The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βWhat do you drink when thereβs more than water on offer?β
βTea.β She gives me a swift grin, reminding me of the tea we shared after our mutual masturbation at the expo. βCranberry juice. Milk.β
βIβm guessing not together,β I say and smile at her giggle. βNo soda?β
βCarbonation.β She shakes her head.
βMmm-hmm. Whatβs your favorite food?β
βThe thing thatβs hardest to get in upper New York state: authentic Mexican. And sushi. I adore sushi.β
βI like sushi, too,β I say, and feel a momentβs regret that weβre not going to my favorite sushi place, which is just a short walk from my club. But sushi isnβt to everyoneβs taste, so I didnβt book it and weβll never get in without a reservation on a Sunday night. Besides, eating at the clubβs Italian restaurant works around Rickβs intrusion into my night. Thereβll be other opportunities for sushi. βThereβs plenty of authentic Mexican where weβre going.β
She grins, showing even, pearly teeth. βI saw that on the itinerary you sent me. Cabo San Lucas, MazatlΓ‘n, Puerto Vallarta and Zihuantanejo. Wow.β
βWow?β
βWow. Iβve never been anywhere south of Oklahoma, but Iβve always wanted to go to Mexico.β She bites her lip and hides her grin in a sip of water.
βWhere have you travelled?β
βEurope.β She shrugs. βResearch. Iβve run out of new places to go in Scotland. I wrote a book set in Germany and another in Northern Italy, so a couple of trips to each. I stayed for a month in Greece and almost didnβt come home, it was so beautiful. And all over France, visiting my motherβs family.β
βNo trips west?β I ask. West is my preferred destination. Sun, sand and spanking.
βIβve been to the West Coast, but not as far south as L.A. I went to visit friends in San Francisco and Seattle.β
βFriends? Not Doms?β
She shakes her head and I watch the swing of her shining hair with fascination. Since I can now touch it whenever I want, I lace my fingers through it and enjoy the silky slide against my skin.
She looks up at me with a smile. βI never tried long-distance topping. All my Doms have been here in the city or in Syracuse.β
βYeah? How many have there been?β
She takes a sip of water. Stalling.
βThereβs no right or wrong answer, sweetheart,β I say, to reassure her.
βFive. Physical ones, you know, like you.β
βIncluding the one that didnβt have sex with you?β
She nods. βPlease donβt think badly of Matthew. Heβs a nice man.β
βNot so nice youβre still with him.β
She hangs her head. I catch one of the locks of hair that falls against her cheek between two fingers and give it a tug. βIβm not being critical, baby doll. I know submissionβs sexual for you, so you couldnβt have gotten everything you needed out of it.β
βNot everything I needed, no. But it was really good for me.β
βHow was it good for you?β
βIt got me out of myself, sir.β
βA distraction from bad thoughts?β
She nods without looking up at me. βI get too involved in my own head.β She waves her hand vaguely at the offending appendage. βWhat I do makes it worse. I can go for days without getting out of my pajamas or leaving the house. Being with Matthew made me realize how important human contact is for me.β
I twist a curl around my fingers and tickle her nose with the fluffy end. βIs that why you were advertizing for a new top?β
She gives me another little nod. βI was doing it again. Going days without seeing anyone. Itβs been four months since . . . well, since Iβve been with someone. I thought it was time.β
βHereβs to good timing.β I clink our glasses again.
βSir,β she says softly, looking up at me. βCan I ask . . . how long have you been split up from your sub? The lady who wrote the letter?β
βMiranda. I stopped topping her six months ago.β I take a long swallow of my drink, letting it burn down my throat and incinerate the lingering bitterness of her walking out on me. βJust so you know, weβre still in touch. I donβt cut people out of my life.β
βOh.β She sips her own drink and I give her a minute to consider. βIt hasnβt been that way for me,β she says. βWhen itβs ended, itβs really ended. Sometimes not very nicely. I donβt stay in touch.β
βNo permanent attachments,β I say, remembering her sign.
βNo.β
βHave you always been the one to break it off?β I ask.
βNo, sometimes itβs just ended. I stopped calling or he stopped calling. With one, we agreed we didnβt really have anything in common other than our kinks. And there was the guy who found someone else and showed up with her at the dungeon party I thought we were going to together.β
βThatβs very immature.β I tickle her chin with the captured curl until she smiles. βI like communication. Iβm very open with my bottoms and I expect openness in return.β
She nods. βNo lying.β
βNo lying, no secrets. If youβre not happy, say so. If Iβm not giving you what you need, tell me. Part of what I enjoy about topping is figuring out what really pushes my bottomβs buttons, but I donβt get it right every single time. If Iβm missing the mark, let me know.β
βNot so far.β She gives me a smile thatβs very different from the sweet little girl smiles sheβs been giving me. This is secret and sly and sexy.
It pulls an answering grin out of me. βI should probably tell you that I havenβt been a daddy before,β I admit. βItβs working for me so far, and I can see there are things about it that Iβll really get off on. I did some research last night, so I think I understand the basics.β I did a lot of research last night, when I should have been researching the cruise job. The more I read, the more things clicked together in my head. βBut if thereβs something Iβm not doing that you expect your daddy to do, let me
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