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

“Have a great night, babe-girl. I’m off in an hour. I’ll come watch if you’re still going.”

She pats one of his huge shoulders. “Breath training.”

“Ooh!” Austin gives an exaggerated shiver. “Enjoy!”

“I will.” She pats him again and steps back to my side. I curl my arm around her shoulders so she feels both my control and my approval.

I give Austin a nod before I lead Emily down the corridor to the East Wing. One of the newer house subs Annabelle, a statuesque, older redhead, sashays down the corridor from the other direction. She’s naked except for a black leather collar and diaphanous harem-pants, and I have to admire the sway of her big, soft breasts as she walks. She’d fit right in in the dungeon I have reserved. About ten feet away, she stops, moves to the side of the corridor, and bows her head.

I don’t have to acknowledge her. She’s just doing what a house submissive is supposed to do. But she’s doing it prettily. “Evening, Annabelle.”

“Good evening, Master Logan. May I serve you in any way?”

“No, thank you. Have a good night.”

“Thank you, sir. You, too.”

I pass her, and steer Emily towards the submissives’ changing rooms. At the door, I hand her the small duffel she packed. “Just the thigh-highs, love. I’ve changed my mind about the nightie. I want your breasts bare. Keep your hair as it is and lube yourself front and back. Daddy wants all your holes. You can leave your bag in a locker. We’ll pick it up on the way up to the room later.”

She grins up at me as she takes the bag. “Can I start calling you Captain Daddy now?”

“Not until we start the scene.” I give her a rap on the ass that has her giggling. “Stop teasing Daddy or you’ll be doing the scene with a red bottom.”

I lift my toy bag and shake it a little at her for emphasis. Everything in the bag is too well packed to do anything more than rattle, but the gesture gets another giggle out of her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She bats eyes full of infinite mischief at me before she pushes through the changing room door.

Shaking my head at the adorableness of a cheeky baby girl, I take the two steps to the Dom’s changing room door and push through.

The changing room’s all but empty. Someone’s in one of the shower cubicles, humming out of tune, but all I can see is a pair of slightly hairy feet. Could be anyone. The other Dom, sitting on a bench in front of the row of lockers as he wraps a support bandage around his knee, is more recognizable, particularly because he’s naked. The tip of his dick nearly brushes the floor. Some of the house subs swear it’s eleven inches, and although I’ve never measured it myself, I wouldn’t disagree with them.

“Bull,” I say with a nod as I move to one of the lockers.

“Logan. How’re you doing?”

“Good. What’s wrong with the knee?”

“I’m too old to play pickup football is what’s wrong with the knee.”

I chuckle, since I know that feeling well, even before I got injured. “Sorry, old man.”

Bull snorts.

If he’s more than a year older than me, I’d be surprised. He certainly doesn’t have any gray in his thick brown hair or beard. Or pubes, for that matter.

“Kikki and Twitch here tonight?” I ask, referring to Bull’s two submissives.

“Kikki is. Twitch’s sister’s going to give birth any day, so he went home to help with her other kids.”

“Mighty uncle-y of him.”

“Mighty. I hate it when he’s not around. I can’t fucking sleep. Don’t tell him that or I’ll never hear the end of it. How’s your little girl?”

“Good. Looking forward to demonstrating her deep-throating skills.”

“Ah. That the scene you’re doing?”

“Uh-huh.” I strip off the tie and dress shirt I wore to dinner, fold them, and put them in the locker. “I didn’t see your number on the board.”

“No, I’m just an extra tonight. Karl’s doing an open flogging scene. I volunteered Kikki as a victim. I’ll reap the rewards after Karl’s messed with her head.”

I chuckle. Karl’s an absolute demon with a flogger. He hits without rhythm. Complete mind-fuck for a sub who uses the rhythm of a flogging to achieve orgasm or subspace. Or even just to anticipate the next strike.

“You’re an evil, evil master,” I tell him.

“Damn straight. See you at the meeting in the morning?”

“Yup, I’ll be there.”

“You calling the vote on the thing with Sante and Rachel?”

Bull’s on the management committee and when I approached him about resolving the Rachel situation, he didn’t hesitate in telling me he’d give me his vote.

I finish undressing and pull on a pair of the loose, black pants I like to wear for scenes. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. I never did like the way that shook out. Glad to have you back.”

“Thanks.” Maybe Maude and Javier were right. “See you there.”

I close the locker and pick up my toy bag. There’s nothing I particularly need for the scene, but it’s always nice to have my favorite toys and tools on hand. Particularly if a certain cheeky monkey earns herself a red bum before we get started.

With a nod to Bull, I leave him to finish dealing with his weekend-warrior wound and move out into the hall to wait for Emily. She knows where the Blue Harem Room is and could make her way there herself, but I like leading her around when we’re at the club. It’s a small reinforcement of our roles and puts us both in the right frame of mind.

The hallway’s quiet, and the door to the sub’s changing room is slightly ajar. A laugh, musical but cruel, carries into the corridor.

I know that laugh. I move towards the door.

“Aw, is the widdle baby going to cry?” asks a light, male voice.

I know that voice. My entire body goes tight, blood racing to every muscle. A red haze drops over my eyes.

I hear Emily murmur, but I can’t make out her