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

“I’m also going to reward you as your Dom. I’m going to give you a Lazy Baby Day. It’s a whole day to stay in bed, watch your favorite movies, and play with Daddy. You don’t need permission for your orgasms and you can have as many as you want. I think Captain Daddy might make an appearance on the first Lazy Baby Day.”

Hot tears spill again. This is too much. Whatever I’ve done to help him recover—and other than the occasional appearance by Grumpy Daddy, it hasn’t really been any kind of hardship—I don’t deserve a kitty and a Lazy Baby Day. But I’m not going to say no. Just the idea that he thinks I’ve been so good that I deserve these rewards makes my insides feel like they’re filled with fireworks.

“If Captain Daddy is coming, then it could be a pirate-themed Lazy Baby Day and we could watch the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and Princess Bride and Treasure Planet and Muppet Treasure Island.” I can feel a big stupid grin spreading across my face at the thought of watching pirate movies and playing with Captain Daddy all day, but I can’t help it. This is the best reward. “And maybe, maybe, maybe, if Captain Daddy wants to, he could tie me up a little.”

Logan chuckles. “That’s a deal. But because this is a reward from me as your Dom, I need your pain first. Lazy Baby Day will be Sunday. Thursday night, we’ll do a scene at my club. You have a choice for the scene, but either way, you’re going to bleed. Do you accept this?”

I don’t even hesitate. “Yes, Daddy.”

We haven’t done much blood play. I had it as a hard limit originally, but we renegotiated our contract earlier this month and I took it off. I’m not afraid that Logan’s going to do something squicky like the Dom who was obsessed with my “V-card” and wanted to do blood play to simulate taking my virginity. And I really, really, really want Logan to brand me; if blood play was a hard limit, he wouldn’t. The branding is probably still at least a month away. He originally said he’d brand me during the harvest festival his club holds in late September. But I’m hopeful we’re getting closer to my branding.

“Option one. Daddy wants to pierce you. The piercings won’t be permanent unless you decide you want them to be. I intend to take the needles and rings out after the scene and let the holes heal up. But I want to pierce at least your nipples and probably some other places, too. Do you agree to this?”

Okay, now I’m getting shaky inside, although I’m not sure if it’s with fear or excitement. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Option two. We talked about Daddy giving you two brands—”

I wobble and nearly fall off my chair. Daddy’s hard arms close around me as I slump sideways. I grab on to him and somehow manage to remain sitting, and conscious.

“Emmy, are you okay?”

I nod. It’s all I can do. I’m so excited that I’m lightheaded. Daddy thinks we’ve built enough trust that he’s considering branding me a month early? I can’t think for the fizzing and tingling of my nerves.

“Option two, Daddy.”

“Ah.” He grins at me. “Someone really wants to be branded.”

“You, Daddy.”

“Still not me, little girl. I want to do the two-moon brand this time. It’s small and will take less time to heal. I’ve already found the brand and it’s beautiful. I think you’ll be very happy with it. I still intend to give you the Circle-X brand, but I haven’t found it yet, so I’m probably going to have to have that made.”

“Okay.” I shudder, still unable to control my excitement.

“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead. “You have until tomorrow night to change your mind. I need to schedule Doctor Chang if I’m going to brand you. I’m happy with either option, little love, so don’t worry if you have second thoughts and decide on option one.”

I shake my head quickly, then stop because I’m so lightheaded I almost fall off the chair again. “I’m not going to change my mind. I want you to brand me, Daddy. Can I ask where you’re going to put it?”

“Mm-hmm, where your hip meets your waist on your left side. You’ll still be able to sleep on your right side the way you like, and cover it even when you’re wearing a bathing-suit, and it won’t prevent me from smacking that little bottom, but when I hold your hips, I’ll feel it.”

I shudder with excitement again. “That’s a really good spot.”

He grins at me. “Glad you think so, little girl. You’re still excited about it, huh? We haven’t talked about it much in the last few weeks.”

“I didn’t want to push,” I say softly.

The last time I pushed Logan into doing something he didn’t really want to do was on the cruise when I asked him to take control of my finances. He agreed, but I could tell at the time he was uncomfortable and had to reshape his own boundaries to do it. I felt really bad about it afterwards and didn’t bring it up when we got back from the West Coast. But Daddy didn’t forget. One of our first trips out of the house when he got back on his feet was to my bank to add him to my accounts and set up an allowance account for me, and then to his bank to set up a joint account for our household expenses. All my other debit and credit cards are locked up in Daddy’s safe. I’m not allowed to see the household expense account, but Daddy promised that he’d fund it half with his money and half with mine. If Daddy says he’s going to do something, he does. I trust him one million percent. He doesn’t need to prove anything to me, even though he does