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

That gets me peered at out of the other big, hazel eye. “Some ninjas might like that.”

I can’t control a chuckle. “Would my kinky, little ninja like being dressed like a puppy and taken for a walk?”

The unmistakable excitement in her eyes tells me that my kinky ninja would very much like that, even if she works hard to keep her face screwed up and not show her eagerness. “Kinky, ninja puppies bite, Daddy. They’re very bitey.”

“Wolfy-daddies bite right back, little ninja.” I think I’ll order some supplies for puppy play. Since getting the first demand from the debt collector, I’ve been resisting spending a dime on anything that wasn’t a necessity, given how much I have to pay, but I’m not going to come up with forty-eight thousand dollars in six weeks just by pinching pennies, so it’s time to loosen the purse strings. “If you behave yourself today and wear your helmet and pads, even though you’re a mighty ninja, then we’ll have some fun with puppy play. I’ll let Master Ryan know so you have some puppy and kitty friends to play with.”

“Ninjas can’t be bribed, Daddy. But they do know a good bargain when they hear one.” She holds out her pinkie finger. “Deal.”

I shake her pinkie with mine solemnly. “Finish your tea, little ninja, while I wash up.”

She picks up her cup and takes her final two swallows of tea, but, instead of handing me the empty cup, she grabs the breakfast dishes and scoots towards the sink.

I turn in my chair to watch her. “Emmy, what are you playing at?”

“I know you wash up when I’ve cooked, Daddy, but physical therapy was yesterday and I can tell you’re owie from that and standing at the sink when you’re sore’s no good for you, so I’ll do the dishes today. Ninja puppy play’s a good reward for that.” She stops and turns to peer at me again, with her hands full of dirty dishes. “If ninja puppies get orgasms. Do ninja puppies get orgasms?”

I rub my hand over my mouth as though I’m considering her question, but it’s actually to keep from laughing.

“I’ll have to research ninja puppies, little girl, but kinky puppies get orgasms, so I don’t see why ninja puppies wouldn’t. However.” I harden my face. “You’re going to be a kinky, ninja puppy on permanent orgasm restriction if you try topping from below like that again. Daddy decides what behavior does and doesn’t get rewarded. And if Daddy’s too sore to take his turn cleaning up, he’ll tell you. Put those dishes in the sink, come back here and kneel.” I point at the floor beside my chair.

Immediately contrite, Emily practically throws the dishes into the sink, races over, and kneels beside my chair. She takes one look at my face, which I’m keeping stern only with an effort, because it was a minor infraction, and I know she’s only doing it out of concern for me. But I must be doing a pretty decent job with my stone face, because after one look at me, she goes all the way over to press her forehead to the top of my foot.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

I bend over, feeling the pull in my damn leg. I put my hand on her head, holding her down, but also connecting with her. “Why is topping from below a problem, little love?”

“It means I’m not really submitting to you, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“That’s right. Do you still want to submit to Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Always.”

“Good girl. What needs to happen?”

“I need to be corrected, even though I was just disciplined.” A sniffle. Someone’s feeling sorry for herself. “But I only did it because I’m worried about you, Daddy.”

“I know you did, sweetie. But we need to make sure this behavior doesn’t escalate, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I know you were just trying to take care of your daddy, but there are other ways to do it, aren’t there? What should you have done instead?”

“I should have asked you if I could please tidy up and wash the dishes today because I know you’re owie after physical therapy yesterday.”

“That’s right. Why would that have been better?”

“Because it’s not exerting my will over yours. Daddy makes the decisions.”

“Smart girl. That’s exactly right. Will you do better next time?”

“Yes, Daddy. Promise.”

“That’s my good girl. I want your mantra written out a hundred times by the time I get back from the gym. Handwritten, not printed.” She got me with that two weeks ago when I gave her lines to do. It took her less than two minutes to copy and paste her mantra a hundred times and print it out for me. Not the idea. “Once you’ve given me your lines, correction’s over and you’re forgiven. You may also do the dishes today because Daddy’s not a stubborn-monster about his injury, and, yes, I do know you called me that when you were talking with Lizbeth.”

She tries to muffle her giggle, but I feel the vibration. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmm. Not convinced about the sincerity of that apology, little girl.” I stroke her head before I release her. “Up you come. Would you like another cup of tea?”

I’m not such an invalid that I can’t make tea while she’s cleaning up.

She rises neatly to her feet, without grabbing the table or my leg for support. I know Emily does Pilates to keep herself flexible, but this is more than that. It’s the grace of a good submissive, trying to please her Dom. I let her see she’s succeeded with a nod and a smile.

“Daddy, please may I make more tea for both of us?”

She’s committed to waiting on me this morning, I see. “Yes, you may. Good girl for asking.”

She gives me a huge grin before she trots off to wash the dishes and boil water for tea.

Without anything to do, I relax at the table and enjoy my view, for as long as I