“Emmy?”

“I’m good, Daddy, it feels fine. I’m just really excited.”

So responsive. “Are you still turned on, naughty baby?”

She trembles and I fold her against my chest.

“Tell me what’s exciting. Daddy wants to know.”

“You