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

He’s right about that. “Then I’ll get up and make you breakfast.”

“Mmm.” He gives me more cheek and neck nuzzles, which make me melt into the mattress. “I could do with a big breakfast, but I think you’ll do better tonight with a bit more sleep. How about we plan to take a nap this afternoon before dinner?”

“Sexy nap or sleepy nap?” I ask, because even though I totally love the way he woke me, I’d like more fucking when I’m actually awake.

Daddy grinds against me and I wish he wasn’t about to get up. This position is turning me on and even though he’s not hard, I can feel him in me and that’s making me achy and needy again, too.

“We can start with a sexy nap and finish with a sleepy nap. I can feel you squeezing, little girl. Do you like that idea or is Daddy mashing his cock in you getting you worked up?”

“Both.”

“Uh-huh. How’s this little sphincter?”

He reaches down between us and runs his fingers up and down my crack, which makes me aware that my sphincter is very sore, actually.

“Sore, Daddy.”

“Sore red or sore yellow?”

Sore red is tempting, because it would get me out of whatever my evil Dom is now planning to do to my ass, but it wouldn’t be the truth. “Sore yellow,” I admit.

“Take Stanley wet and you can have one more orgasm today. Take Stanley dry for me and you can have as many orgasms as you want without permission, but I’ll make sure you have at least four.”

Damn, there’s a devil-Dom bargain if I ever heard one. “Dry, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You please me so much, little love. Stay still.”

He lifts off me and holds me down with a hand between my shoulders while he wipes us both clean with baby wipes. He takes a fresh wipe to my ass, pushing it in a little, which I love because he’s making sure I’m not messy before he puts the plug in but I hate the invasion, and omigod is my butt sore.

The bed shifts as he rises to dispose of the wipes and retrieve the plug. I haven’t tried to take any of the plugs without lube before and as the bed dips with his return, a cold shiver runs through me. Will I tear without lube? Am I being stupid in trying to please my Dom?

No, Daddy wouldn’t do anything to damage me. He was so, so careful in preparing me for anal sex. He won’t screw that up just because he’s got his morning-mean on.

I bury my face in the pillows as he leans over me and runs his hand, tacky from the wipe, up my back. “I can see you tensing up, little girl. Relax for me.”

I try, shaking myself to force my muscles to loosen. My ass is locked tight, though, and even willing it to relax doesn’t help.

He presses the plug against my sphincter. The cold metal helps the tip ease in, but even the little stretch burns. Oh, fuck, I’m so sore. The widest part of the flange is going to sting like a bitch. I stuff the corner of a pillow in my mouth.

“No, little girl. I want to hear you.”

I spit out the pillowcase and wipe my eyes before looking over my shoulder at him. He’s smiling at me, even though his eyes are very dark and wicked. It’s his daddy smile, which reassures me. He’ll go as slowly as I need.

Knowing he’ll be patient with me, I tip my hips up and push down through my spine, trying to unlock my sphincter. The cool metal slides in an inch. I whimper at the stretch and burn, but there’s no sharp pain. Just an ever-increasing ache. I can take this. I breathe out, getting an eye-watering whiff of my own morning breath back off the pillow. Yuck. Daddy’s putting up with a lot from me this morning, since I’m sure I wasn’t very clean and tidy down below after hard morning sex. I concentrate on that, and on pleasing my Dom with my submission, as the cold metal burrows further and further in. It feels like a steel crowbar in my butt, and it’s not sliding in smoothly the way I’m used to. It feels like it’s sticking and taking the top layer of skin off as it passes through. Owww.

A high whine breaks out of me as the burn becomes sharp, then it eases and it feels like my ass takes a big gulp, and the plug’s in. I can still feel the narrow neck holding me open, and now there’s a little weight as Daddy pulls back on the base to make sure it’s seated, but it’s in and I’ve taken it for him the way he wanted and a big smile stretches my face. “I did it.”

“Of course, you did. It’s a four-inch metal plug, little girl, not my fist.” He rubs my sacrum and I feel the plug settle. “I’m not asking anything impossible of you in the heinie-department.”

That makes me giggle. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’m not telling you how long I’m leaving the plug in, only that I’ll take it out before we go to Blunts tonight. If you need to go, you come to me. You do not have permission to remove it yourself.”

Ugh. I kind of hate it when he controls my bodily functions, but I kind of love it, too, particularly when he does it like this: making me involve him in my submission. “Yes, Daddy.”

He pats my bottom, jostling the plug and sending a shiver through me. “Is that enough of a reminder of who you belong to, or should I clamp your nipples, too?”

Another trick question. He has such a morning-mean on. “Whatever you want to do, Daddy, but I do know who I belong to and I promise there won’t be any more kissing.”

“Mmm.” Another bottom pat. “No nipple clamps, for now. But behave yourself, little