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

ginger better than toothpaste. What’s your number? You may elaborate.”

“Three for the toothpaste, twenty thousand for the ginger, Daddy.”

He laughs. “Twenty thousand, huh? Since the scale was one to ten, I think that’s pretty good. Let’s take it out now. That wasn’t quite forty minutes, but I’m more than happy with that.”

It wasn’t even forty minutes? Impossible. It was at least a millennium.

Daddy keeps one hand on me while he sits up, pulls on a glove, and opens a baggie. He lifts my knee and slides the slivers of ginger out from between my labia and clit hood first. I wasn’t even aware of him putting them in there. Everything just turned to fire.

The fig in my bottom isn’t nearly as nice coming out. It’s gritty and owie. I whimper but am careful not to protest because Daddy hasn’t told me High Protocol is over.

“There we go.” Daddy takes off the glove, puts it in the baggie, and seals it. “Give me a kiss to end the scene and then we’ll have a little cuddle before Vashi gets here.”

I throw my arms around his neck and snuggle in before I give him a very chaste kiss. He was an iron pillar against my belly while he was spanking me. But true to his word, he hasn’t gotten off, and I don’t want to tease him.

He kisses me back, soft, sweet kisses while he cuddles me. He rolls me so I’m on top of him while he stretches back into the pillows. I wriggle until I’m in a super-comfy position. Daddy runs his hands up and down my back lazily.

“Best part, little girl?” he asks.

“All of it,” I say dreamily, remembering the wonderful sensations. “I felt it in a place in my back where I’ve never felt anything before. Right above my butt-bone. That was so cool. And even though there were things I wanted to say to you, I loved-loved-loved the High Protocol. It really helped me focus on what I was feeling. And the figging itself was crazy-good. A ginger volcano in my insides.”

Logan chuckles, bouncing me on his chest. “A ginger volcano, huh? Well, we’ll definitely have to do that again.”

“Daddy, why didn’t it hurt? I thought figging was punishment?”

“The burn can be more painful. I ordered fresh ginger and I’ve kept it in water all day. That lessens the intensity. For more intensity, I can age the ginger in the fridge. We’ll play around with that when we get home.”

I’m not sure whether I should look forward to it or be terrified. But it’s hard to be terrified of anything when I’m so relaxed and happy, snuggled up with my daddy.

“I really liked the spanking part, too. If you’d caned me instead of spanking me, maybe it would have tipped over into real pain. Although I really like being caned. And you’re really good at it.”

Daddy laughs, deep and warm. “Are you trying to tell me you’d like to be figged while I cane you, little girl?”

Yup, that’s exactly what I’m trying to tell him. My eyes roll back in my head at the thought.

“Itty-bitty bit.”

“Well done, sweetheart. You suggested you might like to be figged while caned, without demanding anything, and explained why it might make you anxious, and complimented me, all at the same time. Good girl. For that, there’s definitely a fun, figged caning in your future.”

I squee. I can’t help it. A fun, figged caning sounds better than Christmas.

Daddy laughs. “You’re a delight, little girl.”

“Can I ask what the best part of the scene was for you? Or is that a Dom secret?”

“I’m not going to have any Dom secrets with you around, big ears.” He pinches my bottom, enough to make me wriggle with a lingering burn as my sphincter twitches. “I loved watching you ride the sensations. You did exactly what I asked, felt exactly what I wanted you feel. That made me feel like Superman.”

Twinkling lights fill me up and I wiggle even closer, pressing little kisses on his bristly chin and jaw. “Superman’s less of a dork when he says things like that.”

Daddy chuckles. “Good to know. We’re going to have to get dressed in a minute, beanie. If you and Vashi end up going to the bondage marketplace, text me to let me know you’re going. Keep your phone with you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. I’ll knock on your door at five-thirty for your last edging. Go into it with the same mindset as this scene, and I’ll be so proud of you.”

“I will, promise.” I kiss him everywhere I can reach. “Thank you for helping me see this differently. I don’t know if I could have stuck with it after this morning without you encouraging me and then I would have missed the most amazing experience. Ta very much.”

He catches my head in his hands and holds me for a long, sweet kiss. “You’re very welcome, baby doll.”

When he’s done kissing me, while my head is still spinning, he dresses me in the pretty pink dress. Between the humidity of the coming storm and everything we’ve done today, my hair’s not going to behave for anything less than a shower, so I brush it back into a ponytail. Daddy gives my hair a tug, and me a final kiss, before he goes through into his own cabin, leaving me to wait for Vashi.

Chapter Fifteen Logan

There are good scenes, and there are great scenes, and then there was that.

Fuck, my head’s still orbiting somewhere around Jupiter. I’ve topped plenty of times without fucking my bottom. I did it routinely while I was in charge of training the house subs at my club. But I’ve never connected to my bottom so deeply without sex. Never felt each wave of sensation pass through her body just from looking into her eyes. I’ve never applied the word “exquisite” to a scene before, but that was fucking exquisite. I cannot get enough of my little girl.

And what I have planned