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

the soft bedcover. “It’s a thing. In fact, they should really have a salt pool on the ship so subbies can soak their bottoms. I think I’ll put that on the suggestions card at the end.”

Logan laughs. “What are you on about, little girl?”

I’m babbling. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m just excited.”

“Why are you excited?”

“Because I think I might have a reward paddling coming.”

“Think so, huh?”

I certainly hope so. And I think it might be followed by a reward fucking, given how he’s played with me, the position he’s put me in, and how much he likes taking me from behind. At least I really, really hope so. “If Daddy wants to give me one.”

“Lucky for you, Daddy does. Let’s warm you up a little. After that, it’s fifteen with Daddy’s whippy paddle. Do you know why you’re getting fifteen?”

That sounds like a lot for a reward paddling. “Um, no? I thought it was just ten.”

Logan bends over me and bites my ass, hard enough to make me squeal and thrash against his restraints.

“Five for watching movies with bad words and too much violence. Five for trying to bullshit Daddy. And five for waiting in the hallway after I told you to go straight back to the cabin if anything happened at the security check-in.”

My face flares hotter than my still-throbbing pussy. “Sorry, Daddy! I was just worried about you.”

“I know you were, sweetie, and that’s why it’s five while we’re playing instead of a real correction, but your safety may depend some day on doing exactly what Daddy tells you, when Daddy tells you to do it, and not malingering because you’re worried about Daddy. Understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m very sorry.” And I am. He takes such good care of me; I never want him to think I’m unappreciative.

“Good girl. Warm up now.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He sits beside me on the bed, which tells me this really is play. It feels different right from the start and I love it. I love the feeling of his thigh against my hip. I love the heat of his body against my bare skin. I love it much, much more when he slides one hand between my legs and fingers me while he begins a fast pat-pat-pat-slap with his other palm across my ass cheeks.

“Oh, yes-yes-yes.”

“You like Daddy warming up your bottom?”

“Lots and lots.”

His deep, wolfy chuckle. “I believe you, little girl. And I believe you like it almost as much as you like having my fingers in your needy little cunt.”

He’s right about that. “Lots and lots and lots, Daddy.”

“Spread your legs and let Daddy warm up your pussy.”

My pussy is seriously, seriously warm already, but I’m not going to argue. I slide my feet apart and Logan rewards me with a slap across my labia that rockets me from warm to fiery in one stroke.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“You do like your pussy spankings, don’t you, little girl?”

Like really doesn’t come anywhere close to how I feel. They hurt so, so, so good, and I somehow feel closer to Logan when he spanks my pussy than anything other than having him inside me. Even bare-bottomed spankings don’t come close to having him slap my pussy. It’s deranged, but I long ago resigned myself to being nuts when it comes to sex.

“Your clit’s peeking out at me. Too cute. If I give it a tap will you squeak for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy—owww!”

He smacks my clit again and again, drawing successively higher noises out of me until I shriek. The invasion of his fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my ass a moment later makes me shriek again, but this time in pleasure.

“Little girl, you’re such a delight.” He finger-fucks me for several strokes until I’m moaning into the pillows and lifting onto my toes to try to impale myself on his fingers. Then he takes his hands away.

I sink deeper into the bed, trying to relax my butt muscles for what I know is coming.

It doesn’t feel good. The damn silicon chewing into my flesh is never going to feel good. But between the position, much higher on my bottom, away from the tender crease, and the speed, slower than a punishment, it’s more of a burning caress than an evil chomp. I can relax into it. As the sting spreads into a thick heat, I can enjoy it.

“One.”

He runs his hand over my cheeks, rubbing in the warmth. “Different, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy. How?”

“Mmm, now, that is a Dom secret, but I told you this is my favorite paddle. This is why. I can use it in so many different ways. Little more sting now.”

There is, like an abrasion, but I can’t tell what he does differently. Maybe it’s all in the wrist but each of the fifteen is slightly different. Some are a lick of flame across my skin. Other sink in like wolf’s teeth, hooking deeply into the muscles of my butt. Logan’s hand rubbing in the hurt of those heavier strikes as I yelp and squirm feels like the wolf’s teeth are chewing. They’re on the edge of too much. Logan varies them so there are more caressing strikes than chewing strikes, though, and they never tip over into true pain. Each strike leaves me trembling, wanting, enveloped in a thick, sweet heat.

“Fifteen, Daddy,” I whisper after the last stroke, a long lap across both cheeks, like a lick from the fire-wolf’s tongue. I lie panting in the twisted bedding, both achingly needy and strangely spent. My bottom’s on fire and I don’t want any more, but I’ll fall apart if Logan stops now. I want him to fuck me but I’m strangely reluctant to come. I want Wolfy-Daddy to use me for his pleasure and then leave me unconscious, a sodden mess in the sheets. How do I tell Logan that?

“I don’t think we’re done here, little girl,” he growls.

“No, Daddy.”

Maybe I don’t need to tell him. He said he’s not a mind-reader, but when it comes to the sex part, Wolfy-Daddy seems