The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βNo, Daddy. You donβt think Iβm really as naughty as I am in scenes, right? I would never actually tell you no the way I did last night.β
βOh, little girl, I know that. I love what a sweet sub you are. I always gravitated towards submissives who fought me for their submission. It excited me during scenes but the rest of the time it was exhausting. I think thatβs why I havenβt pursued a full-time relationship with any of them. I couldnβt imagine living with the constant drain on my time and energy. Especially Miranda. If I saw her more than a few days in a month, it wiped me out. Topping you is completely different. The more time we spend together, the more energized I am.β
He pauses to pour us each a tiny cup of sake. We tink and drink. I smile at the mellow burn. Itβs much nicer than the vinegary red wine Ash liked. Or stinky beer. In such a small amount, it doesnβt add too many calories.
Logan continues, βBut I donβt want to take up too much of your time, sweetie. Iβm glad things worked out today so you had some time to write. Iβd want every minute of every day if you could give it to me, but I know thatβs asking too much. I should be able to give you a couple of blocks of free time tomorrow. Weβll figure it out, Emmy, just bear with me, huh?β
βI promise itβs okay, Daddy. Youβve been really, really good communicating with me. I promise to communicate with you when I need time of my own. Promise.β
He reaches across the table and strokes my cheek with his knuckles. βThatβs my good girl. Thank you, baby doll. Being such a good girl might get Princess Amber just the knotty flogger, but I wouldnβt count on it if I were you.β
That idea makes me flush hotter than the sake. I shiver so hard I nearly fall off my cushion. βTa, Daddy. Does Princess Amber get orgasms? Because she might be a little melted by a flogging. Tiny bit melted, maybe.β
He gives me a full, rolling, daddy laugh. βYes, Princess Amber can come whenever she wants. If the Black Knightβs really melted her, she might thank him but I donβt expect her to ask for permission. Just for tonightβs scene youβre excused from that rule. And weβll use the traffic light system. Green if youβre doing fine. Yellow to give me warning if youβre overwhelmed, truly frightened, or getting close to your pain threshold. Red to stop and check-in.β
βBut if you check-in and can fix it, the scene keeps going, right?β
He puts his hand on the table between us, palm up. I settle my fingers in his and he curls our hands together. Oh, what a good daddy gesture. I feel like heβs cupping much more than my hand in his.
βDaddy,β I whisper, falling deeper and deeper into the power of those hot, dark eyes.
He smiles. βThe scene keeps going because Daddy doesnβt give up. And Iβm crazy about you, too, little girl.β
My whole body fills up with tingles.
* * *
The gown heβs brought for me is beautiful. Layer upon layer of white gauze, it floats down from a square neckline into sleeves that split at my elbows to trail nearly to the floor. The skirt is kerchief-cut like the butterfly dress, with points in front, to each side, and in the back. Itβs split all the way to my waistβI show a lot of leg when I moveβnot exactly historically accurate. Itβs more of a Bonnie Tyler music video version of a princess gown. But itβs so, so beautiful.
And I canβt wait to see it in tatters. Itβs wrong of me to want to ruin something so lovely, I know, but fashion comes a dim and distant second to a really good flogging.
Before our scene, Logan takes me to Vashiβs cabin so Iβm not alone while he goes to check the dungeon. Niall goes with him, after giving me a Niall-sized hug, which nearly breaks my ribs. They leave me with Vashi, whoβs wearing another gorgeous sari, which I sincerely hope no one is going to flog off her because that would be a crime, and Shaan, whoβs wearing a sack-like dress and a huge ball gag. My jaw aches in sympathy. Shaanβs eyes spit all the invectives his mouth canβt, and he rattles the cuffs and chains tethering him to the end of their huge bed. Niall gives him a departing pat on the head and instructs Vashi to call if Shaan becomes distressed.
Once the door closes behind Niall, Shaan leans his head back against the footboard of the bed and closes his eyes.
Vashi motions me over and we sit on the couch furthest from Shaan. βNiall sometimes challenges Shaan,β she says, wringing her hands.
I can see that. βIs he going to be one of Princess Amberβs ladies?β
βYes, Niall says heβs to be a wench. He can be used by any knight. Shaan is most upset.β
I donβt blame him. βDoes he agree to that? To being shared?β
βIt is part of their agreement, and Niall has shared him in the past. But not for some time, and it requires special negotiation, which they have been doing all afternoon. They sent me to the spa, which was very wonderful.β She holds out her hands to show me her gleaming manicure. βBut I am afraid they did so to get me out of the way. There was much shouting. It is difficult to negotiate with Niall. I am very lucky I do not have to do so.β
Thatβs right, sheβs a slave. Total power exchange, so thereβs nothing to negotiate. Iβm not even sure Vashi has a safe word. Although she looks a little troubled now, she generally glows with happiness, so it has to be working for her.
She puts her so-soft hand over mine. βEmily, I was most upset when I heard that you were in trouble after
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