The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βDo youβdo you still top them?β
Logan shakes his head firmly. βAfter things ended with Mir, I needed a break. Iβd been the primary trainer here for several years. I finished up with Shannie; sheβs the last house sub I trained, and I stepped back from the club. I dated a few women casually this spring, just vanilla. Then I met a woman who said she was interested in kink. I began working with her, but it didnβt work out. That was over a month ago. I havenβt been with anyone since, and none of the house bottoms in probably four months.β
I chew on my bottom lip while I consider that. βWhy didnβt it work out with the woman you started training?β
βShe couldnβt take direction.β Logan shrugs one shoulder. βNot that she didnβt want to. Or, at least, I donβt think itβs that she didnβt want it. It was hard to tell. She just couldnβt seem to remember anything from scene to scene. I got really frustrated with having to start over every time I saw her.β
Thatβs reasonable. βI can see how that would be frustrating.β
He reaches across the table and takes my hand. βOne of the things that blows me away about you is how carefully you listen, Emily. You say youβre scatty, but I havenβt seen any sign of it. You follow each and every word when I give you commands. Thatβs really important to me. I want my direction to matter to you.β
βIt does,β I say quickly. Because it does, so much. Iβm already desperate to please him. I want his praise more than I want punishment.
βItβs a big thing to me. Sophiaββ He shrugs. βIβd teach her a position and two minutes later, sheβd have moved out of it. When I corrected her, it was like she didnβt remember what Iβd told her to do in the first place. That made me insane. Topping is really important to me. I put everything I can into it. When submission doesnβt matter to my bottom.β He shakes his head. βItβs beyond something I can correct. Thatβs why it didnβt work out. I canβt imagine thatβs going to happen with you. Youβre already a hundred times more attentive than Sophia ever was. I want more of that. I know itβs too soon, but eventually I want to be the whole world to you, Emily.β
My heart swells until itβs too large for my chest. βOh, yes, Daddy.β
βGood girl.β He sits back and I realize weβve been leaning across the table until our noses were almost touching.
I rearrange myself in my chair, trying to pull myself back together. As I do, the waiter sets the fake-leather folder with the bill down on the table. Without thinking, my hand goes out for it.
Logan clears his throat.
I freeze and look up at him.
His expression drains all the blood in my body to my toes. His face is absolutely blank, but thereβs a vein pulsing in his forehead and his eyes have gone as savage as when he thrashed me in the bathroom.
I snatch my hand back and sit on my hands.
βItβll be on a card,β Logan tells the waiter, who scuttles off to get the machine.
Logan picks up the wallet, opens it and reads over the bill, then puts it down beside his coffee cup and rests his fingertips on the plastic.
βDid I invite you to dinner?β he asks, very softly.
βYes, sir,β I whisper.
βDo you think I expect you to pay for the things I invite you to?β
I shake my head. This is not the time to take a feminist stance. βNo, sir.β
βNo, because theyβre Daddyβs treat, and Daddy will pay for them. So when you reached for the bill, were you trying to throw my gift back in my face or just casually disrespecting me?β
βNeither, sir. I just didnβt think.β
Logan nods, his chin wrinkling as though heβs considering something very seriously. βMaybe you are a little scatty.β
I feel myself crumple. I donβt want him thinking Iβm like his previous sub who couldnβt follow direction. I can. Itβs just that what he was saying distracted me so much that I didnβt think before I reached for the check. I start to beg, βSir, Iβm sorryββ
He shakes his head, silencing me.
βNo excuses, Emily. While I pay, youβll get up, take your bag, leave the restaurant and walk down the hall back toward the entrance. The third door on the left is a bathroom marked βprivate.β You will go in and wait for me. Iβll knock three times. You will open the door and Iβll do something about your lack of focus. Are we clear?β
He wasnβt just considering something very seriously. He is dead serious. Thereβs not even a tiny glint in those dark eyes. Oh, fuck.
I nod frantically. βYes, sir.β
βOkay.β He doesnβt praise me and I shiver again, then whimper as the movement ignites the stripes on my ass. This is big thing number two: no disrespecting him. If he invites me to something, heβs going to pay for me. Any suggestion to the contrary is disrespectful. I got it; I wonβt mess this up again.
Heβs silent and I get the impression that heβs watching again. But not like a lion. Thatβs not right. Heβs a predator of deep, dark places, not open plains. Heβs a mountain lion, a puma. Sitting on a branch, watching me for weaknesses.
Careful in the presence of an angry predator, I fold up my napkin and place it next to my empty teacup. I rise carefully, take my
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