The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I blink. My eyes are dry. I focus on him.
βEmmy, tell Daddy what youβre thinking.β
I take my thumb, which is very wrinkled, out of my mouth and answer him, βIβm thinking that I love my daddy.β
Which is the truth. Thatβs what I was thinking when he asked. And Iβm scrupulously honest with Logan.
βDaddy loves you, too, sweet baby. Have you had any thoughts about what we discussed before you went into the playpen?β
βYes, Daddy. I understand why you donβt want me saying mean things to Rachel. Iβm sorry for what I said because it hurt her feelings and embarrassed you. I want to apologize.β
Logan nods and rises from his stool. He twists the catch on the lower cage door and swings it open. The cage isnβt locked. It never is. I stay in the cage because thatβs where Logan has put me and more than anything else, I want to please my daddy. I canβt crawl out on my own after lying curled up for so long, and he knows that. He reaches in and draws my legs through the open cage door. I shift onto my back and stretch, with a hiss as pins and needles race up my thighs. Loganβs warm hands close on my knee. He massages down my calf to my ankle, then up again, helping the blood flow back to where it belongs. He switches and massages my right leg, until my toes are tingling. I look up at him through the cageβs top bars, through tears of genuine gratitude.
βTa very much, Daddy,β I say, using the British phrase Loganβs taught me. He was born and spent his first decade in England. British words and sayings still pepper his speech. I think theyβre cute but I wouldnβt tell him that, because Doms arenβt supposed to be cute.
βYouβre welcome, baby doll. Ready to come out?β
I nod. Logan puts his big hands on my hips and helps me slide through the lower door until Iβm all the way out. He offers me his hands and helps me rise. I shiver a little; the basementβs temperature raises goose bumps on my skin now that Iβm no longer in subspace. Logan takes a folded blue blanket, one of my Ravenclaw fuzzies, off the bar and wraps it around me before he draws me over to one of the couches near the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. He sits, pulling me into his lap.
Before he was injured, Daddy probably would have picked me up and carried me to the couch, but his legβs still too unsteady. Still, heβs much, much better than he was right after the evil massage man hurt him, when he couldnβt even bear to hold me in his lap. Grateful that he can now, I curl against his chest and tuck my face into his neck, inhaling the woodsy, smoky scent of his aftershave.
He cradles me in one strong arm, and, after taking out my scrunchies, strokes my hair. He kisses the top of my head and murmurs, βDaddyβs proud of you, baby girl.β
His words warm me even more than my fuzzy. I know why heβs proud of me. Iβve struggled with non-impact punishments from the beginning. He can paddle me black and blue and it just turns me on. But non-impact punishments twist my brain inside out. I panic. My brain vomits up every fear Iβve ever felt and swamps me with terror. The first time Logan put me in the cage, I screamed for five solid minutes and begged him to take me out for the next thirty. He didnβt. Loganβs fair but very firm. After an hour, I finally accepted his discipline and drifted into subspace. There were a few tears today, but no screaming, no panic, and I hit subspace in record time. Heβs proud of my submission, and Iβm proud of it, too.
I hug him super-tight. βLove you, Daddy.β
βI love you, too, baby doll.β He always says it back, always reassures me that my feelings are fully reciprocated. βWould you like to apologize now?β
I nod into his neck.
βGood girl. Let me see your eyes.β
I lift my head and look up into his dark eyes. Theyβre burning a little because Loganβs a sadist and disciplining me arouses him, but, after a week of doing at least a scene a day, weβre both pretty sated. Still, he might want to play, or just fuck, after I apologize. He often does after he disciplines me, although he doesnβt always allow me an orgasm, depending on how badly Iβve screwed up. I really hope he lets me have an orgasm this time, because just that hot, domly glare makes me tingle in all the best places.
βI apologize for being petty and mean to Rachel and for embarrassing you,β I say. βIβll ignore her in the future and not let the things she says get under my skin. I want to be the bigger person, even though Iβm very little.β
Logan grins before he hides it by kissing the tip of my nose. βEven a very little person can be bighearted. I know you are that person, Emmy. I believe in you.β
I love that he believes in me, even though itβs sometimes hard for me to believe in myself. I throw my arms around his neck. βTa very much, Daddy.β
βYou owe me another apology, though, baby girl.β
βWhat? What did I do?β I canβt think of a single thing Iβve done thatβs even made him frown. Weβve had a really good week together.
Logan purses his lips. βI hoped you might have thought about this while you were in the playpen.β
His disappointment makes my eyes fill again. βIβm sorry, Daddy.β
βDid you think I didnβt notice how Rachelβs been with you? That I didnβt hear the things sheβs said? I know sheβs been digging at you since weβve been back. Daddyβs not blind or deaf, little girl.β
βI know,β I wail. I immediately realize where this is going. Loganβs one of the
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