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

put the phone where I can see it, and lift my arms into the first position.

“Nae. We did a scene three years ago where I kept him naked fer hours while the rest of us were clothed. He wrote me somethin’ similar afters. Eloquent, eh?”

Daddy chuckles. “That’s one word for it. Irate might be another word.”

“Aye.”

“Is humiliation a hard limit for him?”

“Wasn’t but the frock mighta been a bit much. Never done that with him before. Guessin’ that’s where the business about feelin’ like a street whore’s coming from.”

“Is that a trigger for him? I noticed you didn’t call him any names. Did any of the Doms who used his mouth?”

“Not that I heard. Yer pep talk at the start set the tone for the whole scene. Never been in a big scene where I didn’t hear someone called slut or whore, but I dinna hear anything like that last night. Did yeh?”

I see Daddy start shaking his head just before my view’s obstructed by a super-buff black guy, who sits down at a weight bench between them and me. It’s an attractive obstruction, but what he’s obstructing is more interesting than his biceps. I move around so I can see Daddy and Niall again, pushing my hands out in front of me and getting a huge stretch through my back and hips. Ahh, that feels good.

“He’s never had five down his throat one after t’other like that, but none of ‘em were rougher’n I’d be. I dinna see any signs of true distress. I’m thinkin’ I need to push him now and get to the root of this. Yer gurl busy this avvy? I doan want Vashi listenin’ while I question him.”

“Vashi’s welcome to spend the afternoon with us. Emily mentioned going to the bondage marketplace. They could do that together. I have scenes planned with Emily after lunch and before dinner, but Vashi’s welcome to watch.”

She is? I mean, she watched Logan fuck me yesterday, but that was a public scene. I guess Logan’s not shy about inviting people into our bedroom. Logan’s not really shy about much of anything, come to think of it. Still, it’ll be a little weird having Vashi watch while Logan edges me. Maybe it will help me keep my head in the right place.

“Nae,” Niall says, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll bring her by around three and pick her up around five. That’ll give me plenty of time with Shaan. Suit yeh?”

“Perfect. I’ve got an interview at three. Bring her to Emily’s room.”

Niall puts his phone away and lies down on the bench, which prompts me into a different pose. I listen to them as they talk around sets of bench presses and dumbbell flyes. The floor shakes when they rack the weights. They’re both big, muscular men, but neither of them is bulky. I didn’t appreciate how strong they are until I see them finishing their sets with three big plates. I’m pretty sure that means they’re lifting three hundred pounds. No wonder Daddy totes me around like I weigh nothing.

While they lift, they discuss how Niall is going to question Shaan. I haven’t really overheard two Doms talking about constructing a scene before. Matthew sometimes talked techniques with other Doms at munches, but just about different kinds of tools, not the psychology behind a scene. Logan and Niall talk about the question-and-answer ladder, consent to pain, emotional flooding, and submission metaphors. I’m not a noobie, but I’m not sure what everything they talk about means. I try to take a few mental notes to ask Logan later, but their conversation’s so interesting that I really just try to keep up.

Logan turns his dark eyes to me as he rises from the bench, rolling his shoulders. I’ve been in my final position, a child’s pose that I can hold and feels great in my back and shoulders, for way too long. I sit up guiltily.

Daddy lifts an eyebrow at Master Niall. “What’s your favorite punishment for earwigging?”

Niall chuckles. “Day in earplugs if it’s Vashi. Sewing his ears shut if it’s Shaan.”

I clap my hands over my ears. He wouldn’t sew my ears shut, would he? “Please, Daddy!”

He beckons to me with two fingers. When I go to him, he folds me against his sweaty chest. “Was our conversation for your ears, little girl?”

“No, but it was really, really interesting.”

He taps the tip of my nose. “Curiosity’s your besetting sin, isn’t it?”

He’s got my number. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Did you bring headphones?”

I shake my head. “The music was good last time.” They’ve got Fatboy Slim playing right now.

“Mmm. Siberia for you, then, little girl.” He points to a treadmill at the far end of the row.

I give him the saddest eyes I can manage. He doesn’t really want me to go all the way over there by myself, does he?

His lips twitch, but then he hardens his face. “Off you go.”

With the saddest of pouts, head drooping, I trudge down the row of treadmills to the end.

“Hard not to feel a little sorry fer her,” Niall says to Daddy as I go.

“Hard to keep a straight face,” Daddy murmurs.

I climb onto the treadmill and set a fifteen-minute walk. Remembering what Daddy said about not burning calories, I set the speed to low, no hills.

A moment later, Daddy climbs onto the treadmill beside me. Niall takes the one on his other side.

“Better to keep an eye on you, mischief,” Logan tells me as I try unsuccessfully to smother my grin.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t think the needle and thread option is out of the question, little girl.”

He’s smiling. He’s not going to sew my ears shut.

“That would be really, really owie, though. Does Master Niall really do that?”

Niall raises an eyebrow at me as he begins running on his treadmill.

“Pretty sure that’s a yes, little girl.”

I shiver and thank my lucky stars that Daddy isn’t as strict as Master Niall.

After a minute of fast walking, Daddy accelerates to a run and matches pace with Niall.