The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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When even sitting in the cool water canβt kill my stiffy any longer, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her sand-covered ass up the beach to our cabana. I draw the curtains, push her face-down across the loungers, and fuck her. I keep her wrists clasped in my hand at the small of her back. She muffles her moans in a towel. Stanley provides so much stimulation that she comes twice without me even touching her clit, bucking like a bronco. With her sweet pussy milking me, I slap my hand over my mouth to prevent my own roar of release from blowing down the cabana. After shuddering together through the blissful aftershocks, I collapse over her in a sweaty, sandy, happy heap.
βWorth the wait, little girl?β I ask when I have enough breath to speak.
βYes, Daddy.β A contented sigh. βI might ask for this as a reward every time, although I really, really liked the good-girl spanking, too.β
I chuckle and run my fingers through her tangled hair, down her damp back, tugging on the fabric of her bathing-suit top, which sheβs modestly left on. βIβll keep that in mind. Good-girl spankings should be followed by a plugged, prone bone.β
That gets me a giggle. βAnd lots of crazy orgasms just from penetration. Ta, Daddy.β
βYouβre welcome, beanie.β She asked permission for her orgasms and thanked me after the first one, so I donβt hold the delay against her. I can tell sheβs trying hard to be perfect today. Maybe a little too hard. βEmmy, I want you to enjoy yourself today. This is your holiday. Is it more relaxing for you to be my little girl while weβre sightseeing, or would you like to just be my girlfriend for the rest of the day?β
She scoots over, careful not to fall off the edge of the recliner, and tucks her hand under her cheek while she looks up at me. βThatβs a hard question, Daddy.β
βIs it?β
Iβd have thought being my girlfriend for the day would be a no-brainer.
βYou said youβd make it safe for me to be little all the time. I want to be. Itβs not relaxing . . . no, thatβs not right. Itβs not mentally relaxing because I have to remember your rules, but itβs emotionally relaxing. Does that make any sense?β
βIt does.β Something clicks in my head. Being little isnβt age play for Emily. Itβs the lowering of emotional shields she put up as a teen. Being little is freedom. Even if she has to stay within my boundaries, that freedom is a holiday for her. An escape and release from the pressures of daily life. βAs long as you feel safe and comfortable, Iβm good with that. I just donβt want to stress you.β
She places her palm against my throat, feeling my pulse and the vibration of my words. Such a sweet gesture of connection and comfort.
βWhat stresses you, Daddy?β
βNot being in control. Not being able to help when thereβs a problem. The Mets winning the World Series.β
She giggles. βWhen we get back, can we go to a game? Iβve never been.β
βYouβve never been to a baseball game? Now thatβs a major crime. Iβd be happy to pop your baseball cherry.β
Another giggle and a big grin. She stretches like a kitten and curls on her side. βAnd my bottom cherry?β
βIs that what youβre lying there thinking about, looking all innocent?β
She nods. βThereβs a huge, sandy boulder in my butt, Daddy. Even bigger than the ones on the beach. Kind of hard to think about anything else.β
βA huge, sandy boulder, huh?β I chuckle, patting her bottom. βThat must be uncomfortable. Letβs take Stanley out. Youβve worn him plenty for today.β
She rearranges herself on the recliner, ass in the air, knees to her chest, cheek on the cushion, without me giving her a word of direction. I pull a glove, baggie, and baby wipes from my beach bag, remove and bag the plug, and wipe her up. Her sphincterβs rose-red; I bet sheβs ready for a rest. I rub and pat her ass cheek once Iβm done so she knows she can relax.
βHow long do you think itβll be now, Daddy?β
βHmm?β I ask as I tuck the used wipes and glove into the baggie, seal it up and toss it in my beach bag.
βUntil you can, um, you know?β
I give her cheeky ass a smack. She rolls onto her side, grinning.
βStanley is Morrisβs big brother, right? Well, Stanley has a big brother, too. Maybe a week wearing Stanleyβs big brother before youβll be ready for Daddyβs cock.β I rub her hip. βThereβs no rush, sweetie. Are you nervous about it?β
She wriggles as she considers my question. Not much nervousness there. βI was. Really, really nervous. I havenβt made it a hard limit because I know Doms expect it, but Iβve never let it happen, either. Iβve used my safe word or negotiated for other stuff. Iβd have tried not to safe word with you, unless it hurt more than I could stand, but doing it the way you have, itβs made it something weβre working towards together. Youβve made it feel safe, Daddy. And exciting and sexy.β
Gradual change. Thatβs always the key with Emily.
βI want it to be exciting and sexy, sweetie. You might still be a little nervous or scared the first few times, but that adds to the excitement, doesnβt it? And you know I wonβt harm you like your ex did.β
She nods. βHave you ever harmed any of your subbies?β
Stroking her damp curls back from her face, I consider. βIβve hurt my bottoms a great deal. Iβve been with some serious masochists and weβve done heavy play like branding and piercing. Iβve been careful not to burn into muscle or pierce a nerve, so I donβt think Iβve ever harmed one of my bottoms, but Iβve certainly pushed
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