The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βCommunication?β she asks.
βYup, communication.β
She shakes her head slightly, not tugging her hair out of my fingers. βI kind of guessed that you werenβt a daddy. When we were at the expo, you seemed a little uncomfortable with it. But by the end, you were really smooth and today youβve been amazing.β
And we havenβt even had sex yet.
βNice to hear. Anything you want to ask me about the contract? You didnβt email me any questions, but maybe youβd be more comfortable talking it through face-to-face?β
Her cheeks flush a gorgeous shade of pink and she shifts her shoulders. Embarrassed, but thinking. βThere wasnβt much in there about what you want from me. I mean like, um, fellatio when you wake up in the morning, or calling you at specific times of day.β
βIβd never say no to a morning blow job, but Iβd rather develop our rituals naturally as we get to know each other. I will give you a daily schedule. You wonβt ever be in doubt about what I want from you. You saw the part about returning all calls or texts within an hour unless youβve already told me youβll be out of pocket?β
She nods. βYes, sir. Iβd do that anyway.β
βGood girl. Anything else?β
βThere werenβt any hard limits for you.β
βMmm, scat play, bestiality and gas masks.β
βI understand the first two.β She gives a delicate shiver. βGas masks?β
βThey creep me out. Not a turn on.β
She giggles softly as she takes a sip of her drink.
βAnything else?β
βIt said punishments would be at your discretion but wouldnβt cross my hard limits.β
βThatβs right. Anything about that concern you?β
βUm, just that my hard limits are really hard limits. I mean, you know that. Itβs just that sometimesββ
βSometimes people arenβt respectful of hard limits?β I give the curl Iβm holding a gentle tug before lifting it to my lips. βBaby doll, I will always respect your hard limits. Your safe word works always, not just when weβre playing. If discipline exceeds what you can take, I expect you to use it.β
That gets me a wide, happy smile.
* * *
Manny rings the front doorbell as weβre finishing our drinks. He doesnβt need to; Mannyβs keyed into my security system and all he has to do to get in is press his thumb to the sensor by the door. But Manny knows Emilyβs with me, and he was raised right.
I leave Emily with a kiss on the forehead to answer the door.
He pushes off the doorframe when I open the front door for him.
βSharp,β he says, touching his plain black tie while looking at mine. βPick me up one next time youβre in Walmart.β
I grin at him. βAsshole.β
He slaps me on the back, which doesnβt stagger me only because itβs his usual greeting, so Iβm expecting it. Manny benches a mean three-eighty and likes to throw it around.
I lead him through to the great room to meet Emily.
And watch her curl into a ball of shyness. Although Mannyβs a big guy, heβs got the handsome Latino bastard thing going. Iβve never seen him as intimidating, and women are usually all over him. Not Emily. Once she shakes his hand, she tucks her hands behind her back, puts her head down and nearly disappears into her blazer.
Manny gives me a look that says, whatβs up with your chica?
I shrug as I fix him a drink. I havenβt seen her like this before. She was cool and reserved at the expo, sure, but I just saw that as a submissiveβs natural caution. She came out of her shell immediately with me. Is she afraid of big men? Of strangers? Or is it just that she only responds to Dominants?
I hand Manny his Corona with lime and put my hand in the small of Emilyβs back. As soon as I do, she shifts closer to me and lifts her head, big eyes searching my face. I give her a gentle smile and say, βMannyβs a body man. Best in the City. Heβs going to stick to the client all night so we can enjoy our date.β
She glances at Manny. βThank you, Mister Costa.β
βItβs Manny, and itβs my pleasure, Emily,β Manny tells her.
This is the point when women usually melt all over him. Instead, Emily looks up at me and asks, βIs your job dangerous?β
Manny opens his mouth, but I cut him off before he says anything stupid, particularly about the times Iβve been shot at. βThe worst things porn stars attract are paparazzi.β
Manny grunts. βAnd rabid fans. Theyβre worse than the shutter bugs.β
Emily drops her head again, effectively ending her participation in the conversation. I could bring her back into it, but Iβd rather move on to our one-on-one time. I tip my chin at Manny. Taking the hint, he makes short work of his Corona and sets the empty on the kitchen island.
βGuess we better get going,β he says. βDonβt want to be late to pick up the glitterati.β
βYup, letβs go.β I keep Emily tight to my side as we leave.
Mannyβs parked his black Lincoln on the street in front of my house, which is begging for a ticket, but his sisterβs on the force, so he parks with reckless abandon all over the city. His limoβs an older model, with the bench seats in the rear facing each other, rather than at right angles. Manny and I agree thatβs safer in a collision, and safety is our primary concern with our clients. Weβre not escorting kids to the prom here.
I help Emily into the back seat and Manny raises the glass partition between the front and back to give us some privacy.
As Manny pulls away from the curb, I lean across to buckle Emilyβs seatbelt. She watches me do it, eyes gleaming. Once sheβs secure, she shifts in the seat, pressing close, the way she did during the taxi ride. I slide my arm around her shoulders.
βEmily, Mannyβs a good friend as well as someone I work with. Iβve known him for a long time. You can
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