The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I wriggle. I love when he challenges me like this, but I hate it, too. Controlling my natural reaction to shield my vulnerable bits and soothe freshly spanked skin makes me stay in my head. I canβt just let go and react. Mindful submission, Daddy calls it when he talks with Master Niall. Itβs more meaningful than mindless submission. I get that. And I want my submission to be meaningful. But itβs a challenge, and as with every challenge, fear of failing makes my palms prickle and my tummy clench.
Daddy smiles at me as he kneels between my legs. He reaches out and taps the tip of my nose before he leans over to give me a kiss. βI saw each and every one of those thoughts, Emmy.β
I smile shyly. He probably did. Logan can read me terrifyingly well. And I donβt try to hide anything. Not anymore.
βMindful submission, Daddy.β
He grins before he sits back. βYouβve been listening to my conversations with Niall. You know what his punishment is for earwigging.β
Niallβs a serious sadist. He sews his subbiesβ ears shut if he catches them eavesdropping. βIβm lucky my daddy isnβt as harsh as Master Niall.β
βYou are. Now letβs see what color we can turn this pussy.β He taps my mons firmly with the flats of his fingers. Not hard. Not yet. Just enough for the impact to ring through me like a bell. My eyes roll back until all I see is black. I grip my elbows above my head and shudder with delight.
For pussy spankings, Daddy used a different rhythm. Three taps and then a hard slap. Heβs not going particularly fast until his playlist changes over and Stingβs βDesert Roseβ comes on. Daddyβs such a child of the Eighties.
The faster beat, tap-tap-tap-smack, ramps me up. The heat builds from sunburn to bonfire to inferno and before the second chorus, Iβm twisting against the cuffs on my ankles, moaning with every tap, gasping at the smack, and clinging to the rails of the headboard to keep from reaching down, grabbing my Daddy and demanding that he give me his cock before I implode. Oh, God, this hurts so good.
When the song ends, Daddy takes the inflamed skin of my mons and labia and squeezes it in his fingers. It feels like heβs digging meat hooks into me. I howl, arching up off the bed. In desperation, I grab the headboard to keep myself from reaching down and tearing his fingers out of my flesh.
βGood girl,β Daddy says, his voice thick with pleasure. He releases my poor pussy and I sag back into the mattress, whimpering. βSuch a pretty pink. I want it rosy red, little girl. Take it for me.β
βYes, Daddy.β Itβs a whisper because my throat is dry, not because thereβs any thought of denying him. Not a single cell in my body wants that.
βThatβs my girl.β He begins his pattern of tapping and slapping again, on my tenderized flesh. The song changes over to Sealβs βKiss from a Roseβ and Daddy keeps time to the music. The painβs swelling now, just like my flesh must be swelling. Tighter and tighter. It becomes a tolling bell within me, echoing at the taps and reverberating down to my bones on the smacks. I shudder and sob after each slap, not because the painβs unbearable, but because Daddyβs pushed me beyond the envelope of comfortable, day-to-day emotions. Everythingβs jangled. Pain and pleasure. Hurt and happiness. It all overflows.
Daddy reaches under me, grips my ass, and lifts my hips. He braces himself over me, lines up, and pushes into me. Iβm slick from the spanking, but so swollen that Daddy has to work his way in, his heavy groans a counterpoint to my high-pitched whimpers. βOh, yes, little girl. Your pussyβs so warm.β
His cock feels cool, a balm over my enflamed tissues, but only until he starts thrusting. Then the friction burns me all over again, wave after wave of flame eating through me. I begin to shudder, my legs straining against the cuffs.
βDaddy, please,β I beg. βPlease can I come?β
βYes, little girl,β he growls, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel the hot lick of his breath. βCome for me.β
With barely a secondβs pause, I do. Wailing my release. My body clamps down on the thick, thrusting invasion in my bruised pussy, the rigid intrusion in my stinging ass. Iβm so deliciously penetrated. I buck under him as the contractions shoot liquid fire through my veins. Iβm burned out of my skin by pleasure, and when Daddy gives me his entire weight, thrusting hard against my climax, I scream with the melding of our bodies. Logan roars in my ear and I feel him jerk heavily within me, before he adds his own heat to whatβs filling me. His release pushes me over the edge into another orgasm, softer, a dive into deep water rather than falling off a cliff into oblivion.
I float, cradled in Daddyβs hard arms. He likes to stay in me after he comes. A warm, sticky tether binding us together. More tangible and yet looser than the connection I feel between our spirits. Weβve always fit, Daddy and me. Like pieces of the puzzles we like to do together. Right from the very beginning. But every time we fuse together like this, whatβs between us locks even tighter.
βI love you, Daddy,β I whisper. βTa very much for my orgasms.β
βMmm.β He nuzzles my cheek. βLove you, too, and youβre very welcome. I didnβt expect to come that fast, little girl. You got me really worked up.β
I got him worked up? He made me come just by telling me to. βMe, too.β
βIβd intended to last a little longer and give you a few more orgasms. Youβve been very patient since this morning and I wanted to reward you.β
I wriggle and squeeze his shoulders. βThatβs okay. Iβm feeling pretty well-rewarded.β
βHow about we go to
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