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

Vashi. I’ve seen plenty of cocks and, erect, Niall’s is up there among the biggest I’ve seen. He must have had to depth-train both Shaan and Vashi to take that beast.

Emily worms up in my arms so she can whisper in my ear. “Master Niall’s penis is really, really scary, Daddy.”

I bury a chuckle in her hair. “Not a turn-on, sweet baby?”

“No, Daddy. Look at Shaan’s poor throat.”

I follow her horrified gaze. Niall’s worked his monster all the way down Shaan’s throat, which is distended so far his Adam’s apple pushes up under his skin like a grape.

“Does that look painful, little love?”

“Super-owie, Daddy. I’m really grateful you’re normal-sized. I mean, your penis is big and wolfy and wonderful, but nothing like that. I’d have run a mile if you’d whipped that out at the expo.”

I can’t control a chuckle and hope that Niall isn’t offended. “I’m glad you didn’t run a mile. How are you doing now? Ready for a bath?”

She smiles and kisses me under my chin. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You know what would go well with a bath? Some strawberries. I bet we could get a bowl of strawberries off the buffet on the Lido. You don’t have to eat many. Just a taste.”

She smiles shyly. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

Good, no argument about the calories. I know she’s over fifteen hundred for the day, but she hasn’t whined. Maybe days when she eats sushi don’t count. That works for me. We can have sushi every day.

“That’s my girl.” I glance at the threesome in front of us. Niall must have trained the gag reflex right out of Shaan, because he barely struggles as Niall plows his throat. Vashi works at Shaan’s other end, her hair creating a curtain around Shaan’s thighs as she bobs over his groin. It seems rude to walk out in the middle of them fucking, but it’s nearly eleven and I’m more than ready to be alone with my little girl.

Just as I’m considering being rude, Shaan gurgles his release around Niall’s cock. Niall takes his sub’s face in his hands with a tenderness that surprises me. He doesn’t roar or shout out his release, just rumbles deep in his chest and smiles down at Shaan. “That’s a good boy.”

Emily sighs. I tip my head down to rub noses with her. “Happy, little girl?”

“Super-happy, Daddy.”

“You blew me away tonight, sweetie. We’ll talk about the scene in the morning, but just know that I couldn’t be more pleased with you and you’ve earned a huge reward tomorrow.”

“Really?” She beams up at me.

“Really. Say good-night to Niall, Shaan, and Vashi.”

“And Paul and Rebecca and Mikaela and Gabriela.”

I nip her nose. “Say night-night, little girl.”

She grins. “Night-night, little girl.”

Chapter Twelve Emily

I wake to my daddy’s kisses. His hot eyes smiling into mine. His hands sliding down my body. His slick tip at my entrance.

I spread my legs and tilt up my hips to welcome him. He pushes into me with a groan that echoes all the way down inside me, making me shiver as my body adjusts to him. He’s taken me so many times, I should be used to him, but each time his size, his weight, is a shock. The nicest kind of shock. One that ripples through me, ringing all my bells, leaving me writhing and needing him more than I need air.

“Daddy,” I whisper.

“G’morning, little love.” He nuzzles me even as he pushes deep. It stings, oh, it stings. Ow-ow-ow. I writhe and whimper and Logan pulls back a little. I feel him adjust himself, and something cool trickles over my labia. Then he’s pushing back inside with less friction. I wrap my legs around him and wriggle with perfectly pain-tinged pleasure.

“That’s my little girl,” he grunts as he seats himself. “Mmm, you feel good. I know you’re sore but take this for Daddy. We’re going to have a nice fuck before breakfast.”

That sounds like the best way to start the day. I squee happily and he chuckles.

“After breakfast, we’ll start your reward.” He thrusts slowly, making the most delicious growly noise in his chest. “Play your cards right and it’ll help you heal quickly.”

What kind of reward helps me heal? As he starts surging in and out, I stop caring. All I can focus on is the sensation of him moving in me, filling me, ramping me higher and higher. His hands slide under me. One to my ass to hold my hips up to him as he thrusts, which reignites the ache and sting of the welts from last night’s flogging. His other hand pushes under my head, sinking into my hair, pulling my head back and holding me arched between those two points of pressure. I whimper but not with pain, although I am incredibly sore. I whimper with surrender. I give myself over to my daddy. However he wants to hold me. However he wants to fuck me. I’m his.

His deep growl tells me he knows what I’m giving him. That I’ve pleased him. That knowledge thrills through me, almost orgasmic all on its own.

He doesn’t fuck me for long. Just until I come, shuddering madly on his driving cock. Then he pulls out, fists himself and jacks hard, maybe twenty strokes, before he spurts on my tummy. I watch him uncertainly. Why hasn’t he come in me? Have I done something wrong?

He rubs his come in until it’s barely sticky, watching the circles of his hand against my skin with wolf-hot eyes.

“What is this, Emily?”

His voice is just as wolfy as his eyes. No disappointed rasp. That tells me I haven’t done anything wrong and wearing his come is part of my reward.

I venture a guess. “Daddy’s gift?”

“That’s right. Daddy’s gift to his good girl. Is it disgusting to have Daddy’s come on you?”

Kinda? But I’m pretty sure that’s not the right answer. “No, Daddy.”

“That’s right. There’s nothing disgusting about it. This is my gift to you. You’re going to wear Daddy’s gift until after breakfast. Then you’ll