The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Maybe whoever buys the house will appreciate both the garden and the walls.
I wash the dill and set it by the cutting board for Emily to chop. I can cook. Mum didnβt believe in gender roles when it came to the kitchen, or any household chores, actually. I can iron and degrease an oven, too. But Iβm a firm believer in letting the most skilled person handle the job. That means I take my shirts down the street to the old Italian cleaner who launders them a blinding white and presses them perfectly, and I let Emily work her magic in the kitchen, while I do the jobs that donβt require any skill, like taking out the trash and setting the table.
But my little girl is sneaky as well as skilled, and when I go to set the table, I discover Emilyβs already done it. I shoot her a glance over the island, where sheβs now chopping the dill, and see her mouth quirk before she becomes very intent on her task.
I move to the far edge of the island and lean my hip against it. βThereβs going to come a time, little girl, when Daddyβs all better and youβre going to have to let him pull his weight around the house again.β
βOr?β she asks, not raising her eyes.
Sheβs challenging me? After her discipline yesterday, spanking last night, and getting fucked practically unconscious this morning?
βBrave, or reckless, Emmy, which is it?β
She softens immediately and gives me meltingly big eyes. βNeither, Daddy.β
βMmm. Do you need a reminder of the rules and who makes them?β
βNo, Daddy.β
βI think maybe you do, cheeky monkey. Iβd planned to go to Blunts Sunday night anyway. Might be time to show everyone how well youβre doing with breath training.β
Emily shivers, which I could take for fear if she wasnβt grinning like a little maniac. βYes, Daddy.β
While she cooks the omelets, I pour us each a glass of juice. Itβs already too hot for tea or coffee, which I almost never say. As Iβm putting the juice bottle back in the fridge, I notice a jug of black liquid next to the milk. Iced coffee. My little girl, who thinks of everything. I pour a mug, since itβs just wrong to drink coffee out of a glass, no matter what Starbucks says, and meet Emily at the table.
I lift the mug to her. βThank you, sweetie.β
βYouβre welcome.β She grins. βAm I forgiven for doing Daddyβs jobs?β
βNo.β
Her grin gets wider and I know my stone face has failed.
Over the savory omelet and focaccia toast, I resurrect a subject I know will lose me Emilyβs smile, but I want to have an answer for Lucy before she arrives tomorrow for the party.
βYouβve had a night to think it over, little love. Tell me what you think of me topping Lucy outside of the club.β
She takes a bite of the dry, whole-wheat toast sheβs having instead of the buttery focaccia Iβm enjoying and chews ten times before she answers me. Sheβs following the rules, but sheβs also stalling for time. βCan I ask some questions?β
βMm-hmm.β That sheβs cautious makes me cautious. I recognize that topping someone else could hurt my little girl in ways it would be hard for me to heal. Thatβs why we negotiated it carefully in our contract. But our power exchange aside, I just donβt want to do anything that would shake Emilyβs faith in me.
She chews her lip for a moment before she says, βI know you wouldnβt have sex with her againββ
I lift my hand. I donβt usually interrupt Emily but I want to kill that particular weed before it takes root. βIβve never had sex with Lucy.β
She tips her head and peers at me out of one eye. It makes her look like an inquisitive owl and I have to work hard on my stone face. When I feel it slipping, I hide my grin in my coffee cup.
βI thought you topped all the Blunts house subs.β
Itβs not really a question, but I give her a very complete answer, so thereβs no room for doubt. βIβve topped all the current Blunts house subs except Anabelle, Zuki, Mackie, and Briar. Anabelle and Zuki joined after I stepped back from the club. Iβm not a fan of gang bangs, which is Mackieβs kink. And my bank balance isnβt big enough for Briar. Iβve had sex with all the house subs except for those four, plus Lucy, Justine, Pence, and DirtyGurl. I like Lucy and Justine, but Iβm not attracted to either of them. Pence annoys me, and DirtyGurl scares the fuck out of me.β
Emily giggles, even as her eyes get wider and wider as she processes what Iβve said.
βYouβve had sex with the other male subs? Austin and Cappa, and, um, what about Hunter?β
βYes,β I say simply. I havenβt made any secret about having male sex partners. I had sex with Hunter both before and after his transition. Iβll admit that part of the reason was curiosity. But I also just like the man. In his own way, heβs as sweet and eager-to-please as Emily.
βLucy and Justine are beautiful,β Emily says.
I lift one shoulder. Iβm not going to argue aesthetics. Lucyβs a bouncy, blue-eyed blonde, and except for the bouncy part, because Miranda was never that, I already had one of those in my bed when Lucy joined Blunts. Justineβs as exotic as an orchid with her liquid black eyes, cafΓ© au lait skin, and gray-white hair. Objectively, I can appreciate her looks. There just wasnβt any spark with either of them.
βGetting back to the subject, what do you think of me topping Lucy?β
βOh.β Emily shrugs. βIβm good with it.β
I raise an eyebrow at her. That was a quicker about-face than Napoleonβs retreat from Russia. βYouβre good with it now that you know Iβve
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