The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThatβs right. She needed humiliation. I donβt. It doesnβt bother me that humiliation is a hard limit for you.β He turns our linked hands so he can kiss my knuckles. βWhatβs more important, Emmy, the destination or the journey?β
βLike in life? The journey.β
βThatβs right. In Thailand, I was taught to focus on the journey during scenes rather than the endpoint. Thatβs what Iβm doing with you today. I want you to enjoy the edging without thinking about the destination. Taking the emphasis off our orgasms allows us to spend the day connecting.β He nips my knuckles. βI didnβt come this morning, either, and I donβt intend to until your orgasm restriction has ended. I donβt put you through things Iβm unwilling to endure myself.β
I melt. Not into a puddle of happy but into a puddle of adoration. I didnβt notice that he didnβt come during the edging. I was so focused on the orgasm denial, I forgot about his pleasure.
βI was a really, really bad subbie this morning. Iβm so, so, so sorry.β
βItβs okay, little love. Iβm not disappointed in you. Iβm challenging your ideas about whatβs important in a scene. I expect it to take a little while for your mind to reset. Can you stick with it for another session?β
βYes, Daddy. And tonightβs. I want to, for you.β
βThatβs my good girl. Proud of you, sweetie.β He releases my hand, loops his arm back over my shoulders and leads me down the hall towards our rooms.
βDo you think Shaan lost sight of his submission? Is that why heβs so angry?β I ask as we walk.
βPossibly. But even in the right headspace, not every scene works for every bottom. There may have been something about the scene that resonated wrong with Shaan and hurt him. Niall needs to find out.β
I tuck my head into his shoulder. βWas what he wrote really bad?β
βYes.β Daddy sighs. βIβd be destroyed if you wrote anything like that to me. Itβs never my intention to make you feel demeaned, unappreciated, or unloved. Your submission is precious to me, and Iβm sure Shaanβs is to Niall. Niallβs holding it together pretty well, but he must have been hurt by the things Shaan wrote.β
βDoms have feelings, too?β I screw my face up dubiously.
βYou cheeky monkey.β He pauses to open the door to my room. βLet me go in first, just to be safe.β
βThank you, Daddy.β I wait at the door until he beckons me in. Nothing looks disturbed. The light through the balcony doors is the color of a bruise and I wonder what itβs going to feel like when the storm finally hits. Good thing this is a big ship.
He unlocks the connecting door, checks his suite, and leads me through to his bathroom. Between kisses, he undresses both of us and turns on the shower. βQuick wash, baby doll. We just donβt want to stink up the captainβs lunch.β
That sets me off giggling. Logan carries the playful tone through our shower, tickling me under the spray, swatting my wet bottom when I donβt get out fast enough for him. He dries me off with a fluffy towel and does the lotion ritual, which leaves my skin pink and glowing. Even though I donβt have any bad spots, he rubs cream all over my back and bottom, and Vitamin E on my labia. By the time heβs done, I feel tingly and loved-up, with barely any soreness anywhere.
βYou said the edging would help me heal fast, Daddy, but I didnβt think it would be this fast.β
He slides his hand up and down my back. βThe edging increases your circulation, which is what helps you heal, but I think if we tried penetration right now, youβd find youβre still very sore. Your back looks great, though. Just a couple of welts. No broken skin. You mark beautifully, Emmy.β
I feel beautiful when Iβm marked, a thought that makes him smile when I share it with him.
βI enjoy knowing you wear my marks under these sweet dresses,β he says as he slips the adorable, dotted-pink dress I wore to breakfast back over my head. βI love knowing that youβre bare under them, naughty and naked and waiting for my touch.β He slips his hands under the hem and tickles up the backs of my legs until he cups my bottom. βLittle girl, you are such a temptation. Itβs too cold on this bloody ship but when we get home, youβre going to run around naked all the time. Neighbors be damned.β
The tickling and his worlds make me giggle wildly. His neighborhood on East Second Street looked more artsy than snobby, but I still canβt imagine his neighbors coping well with a nudist in their midst.
And the thought that Iβll be staying with Logan all summerβnaked or notβmakes my insides glow brighter than my outsides.
I pull on my stripy thigh highs while he dresses. He doesnβt shave and has quite a five oβclock shadow, even though itβs only been about eighteen hours since his last shave. He looks super-wolfy, and I tell him so as we walk hand-in-hand down to the Pinctada restaurant.
βMmm, speaking of which, Iβve been thinking about our next public scene, little girl. Weβre going to wait until after our shore day in MazatlΓ‘n, but then weβre going to act out that Red Riding Hood fantasy of yours.β
I nod enthusiastically.
βSince everyone enjoyed the chase and capture part of the Princess Amber scene, I was thinking weβd do something similar. Like the Doms will start off as hunters, hunting the Big Bad Wolf. But the hunters are actually werewolves in disguise. They wolf-out and return to the village to capture and torment the poor village submissives.β
βOoo, good twist, Daddy.β
βLike that?β
βSo much.β The idea is making my thighs sticky.
βFor our last public scene,
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