The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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After three miles, Daddy and Niall drop to a walk. Theyβre both sweating, but neither is breathing hard. When Mikaela slows and starts gushing about how much fun she had at the scene last night, Daddy talks in normal tones. He asks her some questions, but nothing like when he recapped the scene with me. He doesnβt care about what worked for her and what didnβt. Only me, and I shouldnβt let that thought swell my heart, or my head, but it does. Daddy-daddy-daddy.
He looks at his wrist, and when he realizes heβs not wearing his watch, checks his phone. βThink we better clean up, little girl.β
Iβm finished with my program and on the last minute of the cool-down anyway. βYes, Daddy.β
Niall shuts off his treadmill and steps off when Daddy does. He shakes Daddyβs hand and gives me a sweaty hug. βIβll bring Vashi by at three. Be good fer yer daddy, wee ears.β
βYes, Master Niall.β I wriggle over to Daddy and when he puts his arm around me, hug his lean waist. βThank you for not sewing my ears shut, Daddy.β
Niall laughs. βThatβs somethinβ yeh doan hear every day.β
Logan chuckles, takes my hand, and leads me towards the stairs. βWhat was so interesting about our conversation, sweetie?β
βLots. I didnβt realize you planned scenes like that. I mean, doing each thing to make sure you get the reaction you want from your subbie. Like when you said Master Niall should use the twenty minutes after emotional flooding to rebuild rapport and trust with Shaan. Do you time things like that?β
βI do. Iβm aware of how much time I have to work with you after certain techniques. How much do you know about emotional flooding?β
I try to remember, scratching the back of my neck with my free hand.
βIβve heard the term before, but it was in the context of my friend Gracieβs son. He has autism and sheβs mentioned emotional flooding, like when he gets overwhelmed with anger or frustration and canβt process. He kind of shuts down for a while. Iβm not sure I understand it in terms of a Dom-sub relationship, though.β
βItβs similar. Itβs overwhelming a bottom with emotions during a scene. The bottomβs defenses break down, she achieves a catharsis, followed by a period of emotional openness.β
That sounds very . . . premeditated. Has he done that with me?
βDo you do that with your subbies, Daddy?β
βI do, although I prefer overwhelming my bottoms physically rather than emotionally.β
βLike with a big spanking? Or a super-flogging?β
βYes, little girl.β
He has done it with me. At least twice. And I did achieve a catharsis. I realized things about myself, and him, and us, that I might not have otherwise. Instead of feeling invaded, I feel grateful he cares enough to plan scenes like that.
βI like your method better, Daddy.β
He chuckles. βThatβs because youβre a physical masochist, little love.β
βIs Shaan?β
βI bloody well hope so. Otherwise, last night was sheer hell for him.β
βUntil the end. That would have made him really happy, whether or not the rest worked for him.β
He gives me a squeeze. βI know the end of their scene made you happy. I also know youβre tremendously forgiving and donβt hold a grudge, even when a scene goes pear-shaped. I donβt think Shaanβs quite as forgiving. Niallβs got some work to do.β
βIs Shaan really, really angry with him?β
βIncredible Hulk levels of anger.β
βBut Vashi said they spent all yesterday negotiating. Did Master Niall break Shaanβs hard limits?β
βSometimes a bottom can feel devalued even if their hard limits arenβt breached. Think back to this morning when you got angry, did you feel I didnβt value your submission?β
βNo, Daddy, I was just being stupid. Can we please forget this morning?β
Logan pulls me to one side so we donβt block the corridor and turns me to face him. He tips my face up with a finger beneath my chin and looks into my eyes. His are intent, but warm and caring. βEmmy, I value your feelings. Donβt be dismissive. You were angry. Tell me why.β
I want to shrink away from him and crawl under something large. I hate explaining my feelings. Half the time I donβt even think I should be having them. My feelings this morning definitely fall into that category. But he wants me to explain, so I try, even though I have to dredge each word out of the pit of my stomach with a backhoe.
βI just got angry. You said it was a reward, but it didnβt feel rewarding. It felt like you were being mean to me.β
He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and I lean into his caress.
βYou felt I was being mean because I didnβt let you have an orgasm?β
I nod.
βWords, please, little girl. Did you feel like I was setting you up to fail by edging you?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βSweetheart, Iβll challenge you from time to time. Youβd get bored if I didnβt. But Iβm not setting you up to fail. I wouldnβt ruin a reward that way.β
Wouldnβt he? Thatβs what Iβve been worried about since breakfast. βBut youβre a sadist.β
βI am, but thatβs not my brand of sadism. Iβm a physical sadist, which is why we mesh so well.β He takes my hand, holds it up by my face, and laces his fingers through mine. βI get absolutely nothing out of hurting you emotionally. I know you might not believe that because of what I did in L.A., but I promise you, Iβm not an emotional vampire.β
βThatβs why it didnβt work out with your subbie Luisa, right?β I ask, needing a little more reassurance, because it did feel like he was getting off on hurting me emotionally in L.A., and while I totally
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