The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Now that sounds like a plan. βOkay, Daddy!β
He chuckles and shifts his weight off me before withdrawing and rolling to his side. βThereβs my enthusiastic girl. Let me clean you up and then weβll have a big cuddle.β
He uncuffs me and, after checking the circulation in my toes, cleans me up with the baby wipes we keep in the bedside table. After a few kisses, he goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while I drink the bottle of water on the nightstand to ease my throat. I can already tell Iβm going to be sleeping with the plug in. That makes me scowl into the water bottle. But if it means I get another fucking in the middle of the night while Iβm still wearing the plug, that makes the discomfortβand the potentially gross removal in the morningβworthwhile.
I pull up the sheets and rearrange the pillows while I wait for Daddy. Heβs wearing a big smile when he returns and climbs into bed with me. βHello, little girl.β
βHi, Daddy.β
He holds out his phone to me. βFifteen minutes of looking at shelters, then itβs lights out.β
I could do it on my phone, but the rule is that once Iβm in bed, no electronics, or anything that distracts me from Bedtime. So, I donβt bring my phone with me into the bedroom anymore. Best to avoid temptation.
There are tons of choices in the nearby shelters, which makes me want to cry. There are so many kitties that need a home. And pretty much every one I see appeals to me. A kitty of my own! It almost doesnβt matter which kitty I get. I think about asking Daddy if I can have more than one, but that seems greedy and Iβm not sure I can even take care of one pet yet. Finally, I settle on an adorable tabby at a shelter thatβs only about ten minutes away.
βCan we go to this shelter tomorrow?β I hold the phone out.
βSure, little girl. Weβll go before lunch.β
βTa, Daddy.β He takes the phone from me and plugs in his charger. While heβs dealing with his phone, I grab a book and snuggle down against him.
βBeauty and the Beast. Mmm, I like this one,β Daddy says as I open it.
I know he does. Thatβs why I keep picking it. Itβs luminously illustrated by Mercer Mayer. I donβt know who gave it to me, only that Iβve always had it, and always treasured it. Itβs one of the few books I replaced after Maman destroyed my things, scouring used book stores until I found another copy. The coverβs a little tattered, the page edges a little worn, but the illustrations are still perfect. I hold the book open as he reads it to me. Before I turn each page, we spend time admiring the illustrations. Daddy points out the things he really likes, like the drops of dew on the roses, and the jewels in Beautyβs hair. I appreciate the artistry, but mostly I look at Daddyβs face, muscles slack, eyes droopy, ready to sleep. Heβs relaxing finally, my stressed daddy.
When he finishes the story, I tuck the book away before kissing his cheek. βLove you, Daddy.β
βLove you, too, little girl. Good day?β
I nod and cuddle in. βIβm sorry it started with a punishment.β
βDiscipline, sweetie,β he says around a yawn. βYou havenβt earned a real punishment yet.β
I hope I never do. The idea of riding a pony board or being given a cold-water enema by a displeased daddy makes me feel shaky and sick.
βWhen do you want me to apologize to Rachel?β
I want to get it over with, so hopefully heβll say weβre going to Blunts tomorrow.
βMmm, not sure I want you to apologize to Rachel. You answer to me, little girl. Youβve been disciplined. Youβve apologized. Itβs done. Youβve promised me youβll be the bigger person next time and Iβve told you the situationβs being handled so she wonβt be a thorn in our sides for much longer. Thatβs the end of it. Agreed?β
βYes, Daddy.β I give him a big hug of appreciation. I would have apologized to Rachel if he wanted me to, but Iβm kind of glad he doesnβt.
βGood. Night-night, little girl. I love you lots.β
βNight-night, Daddy. Love you lots and lots and lots.β
With a happy murmur, Daddy tucks me tightly against his side and closes his eyes.
He wakes me two hours later, his eyes gleaming, hot and wolfy even in the dark, and gives me three orgasms before he finally lets me go back to sleep.
Chapter Four Logan
I stand in the bedroom doorway and watch my little girl sleep. She rolled over and curled up around her favorite stuffed animal, Peter Aloha Bunny, when I got up an hour ago to work out. Now sheβs sleeping with her arms thrown over her head, like a chimpanzee.
My cheeky little monkey.
I have no idea how I got so lucky.
Quietly, so I donβt wake her, I strip off my sweaty tee and shorts and drop them in the hamper before I walk naked down the hall to the bathroom. When I renovated my parentsβ house, the one thing I couldnβt have from my wish-list was an en suite bathroom. I thought the huge mortgage I took on the house would stretch that far, but after paying for their funerals, paying the inheritance tax, giving my sister her half, buying a full membership at Blunts, and extensively renovating the basement, rerouting the plumbing to make another bathroom turned out to be prohibitively expensive.
If Iβd had a crystal ball, Iβd have saved every penny. But I thought I was invincible back then, free from the Navy, fresh from my training in Thailand, full of enthusiasm for starting my own business, elated by the new world of BDSM that my time at Jasmine House opened to me. A sparkly, yellow brick road unrolling into the future.
But I
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