The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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She shivers all over, her little toes curling. βWill you push me like that?β
βYes, when I think weβve established enough trust.β
The big eyes come out like heavy artillery. βI trust you, Daddy.β
βI know you do, angel baby. And I trust you. But weβll trust each other more in a month. Trust is funny like that. Each experience we have together builds another layer. Iβm not saying thereβs a magic moment where weβll have enough trust to do edge-play, but Iβll keep evaluating it.β I tip her face up so I can give her a kiss. βYour trust is very precious to me. Iβm not going to damage it by pushing too fast.β A beeping from my bag interrupts me. The alarm on my phone. Time to get back to work. βLetβs get you dressed. The bus will be coming back in fifteen minutes.β
Weβre dressed and Iβve got Emily in my lap, brushing out her hair, when the excursion leader stops outside our cabana and shouts, βKnock, knock! Ten minutes until the bus leaves!β
I slide Emily off my lap, fold back the canvas, and nod at the woman. βThanks. Weβll be ready.β
She checks her clipboard. βMr. Logan, right? Youβre not joining us at The Sleepless Lobster?β
βWe already have lunch plans.β Which is a shame because if the food is as good as the name, weβre missing out. But the opportunity to catch up with the Pink Pearl people in the privacy of their Cabo HQ is too good to pass up.
βAbsolutely no problem. For those doing their own thing for lunch, weβre meeting back up for sight-seeing at two thirty outside the restaurant. Can I arrange a taxi for you?β
I give her a smile. Itβs such a pleasure dealing with submissives, with their genuine desire to please. It makes me think of Blunts. Instead of the wistful sadness Iβve felt the last few months about my club, I feel a warm glow. βWeβre already sorted, but thank you. Mikaela, is it?β I check the name stitched in pink on the breast of her pearly bikini top.
She gives me a genuinely warm smile. βYes, sir, and if thereβs anything I can do to help you enjoy your day in Cabo, just let me know. See you on the bus in ten!β
She plows off through the soft sand to the next cabana. Most of the pink cabanas have their curtains drawn.
With her sunhat in place, carrying our beach bags, Emily joins me. She giggles as she follows my eyes down the row of cabanas.
I take the bags off her, loop my arm across her shoulders, and whisper in her ear, βI donβt think we were alone in indulging in a little pre-lunch nookie.β
She grins up at me. βSea air, Daddy. Itβs an aphrodisiac.β
βIs it, now?β
She nods solemnly, but her eyes dance with glee. βWell documented.β
βHmm. Guess you better make the most of the cruise, then. Not much sea air back at my place. Might be the end of your six-orgasm days.β
She blinks the big eyes. βItβs okay if Wolfy-Daddy only gives me five a day at home, because Wolfy-Daddy orgasms are really intense.β
I canβt hold in a laugh. βThey are, huh? You give Wolfy-Daddy some pretty amazing orgasms, too, little girl. And Captain Daddy. I was surprised to find I still had balls this morning. I was pretty sure theyβd turned inside out. And exploded.β
βGalaxy Quest,β she says, giggling.
Of course, she recognizes the reference, and I put it on my list of movies to watch with her, since I can already guess itβs a favorite. βCβmon, beach beanie, letβs be the first to the bus and get the best seats.β
βOkay, Daddy.β
She takes my hand and skips beside me through the sand, swinging her sandals, humming something that sounds suspiciously like the original Star Trek theme song.
* * *
Pink Pearlβs offices are only five blocks from the restaurant where the bus drops us, but both Emily and I are sweating by the time we reach the air-conditioned atrium. Despite the pervasive pink on the ship, the cruise lineβs HQ is decorated in shades of pearl, so I donβt feel like weβve fallen into a bottle of Pepto Bismol.
βIβll never again complain about how cold your cabin is,β Emily murmurs while we wait for the receptionist to announce us.
βI hear you. Even August in the City isnβt this hot.β
βBut itβs a dry heat,β Emily sniggers.
Busted. βPretty sure Aliens is rated R, little girl.β
She shifts from foot to foot. βI think I heard that somewhere else.β
βI might believe that if you hadnβt been mimicking Hudson. Thatβs five for watching movies you shouldnβt be watching and another five for trying to bullshit Daddy. From Belphegor, who is still sore about his name.β
She giggles, evidently no longer frightened by my whippy paddle. βIf I give Belphegor a better name, do I get fewer swats?β
βNot a chance. Wolfy-Daddy doesnβt negotiate.β
More giggles, which she tries unsuccessfully to muffle with her hands.
Iβm about to hug her, no matter how unprofessional it might be, when the door beside the receptionistβs window opens and Michael beckons us through. He leads us to a conference room where Teresa waits to great us with cheek kisses.
Michael shakes my hand, gives Emily a hug, and holds her at armβs length. βYouβre looking much better. How are you feeling?β
βGood, sir. Thank you for asking.β
Since weβre among friends, I stop checking my impulses, draw Emily to my side, and nuzzle her temple. βNice manners, little girl.β
She smiles up at me and slides her arm around my waist.
βWeβve ordered lunch in,β Teresa says, gesturing to a big, oval table in the center of the conference room. Itβs piled with plates and silverware, but no food yet. βAfter lunch, I thought Iβd take Emily for an hourβs shopping. Thereβs a wonderful arts and crafts boutique by the marina. Itβs only a short walk.β
βMay I go?β Emily asks.
I kiss her forehead and whisper to her, βWill you be all right?β
She nods.
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