The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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That thought makes me smile down at the carpet.
Logan turns on the room air conditioner before he strips down and pulls on a pair of black pajama pants that are his Dom-at-home uniform. Definitely a good-girl spanking. Maybe even a good-girl belting. That thought gives me a different kind of shiver, which doesnβt have anything to do with the cool air swirling through the room.
Seeing him walk towards me and sit in the chair, spreading his knees so I can kneel between them, puts me right where I need to be. I scoot forward until Iβm between his legs and can rest my head on his thigh. I take a deep breath, breathing in his warm, spicy, daddy scent, letting it fill my lungs, then let it out slowly, sinking into the space where I can tell my daddy anything, without fear.
Loganβs warm hand settles on the top of my head. He strokes my hair with his fingertips.
βGood thing first, little girl.β
βThe branding, Daddy. Iβm so excited about it, and so happy that you think weβve built enough trust that youβd consider doing it now rather than waiting until next month.β
βGood, sweetie. And the thing thatβs worrying you?β
Iβm still not quite sure how to say it, but I take a stab. βThe company thatβs been sending you letters and calling you, EverCollect?β I feel his thigh muscle bunch under my cheek, but part of Knee Time is that we donβt interrupt each other, so I push on. βIβm a little worried about them. Are your medical bills a lot of money?β
βYes, little girl,β he says. βMy turn.β
Damn. That didnβt go the way I wanted at all. He didnβt tell me anything I hadnβt already guessed, and he slammed the door on the topic without any discussion.
βMy good thing is the party this weekend. Iβm looking forward to spending time with everyone and then doing a scene to show Max what toppingβs all about. I was thinking Iβd break out the violet wand and weβd have some fun with electricity. Does that sound good, little girl?β
I nod against his leg but am careful not to interrupt him.
βThe thing Iβm worried about.β He lets out a slow breath. Is he going to tell me about his medical bills? About selling this house? βIβm not sure how to bring this up with you, sweetie.β
Oh, please, please, Daddy, tell me about the medical bills.
βLucyβs asked me to top her. Outside of the club. Thatβs what her call was about before dinner.β
What?
I donβt interrupt, but he must feel me tense. He strokes his hand down over my hair, across my shoulders and along my spine. βI know our contract allows for it, Emmy. I know you trust me, and you know that Iβd never do anything to undermine that trust. I just donβt know if this is a door I want to open.β
Iβm not sure if itβs a door I want him to open, either. In fact, Iβm pretty sure itβs a door I donβt want him to open. Our contract does allow for him to top other people, so long as he doesnβt have sex with them, but I figured it would be part of scenes with me. Not him topping another subbie one-on-one.
βI want to help Lucy,β he continues. βSheβs not getting what she needs at Blunts. I have a pretty good idea of why, and I think I can help her. But I donβt like taking time away from you. And I donβt want to do anything that might make you throw a wobbler.β Heβs silent for a moment, stroking my back. βIβm not going to break Knee Time by asking you how you feel about it yet. I want you to think about it tonight and weβll talk about it tomorrow. But itβs on my mind, baby doll. I want to do it, but Iβm unsettled about it.β
Iβm unsettled about it, too. Even more so when the music changes to the βPrinciples of Lust.β If thatβs not the universe talking to me, I donβt know what is.
Iβm glad he doesnβt want to talk about it yetβmy wise Daddyβbecause I need to think it through. Iβm not sure what Iβll say. Or how to feel. Lucyβs Daddyβs friend, and of all the Bluntβs house subs, I feel closest to her. Unlike Rachel and her coven, Lucyβs never made me feel anything but welcome. And I know that Daddyβs topped all the house subs before we met, and had sex with them, too. Until this moment, that didnβt bother me.
Now, Iβm not so sure.
βOkay, little girl. Weβve told each other whatβs on our minds and weβll talk more about those things tomorrow. For the rest of our Knee Time, I want to talk about your mother.β
I nod hesitantly, not sure where heβs going with this.
βYou told me you were too irresponsible to have a kitty. Who told you that, Emmy?β
Oh, now I see.
βMaman, but you have to understand. I was really clumsy and careless when I was younger. I broke things. Nice things.β I hunch my shoulders, curling against his leg, remembering when I broke Mamanβs priceless china ballerina. Iβm not sure she ever actually forgave me for that. βAnd I forgot things. Iβd get my head in a book and Iβd forget about dinner. Babysitting. Everything. Maman had to remind me all the time.β
βUh-huh. When was the last time you dropped a plate or broke a glass, little love?β
I try to think of the last time. βIβm not sure.β
βHas it been a while? Years?β
I nod against his leg. βI think so. I canβt remember breaking anything recently.β
βThatβs because youβre not clumsy or careless anymore, sweetheart. Youβre graceful. Iβve never seen you break anything, and youβre wonderful about keeping to my schedule. You make me proud every day.β He takes a deep breath. βI want you to let go of the negative things your mother said about you. I want you to see yourself the way I see you. Beautiful. Graceful.β
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