The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I bite my lips. I donβt know if I can explain. Lew demanded that I turn my income over to him as part of my submission, and I refused. It was one of many things we fought about, but it was one of the bigger issues. Even if Iβd wanted to give over that controlβwhich I didnβtβit was impossible at the time. My finances were still tangled with Ashβs. It actually took over a year of arguing and lawyers to separate things completely. Now, thereβs nothing holding me back, except fear. But Logan said heβd make it safe for me to be little all the time and I desperately want that.
βI wantβI mean, have you everβhave you had a slave before?β
βThat wasnβt what I asked you, little girl, but in answer to your question, no, I havenβt had a slave. Iβve had some very dependent submissives, though, including two who wanted to turn their finances over to me and one who actually did. Is that what youβre thinking?β
βIβd just like a weekly allowance,β I whisper against his knuckles.
βWould that help you feel little?β
I nod. βAnd Iβd have to ask Daddy for big purchases. Things I couldnβt buy just from saving up my allowance.β
Logan slides his hand around my cheek, fists both hands in my hair and draws me forward. While heβs kissing me, I try to look into his eyes, because I have a bad feeling that heβs kissing me to avoid eye-contact, and if I could see whatβs in his eyes, I wouldnβt like it.
βWhen we get back to New York, weβll talk more about this,β he says. He presses his forehead against mine as he speaks, and now all I can see is one big dark eye peering back at me and I still canβt read his expression. βWeβll take it in steps. Add me to your accounts first. Then weβll set up another account for your allowance and youβll have a card for that account only. Iβll keep the cards for your other accounts in my safe. Youβll always be able to go to your bank in case of emergency.β He lifts his head and kisses me on the forehead. βI know you want to be dependent on Daddy, and Iβll do everything I can to make you feel that way while making sure youβre not cut off from your own money if you need it.β
βThank you, Daddy. Ta so much. I know youβll keep me safe.β
He tucks my face into his neck and hugs me tightly. βThis is a huge thing for me, baby, both in terms of your trust and the responsibility youβre asking me to take on. I know you know that.β
βI do.β I rub my cheek against his jaw and the column of his neck, feeling his strength. βItβs a huge thing for me, too. Itβs whatβI couldnβtββ I take a deep breath, pulling his strength into me, and try again. βI havenβt been able to give up this much control before. But I want to with you. If you meant it about letting me be little all the time. Itβs important.β
βI did mean it. And if this is important to you, weβll make it work, sweetheart.β
I snuggle so deeply into him that I might never find my way out of his arms. βThank you.β
βOkay, now that weβve sorted whatβs really going on with you, do you still want sushi?β
I nod into his neck. βPlease, Daddy.β
βMmm.β He rubs his palm up and down my back, pressing me even deeper into his warmth and strength. βHave you made a reservation?β
βI did, but I told them I might have to cancel if it wasnβt okay with you.β
βGood girl. What time?β
βSeven. Is that enough time before our scene?β
βYes, thatβs fine.β He pulls back to check his wrist, sighs, and looks around until he sees the clock on the bedside table. βPlenty of time. Emmy, I need you to be honest with me about how your bodyβs feeling. You said youβd had too much sun. Iβd planned to flog you during the scene tonight. Are you too sunburned?β
βIβm okay,β I say truthfully. Itβs only my face and upper chest that have that tight, stingy feeling, and I put aloe on them as well as lotion. βIβm only a little burned here.β
I pat my cheek and collarbone with my fingertips and feel the lingering heat.
βOkay, Iβll keep the flogging to your back and be careful when Iβm handling your breasts.β
I wriggle as a different kind of heat flushes me. βTa, Daddy.β
Loganβs expression finally changes, from a blank-face that Iβm worried heβs using to cover his discomfort to pure Wolfy-Daddy. βLike that idea, do you, little girl?β
βLittle bit. Itty-bitty bit.β
βUh-huh. If I check your knickers, will I find them damp?β
He would if I was wearing any. βKinda.β
βYouβre not wearing any knickers, are you?β
I clap my hand over my mouth to smother the giggle that tickles up out of my chest.
βThatβs a no. You are such a mischief, little girl. Weβll deal with your lack of underwear in a minute. Going back to your body. Focus with me here, Emmy, how is your bottom? Are you too bruised anywhere for more impact?β
I wiggle on his hard thighs to test for sore spots. βNo, Daddy. I feel good.β
βInside? You wore Stanley for over three hours this morning and youβve had a lot of penetration. Is your sphincter sore? Your vagina?β
Another experimental wiggle. Other than a hungry ache in my pussyβwhich is perpetual when Iβm around Loganβnothingβs particularly sore. βAll good, Daddy.β
βShow me.β
I climb off his lap, bend over the foot of the bed, and lift my robe.
Logan puts his warm hand on the small of my back, pinning me to the bed. He kneels behind me and I feel his breath feather over my bared cheeks as he inspects me. Iβm glad I showered and gave everything down there a good scrub, but I still
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