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

Having everyone here tonight is reminding me of those early days and making me wish I could kick everyone out and just have the evening alone with my little girl.

“Austin wants to put on some music and dance in the back yard. Is that okay?”

“Tell him he’s a part-timer, but, yeah, that’s fine.”

“Not everyone’s as devoted to sports as you, Daddy.”

“True.”

“But everyone’s enjoying themselves, I think.”

“Seems like it. You want my phone for the music?”

Shaking her head, she gives me a huge grin. “Music we can dance to, Daddy.”

I swat her ass, not too hard because of the plug. “Cheeky monkey. I’ll have you know, the Eighties were the height of dance music.”

Emily gives an exaggerated yawn, patting at her mouth with her fingertips, before she scoots out of my office with a giggle.

I try Dovie Donegan one more time before rejoining the party. Voicemail, but it rings seven times before the message comes on. I don’t think she’s dodging me. Just not answering her phone.

* * *

The Yankees scrape it by one run, the Blue Crew making us work for it. Even though Manny and I are the only die-hard fans in the room, the victory boosts the atmosphere after that less-than-collegial meeting so it feels like a party again.

Manny and Jen leave pretty much as soon as the game ends. Although Manny’s comfortable with kink, Jen’s not. She’s from a very strict, Catholic family and was a virgin when she married Manny. I’ve never heard her talk about sex. She been friendly to Emily and Manny says she’s fine with Emily’s littleness, but I haven’t taken any chances. Emily and I socialize with them at our place, on our terms, and they leave before we start to play. I appreciate that Jen doesn’t try to push her religion on me, and I don’t try to push our lifestyle on her.

As I’m seeing them to the door, Manny and I agree to meet at Rick’s an hour before his party.

“When are you thinking of heading to DC?” Manny asks me.

“I’m not sure. This week’s tight already. Miranda’s flying in to take a paternity test on Tuesday. I probably can’t leave New York while she’s here, much as I’d like to.” Manny’s my friend as well as my business partner so he’s been fully briefed on that shitstorm. “Party’s Friday. You think you can manage without me, if it comes to that?”

Manny shrugs. “If I have to. Feel better if you were there. You know I don’t understand halfa what I’m seeing at Rick’s parties.”

That makes me chuckle. I clap Manny on his solid shoulder. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, hermano.”

After locking up behind them, I head back through the empty great room to the kitchen. Austin’s got George Michael playing, either because he shares my belief about Eighties music, or because Emily put him up to it, the little tease. The four submissives plus Daisy are out on the freshly mown lawn, among the fairy lights that Emily’s strung everywhere, dancing barefoot, while Rick and Max stand like bookends at the open French doors, watching them.

I pick up a fresh, non-alcoholic beer, open it and take a long draw, before I join them at the doors.

“They make a pretty picture, huh?” I say quietly enough not to disturb the dancers but loud enough for both Rick and Max to hear.

Rick nods. Max, whose eyes are glued to Emily, pushes off the door frame and stands beside me.

“I like seeing her so—”

He trails off, and I understand. He’s seeing her littleness. It’s hard to describe, because open, uninhibited joy isn’t something you see every day. It’s the laughter of kids at the playground. The first winter’s snowfall. The moment after orgasm. It’s rare and incredibly beautiful.

“This is what Emily gives me all the time,” I say to him. “It’s what a little gives her daddy. Her joy.”

Max’s face tightens. “And you give her pain.”

“I give her safety. You think she could be this free and happy if she didn’t have a zealous guardian who shields her from the world’s ugliness? That’s what a daddy gives his little.”

Max says nothing, but his eyes continue to follow my glowing, giggling baby girl.

When the song ends, Emily rushes over to me and throws her arms around my waist. She grins up at me. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey, angel. Having fun?”

She nods. “Come dance with me?”

“You got it.” I hand my beer to Max and let my ebullient little girl drag me out into the twinkling twilight.

Chapter Seven Emily

Daddy’s house can sleep nine and every bed is full, including the daybed in my little room, where Sable’s curled like a living stuffie among my teddy bears. Max and Sable are the only ones sleeping alone, not counting teddies. The others went to bed in strange combinations: Austin and Lucy in one bed, Justine, Rick, and Daisy in another. Daddy shrugged when I looked a question at him as we carried pillows and blankets around to the different beds after everyone finished their scenes. I guess he doesn’t understand their sleeping arrangements, either.

In our bed, there’s just Daddy and me, snuggled under the covers with the air conditioner going since he likes to sleep cool. It feels like it should be really late, given all we’ve done tonight, but it’s not even eleven. I expected, when we came to bed so early, that Daddy would want sex, or at least a blow job, since I’d had two orgasms during our violet wand scene, and he had none. But he smiled and kissed my forehead and said he’d wake me in the night if he gets horny. That tells me our scene was really good for him, too, if he’s satisfied without needing release.

As we cuddle under the covers, my head on Daddy’s shoulder while he reads to me from Captive of Gor, I wonder if I’ve ever been this happy. It’s a quiet happy. Not a loud happy like on my wedding day, although